Don't Call My Son the Haram Child
Fall Sick

Life will go on as it was destined, so Zakira does not want to complain much, just be a listener complaining both of her children.

Akbar came home with a trophy, he could rank one in a meticulous intelligent event that was as provincial. Though Akbar age has not even 6 years and he sits in the 2nd grade SD because of his extraordinary intelligence.

Zakira sat down while listening to her son tell a story.

"Don't expect Mother, Brother can win. And Brother fought against brothers whose bodies were taller and bigger than his brothers!" speak with spirit.

"Oh yes, Mother's child is smart anyway."

"Mother later if Akbar school, can Akbar get a trophy like Brother?'' asked Akbar with his slurred speech style.

"Good God, son."

"Yes Dek, Later let the brother who taught Adek, so that if there is a race, we can win, so that it can make the mother proud."

A clear thread dripped down Zakira's cheeks, hearing the very noble ideals of her little boy. Perhaps Aufar did not know about the meaning of life. But he knew how to be proud of his parents.

"Yes Abang, adek also want to get a lot of trophies like Brother. Let it make you proud" he said.

"Honey Mommy is not present at the cup reception, but many people want to see Mommy, he said Aufar at the same meal as Mommy to be a pinter," said Aufar innocently.

Zakira again made a smile with the words Aufar .

"Mother love to eat rice, drink milk eat good healthy and halal to be blessed."

"What do Mothers eat?" ask Akbar.

Zakira smiled again.

"Samalah Son. Mother never differentiates the two of you. Mother's affection and love for Akbar and Aufar are equally great."

Aufar and Akbar threw eyes at each other then smiled they both got up and immediately hugged Zakira.

"We both love Mother!" he hugged Zakira.

"Hiks, Mother also loves you both."

After a moment of hugging each other, Zakira let go of her embrace.

"We're Bobo, it's night. Tomorrow I want to go to school."

"Yes but Mother is also bobo ya."

"Mother can't be bobo yet, because mother still has work."

"Why do you have to work again, is it not from morning to evening that Mother has worked? Mother should sleep too. Akbar does not want Mother to continue working."

"Yes, then we're bobo. Let's lie down in each other's place."

Aufar and Akbar took their respective places. They slept next to Zakira, who also laid her body beside her children.

"Before going to bed read the prayer first."

"Yes Mother."

After reading the prayer Aufar and Akbar closed his eyes while hugging Zakira. They all slept under Zakira's armpits.

For them, Zakira is a shady umbrella that protects them from heat and rain. Zakira also becomes a friend who is ready to hear and provide solutions for them.

Zakira slept while embracing the tiny bodies of her two sons.

"May my son grow up to be a responsible and independent man, to be the son of Sholeh so as to ease the torment of my torment later in the afterlife" Zakira said, raising her hand.

Then in his kisses the two heads of his children. Zakira yawned, her eyes sleepy because her body was too tired to force her to stay awake.

Without being able to fight back, Zakira finally fell asleep while there was still work to do that night.

Rafli arrived at his home tired all over his body. Rafli is no longer eager to work. I don't know why his body has been feeling so weak lately.

Rafli lay on the sofa in the living room. The body feels jovial, Rafli shivered.

Bu Rita came out of her room and saw the son lying down while curled up in the cold .

"Rafli why are you lying there ? let's get in the room!"

"In a moment, ma'am, Rafli's not feeling well, it feels like this is jubilant ."

Bu Rita approached Rafli then saw Rafli's face that looked pale .

"Your face is ashen Rafli?you better rest . Let's go in your room first! "

Not wanting to hear her mother's constant chatter Rafli, getting off the sofa and about to walk to the room, suddenly his gaze felt dark when stepping his legs, Rafli suddenly fainted, and then he fainted, his body almost collapsed to the floor if Bu Rita did not support his body .

"Dad! Daddy!" Call Ms. Rita in a panic .

Ishmael hurriedly approached Rita

"What's this ma'am, Rafli why ?"

Don't know well, suddenly Rafli fell down, I saw his face was also pale .

"Let's just take it to the room."

Rafli was taken to a room with his parents in his trunks .

Upon awakening, Rafli is given medication and rest .

After 2 days of rest, Rafli did not recover his parents also took the initiative to check his health to the hospital, which is not far from his home .

Because Rafli's condition was quite alarming, he also had to be hospitalized.

Rafli lay down with the infusion on his hand. Bu Rita and Mr. Ismail were next to Rafli to accompany him .

A doctor and a nurse approached Rafli.

"Doctor is actually my son sick what is it ?"tanya Ms. Rita .

"Look, according to the results of the blood test, it turns out that the patient has thalassemia major, and from now on the patient must have a blood transfusion at least two weeks once ."

Hearing that, Mom Rita widened her eyes.

"But, the doctor was originally My Son did suffer from thalassemia, but because it was not too severe there was no need for blood transfusions and his condition had been fine ."

"It's true, ma'am, but at this time the patient's thalassemia has entered thalassemia major, and I make sure for life the patient has to undergo a blood transfusion to save his life."

Not playing surprise Bu Rita, Rafli and Mr. Ismail at that time.

After giving an explanation to Rafli and his parents the doctor examined Rafli's condition, then he left the room .

After installing the blood transfusion tool Rafli returned to sleep because his body felt so weak.

Bu Rita and Mr. Ismail came out of Rafli's room.

"Hiks, How is this Well, how poor is Rafli having to undergo a blood transfusion twice in a month. "

"Well what else, ma'am if that's the only way to save Rafli's life ."

" Hiks, I'm sad because Rafli currently has no wife to take care of when sick. Surely no woman wants to marry a sick man like Rafli, hiks." Ms. Rita cried bitterly at the thought of her son's fate.

Mr. Ismail, who was also hit by Rafli's disease, could only remain bowed and sad.

"Pity Rafli if his whole life must be widowed, however, mother must persuade Zakira to want to marry Rafli back hiks," Rita said while wiping her tears.