WIDOW BECAUSE OF WIDOW (SADNESS )
Come to the house

Hanan was amazed to hear every sentence that came out of the mouth of the handsome teenager whose face looked very clean and shining.

" Oh that's Hasan sir!, yes he's still young in the 3rd semester sir, but sometimes there is a time he will spare to become the imam of the congregation in this mosque most worshipers like his reading and his lectures are very appropriate and clever way of conveying it to us so that we can receive by clearly", the Father explained.

Hanan also agreed, mangosteen agreed, Honest from yesterday afternoon that made his heart shake this teenager Somehow staring at his face it felt like Hanan wanted to cry himself did not know his heart vibrated hearing the voice and staring at the face of the teenager.

Hasan.... yes Hassan the name mentioned by the Father could be He Hasan I muttered Hanan in the heart the corner of his eyes was wet his heart was shaking and pain did not dare to imagine if he was Hasan I think I would kowtowing at the feet of his mother I will devote my whole life only to his mother and those three children that is the inner Hanan.

" Has he often been a priest in this place sir, every day?", Hanan asked the father.

" He was still studying at the top university in this city sir but every time he would take the time to become a priest here actually he also gave the opportunity to others but because this is a complex Pak most of the residents are busy all and people who are old like me prefer him who advanced in front of nothing because his reading was clear his voice was beautiful it was our consideration and his knowledge is enough, he said, so sir!", the story of the Father.

Hanan returned even this time he was not ashamed to wipe his tears that almost fell in the corner of his eyes in front of the Father without shame.

" I was deeply moved to hear the boy's talk" Hanan said.

" That's how Mr. everything just flows because of the intelligence he conveys to the people his sincerity until it can really touch our hearts sir" said the Father.

" He always worshiped here three sir, there is his sister too, his sister is also smart and also his father is a doctor" said the father.

But somehow even though from earlier Hanan always looked at the teenager who was lecturing other than his heart that shook Hanan could not recognize the teenager at all.

" Sister", Call Husein after the lecture is over.

" Yes".

" There was one of the bathroom faucets leaked" Husain said moved closer to his brother.

" Yes already tell you I told you first we go home later to take a tap first" replied Hasan immediately rushed to the role Husein meant.

Hanan noticed the interaction of the two teenagers he knew very well that Husein his son Iya it was Husain. And....

" Aaacchhgggrr.... Yes Alloh, meaning it was Hasan my son", Hanan liked his coarse hair with both palms and leaned against the mosque wall limply He was very sure that the two teenagers were his sons.

Hanan slowly approached the two teenagers who were still standing near the ablution spot after finishing fixing the faucet.

" Assalamualaikum", greeting Hanan, with teary eyes and a hoarse voice holding back the cries.

" Bapkk!!", Husein's voice weakly called out to him but not with Hasan the teenager was just staring at the nanar even looks cold was not as friendly as before.

" Dear Allah, you Hasan Husein my son?", Hanan is now glued.

Husain immediately hit his father, Hanan was immediately sobbing full of haru reply to Husein's embrace full of longing and admiration.

" My son!", whispered there was a heavy tone of pain conditions coming out of the mouth.

" Here son, hug the father", Hanan extended his hand to reach Hasan but did not get the slightest response except for a cold, flat look.

Husain then broke away from the arms of the Father.

" Sister, this is Mr Kak!", exclaimed Husein to Hasan. Hasan only nodded but his eyes still stared intently at Hanan without a smile or hospitality.

" It's deck, if it's let's go home deck, the day is near noon if you want to go to school" said Hasan while pulling Husein's hand to go from that location.

" Hi Kak!. It's Saturday Sister, school is off, Brother forgot yes", Husein's voice slightly shouted reminiscent of Hasan.

" Wait son, don't leave father, you come all the way here for you, please understand", cried Hanan chasing his two sons.

Hasan stopped and turned to his father's voice, "why are you looking for us to be hurt again?, we are fine sir, if you want to know our news", looking for an excuse.

" Please son, you want to meet your sister and mother" said Hanan full of requests, Husein finally pulled his father's hand and they could only look at each other and Hasan nodded in agreement and the three of them walked to the doctor's house without any talk.

" Assalamualaikum", how many Husain and Hasan when entering the house page in the lyrics of the doctor's car Yusuf is no longer at home.

" Waalaikumsalam Kak" replied Bibi purely.

" Please go in sir!", in a cold tone will allow his father to enter the living room, at once Hanan's heart beats uncaringly it feels impatient to see the faces of Yasmin and Aya immediately.

Hasan went in and called Yasmin.

" Where's Daddy's Bun? outside there are you looking for us!", he said coldly while Husein just looked while sitting on the sofa in front of the TV.

Meanwhile in the living room just looking at Yasmin's house, there was a smile engraved on her lips, his heart was happy to see his wife's residence according to him a very luxurious house a spacious building nice interior living room that fit and looks expensive, expensive, but there is not a single photo of the residents of the house.

" Bapak?!", Yasmin spoke softly but was very surprised to hear her voice.

" Want what?, how can you get here?", Yasmin's secret back was not finished thinking.

Yasmin who that morning had looked very neat and beautiful even though now her body is a little more contained because she was breastfeeding.

Yasmin was still speechless it felt lazy to accompany her guest this morning but it was also impolite not to meet in her heart already did not feel anything.

" Friend your father first brother, Sister Aya also love to know", said Yasmin softly, Hasan nodded in agreement, as much as possible to his father still he missed the person who had ignored him all along.

" Bi please make a drink and snack for guests in the living room yes", Yasmin said to bi Murni.

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