Don't Call My Son the Haram Child
Come To Break Up the Split

After the doctor's examination room. Rafli approached Zakira's treatment room.

Rafli's face bowed lethargic as he entered the room. Zakira grew anxious.

"What's up? Is our son okay?" Zakira started to look panicked.

Rafli rubbed Zakira's hand. "Our child suffers from thalassemia. "

"Huh? Thalassemias?"

"Let's love you're patient."

Zakira's eyeballs began to dew. He saw the baby next to him.

"O Allah, what trials are these again, torment."

"Please, as long as we are together, we will be able to face this ordeal. You have to be strong so that our children are strong, too" Rafli said as he rubbed Zakira's head.

"Dad, Aufar would like to see it?" ask Aufar.

"Can." Rafli held Aufar and brought Aufar closer to their son.

"Cup..Sayang dede cup.." Aufar kissed the baby's cheek.

"Aufar dear with dede Nak?"

"Dear Dad." Aufar sat beside Zakira then rubbed his sister's head.

"In that case, as Mas, Aufar should be able to keep the dedek yes, especially if father is on duty out of town."

"Yes Yah.Aufar is dear to dede."

 Rafli rubbed Aufar's head. Rafli has just felt the wisdom of the ordeal he once had. If there were no Aufar, they might not have healthy offspring. 

"Dear grandpa." Aufar kissed the baby again.

Zakira wiped away her tears. 

"Patience to you, dear. Whatever our children are, we'll take care of them together."

"Hiks yes Mas. No matter what my son, I'll love you just as much as I love Aufar." Zakira kissed the baby's head.

The four of them hugged each other to strengthen each other..

***

After several days of treatment, Zakira was allowed to go home. 

This morning Rafli was getting ready to go to work. He saw the wife who still looked pale and weak was lying on the bed.

Actually he could not bear to leave Zakira with children who were still small because of the unstable condition. But what power, his duty as a state servant can not be ignored.

Rafli let out a long breath.

"God, I cannot leave Zakira, Aufar and my baby in this state. What if something happens to all of them, and no one helps them."

Rafli blew his rough breath. His feeling was so heavy.

"Do I ask you to help me to take care of Zakira" Rafli muttered.

Rafli kept thinking and weighing. The simalakama fruit. Eventually Rafli decides to contact Rita's mother, as she is more worried about her family's safety.

"Halo assalamualaikum ma'am," said Rafli on his phone call.

"Waalaikumsalam What is Rafli calling mom. Surely you need something?"

An uneasy feeling began to linger in Rafli's heart. But he hurriedly brushed it off.

"Mom Rafli can ask for help?"

"Can you ask for help?" sahut bu Rita with ketus.

"Bu Rafli is leaving for duty, can Rafli leave Zakira and Rafli's children?"

"Huh! It could be."

"Thank God, thank you, ma'am."

"Yes Rafli."

After disconnecting his phone, Rafli approached Zakira.

"Honey, because Mas has to go to work, you take good care of yourself. There will be a mother who will help you."

"Mother Mas. Why ask mom for help, I can do it myself."

"Can't Zakira. See your own condition like that. And the condition of our baby is also like that. Not to mention Aufar who definitely needs something and must make you move a lot. Never mind, whatever your mom says just think of it like the wind. Let him talk what. It's important there are people to look after and help you as long as I go to work."

Zakira lowered her face. He strongly objected that Miss Rita should be at his house. But because it was at Rafli's request, inevitably Zakira obeyed.

"Mas go first. This morning I cooked for you. If you're hungry, you just eat."

"Baby equipment is also on the bed. It's all complete."

"Yes, thank you." Zakira kisses the back of her husband's hand before Rafli leaves for work.

Rafli approached Aufar who was playing around their room.

"Aufar, I'll go first, son. Aufar don't be naughty. Aufar should be able to help you take care of sister."

"Yes Well."

Rafli kissed Aufar's head before he left for work.

***

Zakira opened her eyes because she heard a noise in the kitchen.

Zakira glanced at the time indicator which showed it at 12:00 p.m.

Because his body was still weak Zakira also rose slowly. His eyes rolled around the room. Try to find Aufar's whereabouts.

Ting ting the sound in the kitchen was still heard.

"Aufars!"Call Zakira.

Moments later Aufar came with a plate of rice complete with vegetables and fried tempeh.

"Yes Mother."

"Be careful, son!" Zakira was so horrified to see Aufar's small foot step while carrying a plate of rice.

Aufar gave the plate to Zakira.

"Mother eat first, then take the medicine."

"Aufar remember your schedule for taking your medicine?"

"Remember Mother, twelve o'clock. Before taking the medicine you should eat first."

Zakira smiled at Haru.

"Thank you dear. Here Aufar eats the same mother."

"Aufar has eaten Mommy, Aufar's stomach is this big." Aufar showed her stomach which was indeed slightly distended.

"Ehm your mother's son is smart."

Aufar smiled then she approached her sister and kissed her sister." Mother sister just sleep anyway."

"Yes sister wakes up most just suckling."

After Zakira ate, Aufar filled the glass with water and gave it to Zakira.

Aufar also brought medicines for Zakira.

"Drink medicine first Mother."

'It turns out my son is smart, he does not bother to help me, even though he is only three years old.' Inner Zakira.

After eating, Zakira returned to rest. Aufar is back playing.

At 03:00 pm, Rita's mother arrived at their home.

"Assalamualaikum," said Bu Rita while pressing the handle of the door and then entered.

"Waalaikumsalam" said Aufar and Zakira.

Zakira is shocked by the arrival of Miss Rita. It seems that the presence of his in-laws is no longer needed because Rafli will soon be home too.

"I came here at Rafli's request. If Rafli hadn't asked me I wouldn't have come here."

Ms. Rita went into the room and approached the sleeping baby Zakira.

"Zakira, do you know why you gave birth to a child with thalassemia?"

"Tau Bu, Thalassemia is caused by one of the genes of both parents experiencing thalassemia disease. Or the combination of both parents' genes does not match so that it causes blood disorders in the offspring."

"Well, really!"

"If you know yourself, you better get out of Rafli's life. You do not want to have offspring who suffer from thalassemia continue," said Bu Rita.

"Did Mom come here just to say that?" ask Zakira.

"Yes of course. You and Rafli can live happily with the perfect offspring, if you both choose the path to separate."

" Mom, Thalassemia does exist. And all this happened by the permission of Allah. We are withholding the house which you have built for the sake of Allah. We are willing to give up God's will against us. If Allah wills our descendants as such, then we are sincere. But we believe we can deal with it" Zakira said with tears in her eyes.

"You're good Zakira. You already have your perfect son Aufar. While Rafli only has a disabled child."

"Enough Mom! Me and Mas Rafli never considered our son to be disabled. We are happy with his birth. If Mom comes here just to divide my household and Mas Rafli. Better not come at all."

Miss Rita was silent. He put the baby back next to Zakira. With a stomp, Bu Rita stepped out of Zakira's room.