
"I'm sorry, Mom. I used Fitra, our son. I'm doing this all for Fitra. I just want him to get the affection of a father. I agree with my decision"
Lis, the woman looked at the photo of the man on her phone. The man who is none other than the father of a child named Fitra Muklis Abdillah, whose name is now changed to Fitra Junaid Malik. The cute face that resembled Lis did not in the least make Aqmal suspicious.
Even the reason he told me yesterday was not the real reason. The woman made up the story for Aqmal to worship him. He was unwilling to open his disgrace, that was why he was looking for reasons that once told could make people feel guilty. And yes, Aqmal was lapsed in it. She trusted everything Lis said, including not getting married after divorcing him. In fact, she was pregnant with another boy when she was still Madam Malik–, the daughter-in-law of the Malik family.
Oek ... Oek ... Oek ... Baby Fitra's cry is heard. Lis who was temporarily sitting on the edge of the bed slowly approached baby Fitra.
"Darling.have woken up. Thirsty. You want to drink milk?" lis said while taking her son from the baby box.
Oek ... Oek ... Oek ...Oek ... Oek ... The more milk is given, Baby Fitra is increasingly rebellious. The tiny baby stomped his hands and feet, trying to get down from Lis's sling.
"Silence ...!!!" Lis yelled at her son. His actions, made the neighbors reprimand him.
"Mom, babies are like that. Parents have a lot to learn. That little boy knows. Let alone to understand, talk or ask ASI even they can not. We're the ones who have to play a big role"
"I don't need any advice from you. My son's child, yes it's up to me to yell at him what ngak" Lis's sergeant who did not receive counseled.
The neighbors left Lis who tried to persuade Fitra to keep quiet. Various efforts he made but Fitra never stopped crying. Lis was getting upset, she got into contract–to let Fitra cry in a baby box.
"Aqmal, I better ask her here" the woman took her phone, contacted Aqmal at her work hours.
At the contract, Lis again snapped at Baby Fitra, after Aqmal ignored the call from her. He vented his anger at the innocent baby.
"Damn, what is he doing!" Lis swearing. She was like an insane woman. He knew who Aqmal was, but he did not think about the man's duties and obligations. He just wanted Aqmal to respond to him.
"Shut up, baby, Mama's there" Lis changed her attitude. He was again gentle with his son.
"Dear to drink? Yes wait. Mother make the milk first"
Baby Fitra smiled. He seems to understand. Lis went to the kitchen to make milk for her son. The woman prefers to give Formula milk instead of giving exclusive breast milk.
Labuha Puskesmas
At lunchtime, Fauziah and his three friends went to the cafeteria to eat. In the cafeteria, there was Aqmal and two fellow doctors who were also willing to have lunch. When Fauziah came in, the girl did not say hello or throw a smile at the man she was once familiar with.
"You .is not the soul mate God has ordained to guide me. Make me a woman who deserves to age with you. May you be happy with your choice" said Fauziah.
"Now, you're looking at me like a stranger. You're even getting away from me. Even so, I will still love you, and will make you the only woman I love after my Mother and sister" Aqmal said.