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Khumaira continued to whine so that he could meet Mami Siska, Abbas began to lose his guard and finally comply with Khumaira's request.

"Mas, before we go to the hospital. We stopped by the dress shop, I wanted to buy something for Mami. May it?." Khumaira said, he looked happy.

"It's up to you, baby. What matters is that you're not so tired." Abbas held Khumaira's cheek behind his veil, in his heart Abbas was still reluctant to meet Mami Siska. He hated her so much.

"If not Khumaira persuaded me to meet Mami, I would not have met Mami. I still hate her so much, but seeing my beautiful wife happy. To see Mami, I will close my hatred to Mami. What do I do when I see Mommy? Oh God, strengthen my heart. Whatever happens later." Abbas said in his heart.

"I know, you don't like meeting Mommy. But until when it should be like this mas, I don't want you to hate continuously to your Mami. It was a sin, let alone ignoring it." Khumaira said in his heart.

They arrived at the clothes shop.

"Subhanallah, this clothing store does not only sell clothes. But the prayer equipment is also there, I bought this and some gamis." Khumaira took a white mukena, adem and very soft. Khumaira was very enthusiastic, Abbas saw Khumaira happy. He was happy, although there was still hatred in his heart.

After buying Khumaira's wish item, they continued to go to Mami Siska in the hospital.

A few hours later, they arrived at the mental hospital. Where Mami Siska was treated, Abbas hesitated to get out of the car or not. In his mind still holds a very deep heartache, for the behavior of Mami Siska.

"Do I have to forgive Mommy?Mami has hurt me and Papi a lot." Inner Abbas, as soon as the memory of the past comes. A very sad and painful past.

"Mas." Khumaira resuscitated Abbas from his daydreaming.

"Dear I-yes, what's wrong?." Abbas said in shock.

"Mas, called from earlier even daydreamed. What's up?or are you still hesitant to meet your mother?... Make what mas?If you are rich like this, you teach me to hate my parents, remember that husband is a role model and gives an example to his wife" Khumaira Angry.

"Bu-not so, baby. I don't want to see Mami, because the shadow of the past that makes me sad and painful is repeated." Abbas dropped his head on Khumaira's shoulder.

"Mas, we are just ordinary humans who are full of khilafan. Mas, have to fight the hatred to Mami Siska. I know it's very painful and sad for you, but if you're like this. His life will feel a lot of regret, give an example for our child mas. Don't let our children be like this. I'm sure Mas can turn Mami into a woman worthy of a guard. When he was no longer young and accompanied his old age with his children, son-in-law and grandchildren."

"Yes, honey. I will try to accept and forgive Mami, help me so I can face Mami."

"Yes, Mum."

The arrival of Abbas and Khumaira was welcomed by Sister Dyah.

"As long as you come, ladies and gentlemen." Sister Dyah.

"Yes, how's Mami doing now?." Abbas cold.

"Lord and mistress can see it firsthand, let the master and mistress judge it as what it looks like."

"All right, you're gonna get us to meet Mami." Abbas withdrew Khumaira's hand.

"Let's go, my ladies and gentlemen deliver. Where Siska's mother is."

"Thank you, Sister." Khumaira.

They're headed for Mami Siska's room.

"Subhanallah, is that really Mami you mas?." Khumaira said, seeing Mami Siska praying Azhar. Abbas had wide eyes, surprised to see his mother change.

"That's right Siska's mother, she's changed a lot." The answer was Sister Dyah. Abbas still doesn't believe it's his mom or anyone else.

"Alhamdulillah, Mba Sus. Oia, Sister Sus. I have a gift for Sister and Mami, please get it in the car. There's a driver, Mba Sus."

"Yes, Madam. I'd like to take it, please Lord and Lady to see Mother Siska" Sister Dyah said goodbye and left.

"Mas, look. It is the greatness of God that is to open the heart of Mami to the right path, yuk. We'll see Mami." Khumaira withdraws Abbas's hand.

"Yes, honey. But I doubt, did Mami really repent or just pretend?So that Mommy can get out of here." Abbas was hesitant to see his own Mammary change.

"Mas, you don't think bad with Mami. Not good, if you still don't believe Mami's change. You better have Roy go over to Mami's and you don't come with me to see Mami." Khumaira.

"Loh, honey. You're getting angry."

Khumaira glared at Abbas.

"Yes-yes, I'm sorry. And I'll open my heart to Mami."

They met Mami when Mami was finished praying.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mother's..." Abbas shaking.

"Wa'alaikum... Ab-Abbas, is this really you, son?." Mami Siska shed tears and disbelief, who in front of her was the child she had met so much.

"Yes, Mi." There were no tears for Abbas to fall on his cheek.

"Thank God, you have granted my request." Mami Siska hugs Abbas. Khumaira saw them feeling moved.

"I'm sorry Mommy, son. Mami's so much wrong with you."

"Yes, Mi. Abbas has forgiven Mami."

"Thank you, son." Mami Siska kissed Abbas all over the face.

"Stop, Mi. I'm ashamed to see my wife." Abbas stopped his mother's actions.

"Haha... Yeah-yes, Oia where's your wife, son?."

"Honey, here I introduce Mami." Abbas held Khumaira's hand.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mi, I'm Khumaira." Khumaira said politely.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Masha Allah is beautiful to you. Nak... I'm sorry Mami didn't come for your wedding." Mami Siska hugged Khumaira.

"Yes, Mi. It's okay, I understand Mami's situation."

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"Assalamu'alaikum's chat... I'm sorry this stuff wants to be put where's madam?." Sister Dyah brought the things that Khumaira bought.

"Wa'alaikum... Put it there first, Mba Sus. Oia it's a pink paper bag that you have please take."

"Thank you madam, then excuse me. Assalamualaikum..." After taking the paper bag Sister Dyah left.

"Mi, this is what I bought for Mami I hope Mami likes." Khumaira showed me the stuff.

"Thank you, Son. Mami really likes it, it just so happens that Mami has no clothes."

"Yes, Mi. Thank God Mommy wants to hijab."

Abbas saw two women of different ages looking at the clothes and chatting with fun, forgetting himself.

"You forgot me." Abbas pretended to be sad.

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