The Incomplete Love
Malicas

A year passed, Malika grew up to be a healthy and cheerful child. Lastri falls in love and is determined to babysit the baby she took.

Lastri decides not to return Malika to her parents. She watched Hanna and Dicky plead on television and social media for her son to be returned.

All will be forgiven, no demands. But Lastri was afraid of his helplessness as a small person where the snare of the law would not just come off.

In a modestly makeshift home, Lastri raised four children. Mikala, Maira, Mirza, and Malika love each other. Malika always sparkles when she sees her sisters coming home from school.

Lastri no longer works odd jobs after Malika was present in her family. Although with a heavy heart, he eventually sold a wedding ring, the only relic of the husband, then used as capital to make market snacks and fresh lemonade drinks.

Maira and Mirza were selling at home. Sometimes make nasi uduk or fried noodles for the provision of children neighbors, because the average parents are manual laborers who have to go early in the morning.

Malika became the favorite of mothers in the neighborhood of Lastri lived. Laughing off like Dicky, his face was cute and pretty like Hanna, not to mention the seriousness that must have declined from his father.

One of the mothers proposed that Malika be made a video and then put on social media. It could go viral and make money. Lastri could not bear the child who was taken from his parents to become a moneymaker.

Lastri recalled when she brought Malika home for the first time. Ms. RT came to check on the crying baby at Lastri's house. Their house is only limited by the same wall.

“This is my distant cousin,” he replied softly after inviting Ms. RT to talk outside the house so that children do not hear.

“Loh why brought here? Even though Lastri had trouble living three children.”

With a wry smile, Lastri responded, “Her mother died in childbirth, my cousin could not manage.”

“Ya already, register immediately as a citizen. Continue to give milk so as not to be noisy.” Ms. RT who is usually kind but that night a little judes passed back to her house which is only two meters from the house of Lastri.

Taking a sigh of relief, Lastri went into the house and took Malika from Mikala's sling. His eldest son stared with a probing look.

“Bu ..”

“Sssh, from now on Malika becomes a member of our family. I don't know where else to find money, but I'll keep trying. Mikala help, yes.”

Mikala looked at the troubled face of the woman who gave birth to her.

“Mika will help. Tomorrow Mika will sell more tissue. It's not a test.”

“Sorry, Mother.”

Mikala did not answer, but got up and told her sisters to get better after eating and getting ready for bed. Previously they prayed together.

Lastri's daydream breaks when Malika pulls her negligent arm.

“Iwuu ..” Then appoint two High School children who want to buy klepon and yellow rice. After the buyer passed, Lastri took Malika by the seat while kissing her smooth cheek. The little boy kissed Lastri's face and then they both laughed.

In a different district, Hanna had just finished her prayers. For a year looking for his son to and fro, now with the husband finally resigned. They pray for children they have not even had time to name to always be in good condition.

They both accept this to be part of the suratan of destiny. Despite the weight, they and the children move on with life. Aira, Latifah, and Fatimah always pray for their sister after prayer.

Hanna is six months pregnant. Not intending to replace the missing child, but six months finished Nifas Hanna felt nauseous and dizzy. When examined, she became pregnant. In grief, Dicky and Hanna give thanks and hope that God will raise their child this time.

Eliza was investigated, but there is no evidence linking her to the disappearance of Hanna and Dicky's son.

Meeting at the police station, Eliza casually said to Hanna, “Basic pesky female carrier. Dicky's fucked up because marriage is like a sinner like you.”

“Mbak Eliza. There is no point in talking like that. Me and Mom had nothing to do after Dad died. Don't ever come to my house again. Mbak not expected.”

Eliza who was accompanied by her husband immediately picked up. Daru, her new husband is about to hit Dicky who easily fends off.

“I only tell the truth,” Dicky said while holding Hanna, not wanting to waste time on the former stepmother who once ravaged her family.

Hanna smiled. Dicky smiled back at his wife.

“Honey, how's your stomach?”

“Alhamdulillah well, Mas. Hanna make fried banana mas, yes, was sent Bu Asdawi neighbor back.”

“Sini sit next to me first.” Dicky patted the bed next to him.

Hanna followed her husband's request and sat down while laying her head on the chest of the field. Dicky stroked Hanna's head.

“Darling, do you know I love you so much?”

Hanna nodded while hiding the face on the chest that was emitting the scent of her favorite castle.

“Mas, don't stay Hanna,” the door is down.

“Loh? How do you say that?”

“Mas can be wrong Hanna because it cannot take care of itself so it fell down on the table and then had to be operated on and our child lost.”.

“I'm the one who feels guilty can't take care of you and our child. Honey, this is destiny, we must continue to ask God for the same strength so that we can both go through this together. That is the truth of the household. Feel and run together.”

“If kayaking in novels, the husband even likes to find other women to vent all the sadness.”

“That's novels, the male character is not me..” Dicky pinched his wife's sharp nose.

He said again, “I have you, Aira, Latifah, Fatimah, the baby in your stomach, and our present child who is not yet allowed to be together. Enough for me.”

“Makasi, Mas. In the shayah of Allah, Hanna could be a sholihah wife and a good mother. Hopefully we can meet our children later.” Tears began to pool wetting Hanna's spring-eyed book.

Dicky felt his eyes begin to warm. He tightened his embrace.

“Honey, our son is a year old. If for example God allows us to meet again, you want to love the name that has been prepared?”

Hanna shakes. They both wanted to give their missing baby a Danish name. “I really want our second child named Malika Jamila, and her sister later Mikayla.”

“Malika Jamila? What does that mean, sweetheart?”

“Beautiful queen, both level and her character. Hanna prayer wherever Malika is, she becomes a sholihah child, always able to take care of herself, so the leader, has a beautiful face and pleasant behavior.”

Dicky recalled the face of his son who had been adopted before entering the NICU. Although only a few minutes old, but the face of Malika has beautiful lines like her mother. Dicky hurriedly rubbed his eyes.

“Agree, Darling. Hopefully we can also meet Malika, yes. It's time to take care of the birth certificate. We should be able to step up, yes ..”

Hanna fell silent, then replied slowly, “It's really heavy, Mas, but it has to be ..”

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Sorry late up yes, author again hiling here ..

*Well guess where this is? **😍*

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