Don't Call My Son the Haram Child
Decisions

At dawn that day Zakira also tidied up her things.

"Za, you think again Za, if we part ways with our children."

"Mas, I've been thinking about this over and over again. I think this might be the best. I don't want you to mess with your mother. I also don't want my son constantly to be blamed for the misfortune that befell your family. I've been patient enough for 3 years."

"I'm tired of Mas. I'm distressed. I can't bear to accept this insult. My descendants are said to be carriers of disease. You know, maybe your mom needs you more than I do."

"But Za, where do you want to live?"

"Whatever can give me peace."

Zakira kept putting her things in the suitcase.

The crane! Rafli's phone rang.

"Hello what's up, Dad?"

"Rafli your mother's condition is declining. His blood pressure rose until he was unconscious. You better come here Rafli, I'm afraid something's gonna happen to your mother."

Rafli is still unmoved but the phone has been cut off by his father.

"Go, meet your mother. Don't let me and my children be blamed again for the misfortune that befell your family."

Rafli is still flinching.

He saw Zakira who was still cleaning her things.

Rafli is worried about his mother's condition but also worried about his son and wife.

Because his mother's life was on the edge, Rafli came out of his house died without saying a word to Zakira.

***

Aufar woke up when he heard a slightly noisy voice.

"Mother, what are you doing?" asked Aufar while rubbing her eyes.

"Mother is beberes. Because soon we'll move on, son."

"Moved? Move to where's Mommy?"

"Later Aufar knows for himself. Aufar keep the grandpa. Mother clean up first."

With her condition still weak, Zakira tidied up her things little by little.

Zakira called her uncle. This was the first time he called his uncle, after four years of marriage.

He didn't want to trouble his uncle. But Zakira needed help to find a contract.

"Yes Za, uncle will find you a contract."

"Thank you Uncle."

"But are you sure you want to split with Rafli?"

"Yakin uncle. I can't afford to be insulted by Rafli's mas family."

"It's important Rafli is responsible."

"Yes uncle, then thank you. Assalamu'alaikum."

Zakira hung up on her phone.

***

Rafli waited in front of the ICU room with his father, they waited for paramedics to take action on Bu Rita.

"How's Rafli?  have you made a decision?'

Rafli was still silent with his glowing eyeballs. Sad confused restless and worried all mixed in the mind of the heart at that time.

"Your mother doesn't accept it, she keeps asking you to divorce Zakira. After you left her, she kept crying making her head hurt until she lost consciousness."

Rafli is still unmoved he has no idea where his relationship with Zakira will go.

Moments later a nun calls Rafli and her father.

The two of them immediately approached the room where Bu Rita was being treated.

Rafli approached his mother because he was so worried about Rita's mother.

"Mom what about mom?"

Bu Rita threw away her face reluctantly staring at Rafli.

"Mom don't be like this, ma'am, Rafli came to see how you're doing."

"Why did you come here Rafli? You just go home don't see mom anymore." Bu Rita's voice sounded soft.

"Rafli's worried about mom's health." 

"No need to worry about your health. Not if you die, you're free. And no one's asking you to divorce your wife."

"Don't talk like that, ma'am. But Rafli loves mom, hiks."

"But you love your wife more, right?"

Rafli was confused.

"Yes Rafli, Mother is also not eager to live. What's life like if your only child never cares about you."

Bu Rita tried to pull out her breathing tube.

"Mom don't take off Mom!" Raffi tried to hold Rita's trembling hand.

"Mom doesn't want to live anymore Rafli! So just let Mom die." Although Bu Rita's voice sounded soft. However, his words were so resolutely full of threats.

Rafli was so scared that Rita's mom would end her life.

A few moments of silence.

"Well Mom, Rafli will drop the talaq on Zakira right now."

***

Zakira had finished bathing the baby.

The phone rings over the nightstand.

"Aufar, please take the Mother of the phone son."

Aufar grabbed the phone and gave it to Zakira.

"From Mas Rafli."

Zakira swiped her phone screen to receive the call.

"Hello Assalamualaikum Mas."

"Waalaikumsalam Zakira."

'Yes, what's wrong?"

There was a sound of sobs on the other end of the phone.

"Why is your mom? What happened to your mother?"ask Zakira.

But only the remains of sobs were heard

"Before I want to apologize to you Zakira."

Zakira flirted as if she knew what Rafli meant.

A few moments of silence and only sound Rafli's breath that seems heavy.

"Zakira, in the name of the Lord I am dropping talaq on you."

Rafli's voice sounded vibrating making Zakira speechless. A clear thread slowly trickled down Zakira's cheek.

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