Don't Call My Son the Haram Child
Nasab Who?

After three days in ICU, Zakira was transferred to the treatment room.

Same with the baby.

"Sir Zakira the baby was put here."

"Yes, thank you sister" said Zakira Lirih.

The poison given by Raymond, was indeed a poison so powerful, that it could kill in a matter of seconds.

Luckily Zakira got a quick handling so she could survive.

Zakira is currently recovering.

Hugged the baby because it was so missed by his son, while shedding tears.

"Oh Allah, thankfully you are safe, son, who will take care of you until you grow up, if Mother is not there.You are calm, as anyone against you, Mommy will always look after and protect you" said Zakira as she kissed the baby's head.

Rafli went into the room and saw that there was a baby Zakira there.

"Why was the baby brought here?" Ask Rafli.

"Why is it, then? You don't like it? if my son is with me?"

Rafli was silent for a moment. 

"No dislike, but you're recovering from a poison that almost took your life. Or don't you bother if the baby's here?"

"It's okay, my son doesn't bother me at all, I feel calm when he's with me."

"It's up to you."

Rafli also tidied up his shopping while Zakira stared at Rafli cynically.

***

While in the hospital, Rafly is seen reluctant to touch the baby. That made Zakira go wrong.

If only Zakira knew that Rafli didn't want the boy. Maybe it's better they split up a long time ago. Because there's no way Zakira could have abandoned her child.

After being treated for a week in the treatment room, Zakira was discharged from the hospital and taken home.

***

Seeing Zakira who had just returned from the hospital with her baby, neighbors consisting of mothers approached Zakira's house.

They came with some gifts for baby Zakira. There were about 4 people there they went straight into Zakira's room to see the baby Zakira was born with.

"Geez, what a funny thing your son Za. Already given a name?" Ask one of the neighbors.

"No, I haven't thought of a suitable name for my baby yet."

"Let's name is Ahmad. His father Rafli, his son Ahmad so if in his name as the name of the famous artist is loh."

Suddenly a neighbor whispered into the woman's ear.

"Hus ngaco you, it's not Rafli's son" whispered one of Zakira's neighbors.

The woman fell silent.

"Well, isn't that your son Za?" ask one of the others.

"God willing next week Brother. I just got home from the hospital. That's why it hasn't been."

"Oh yes. Moga you and your baby are always healthy yes Za," said a middle-aged woman who is a neighbor of Zakira.

"Mom, thank you."

"Yes Za, then we all say yes, may you and your child always be healthy." The other neighbors also offered prayers for Zakira.

That is what I told my husband.

***

The next day Zakira had stripped him of all the jewelry he had. She waits for Raffly to come home from work while giving breast milk to the baby.

"Assalamualaikum," said Rafli at the door.

"Getishalight."

Zakira approached Rafli and then served a drink for which he had been prepared.

After sitting down and sipping his drink Rafli entered the room, then changed his clothes and rushed to the bathroom.

After wearing neat clothes approached Zakira.

"Have you eaten Za?"ask Rafli.

"Not yet, sorry I haven't had time to cook."

"I've bought food outside. We'll eat together."

"Yes, it's."

Rafli's about to get out.

"Mas wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" asked Rafli while looking towards Zakira.

Zakira handed him a box of her jewelry. The jewelry is his from Zakira's hard work so far.

"Mas I can not leave this. You sell here the letters."

"What do you want to sell Za jewelry for?"

"I want to sell jewelry to finance my son Mas's aqiqahan."

"Aqiqa? do you want your child?"

"Yes Mas. It's jewelry, I bought it from my own savings." Zakira.

"Not so Za, now you think, usually the aqiqah will be mentioned from the child. Did you give Raymond his father's advice later?"

"Astagfirullah Mas." Zakira's tears instantly dripped. Zakira's heart ached as if pierced with pain.

"Mas, actually even though the child that was born was not your biological child. But still the boy will fall into your nashab."

"No!  I don't want my name in that kid's name. A murderous child! a child rapist! and you remember Zakira she also poisoned you. That fucking Reymond!"

" Enough of it! Snapping while crying.

"If you don't give your name to my son's people, it's okay. Let my son be without nasab. But don't call me once if my son is the son of a murderer, the son of a rapist! I don't accept my holy son! you guys stain with bad names! All babies born in this world are holy. What made him stained was the environment and the people who took part in educating him! If you don't want to sell the jewelry, I'll ask someone else for help" Zakira said, wrapping the jewelry back.

"Hiks hiks,"tangis Zakira

He put the jewelry down and then he held his son and kissed his son.

"Hiks hyks If you always bring up the origin of my son, you should just divorce me mas. I can't accept you being treated like this, hicks."

Rafli was speechless looking at Zaakira who was crying bitterly. There was a feeling of compassion in his heart for making his wife cry.

Just a description yes reader.there are hadiths that explain the situation as Zakira experienced this. Hopefully we are not mistaken. sorry if there is an error please write in the comments column

 Imam an-Nawawi of Shafi's madhhab scholars’i revealed if there was a woman married, then pregnant which may also be caused by a man other than her husband, then when the child was born in-nasab-kan to her husband.

That is, “If there are two men (legitimate husband and wife infidelity) who together marry him (the wife) in a holy state, in a state of holiness, then the wife became pregnant (and gave birth) the child that the child made possible was from one of the two men, so the child was sent to her legal husband, because there was a hadith, he said, ‘The child belongs to the owner of the bed,’ (HR. al-Bukhari-Muslim).” (Priest an-Nawawi, Majmu’ Syarh al-Muhadzab, juz XVII/410).