Madina is Not a Haram Child
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Puspa also arrived at his hometown, he

to feel the peace he always longed for,

Breeze blowing leaf grass on the tree, making the rural atmosphere of his village feel very cool, and beautiful.

The beautiful charm of his mountain added a green color within his gaze that seemed to reconcile his soul.

His feelings are mixed, between believing or not, if he is now in his hometown, Sumedang.

The village where she was born and raised lovingly by her parents,

A village full of stories about the struggle of his parents in poverty that afflicted him.

The village that forced him to go to sebrang country for the welfare of his family.

Puspa gave a big thank you to Zulham for bringing him to his hometown safely.

"Thank you very much Zulham, because of you I can return safely, without any lack of anything, I also do not know what to say let alone to thank you for everything, may Allah always protect your every step"

Puspa said thank you for all Zulham's kindness to him.

He also felt that after this it was impossible for them to be reunited with Zulham.

Seen Puspa's gaze was very sad considering it all,

"You take it easy Puspa, if you need my help or Madina miss me, just call me, you don't hesitate, I will definitely meet you"

Zulham answered calmly in the face of his grief.

Puspa smiled for the last time at Zulham, the sweet smile that Zulham will always miss,

his feelings were not able to hold, which turned out he had admired Puspa from the first day they met.

But Zulham decided to keep his feelings

and buried it in.

Zulham decided to return to Jakarta,

"Remember my message Puspa, just in case baby Madina doesn't let anyone know she's Natasya's son,"

Puspa was surprised where Zulham knew Madina was Natasha's son.

"You don't need to think about where I know all that, most importantly now, you should be able to protect Madina well, if anyone asks whose child, don't even say that Madina is Natasha's child,"

Zulham's message to her is very serious.

Puspa saw there was anxiety Dimata Zulham said all that, he said,

He finally approved all the messages from Zulham.

Zulham left Puspa.

Carrying baby A, Puspa also walked down the path to his beloved home.

The house in the settlement that can not be entered into the small road, only two-wheeled vehicles can enter the road to his house.

When he arrived in front of the house, Puspa was very surprised to see his family home which now stands firmly with its grandeur.

he came from a dream to see the house in front of him.

"is this the mother's and father's house?"

Puspa was amazed to see his large house standing firmly thanks to his sweat all this time.

Puspa remembers the house that was once only made of bamboo rooms that were based on red soil.

"My house, is this my house?"

Ask his heart as if he does not believe the gedong house in front of him is now his family home, a house built thanks to the results of his sweat so far.

My mother shed tears of gratitude for all that God had given her,

"Thank you for all this"

He was grateful in his depth.

Baby Madina who is still asleep is now starting to open her eyes,

The atmosphere of the village looks lonely because at this hour they are busy in the rice fields and fields respectively.

Baby Madina smiled at him as if she understood the happiness he was feeling.

Puspa walked to the front door and knocked on the door of the house while saying his greetings,

"Assynogaic"

Greetings from outside the house

It was heard from inside that someone answered his greetings,

"Girishal"

A middle-aged woman finally opened the door.

At that moment, the woman was stunned to see who had come knocking on her door,

"Masha Allah,Push my son"

Ms. Siti seemed to not believe the eldest child she had been waiting for news of, was now in front of her with everything she brought.

Her reply with her distinctive smile, sweet and pretty, was also understated.

Ms. Siti did not hesitate anymore, she immediately hugged Puspa tightly, she said,

the atmosphere became haru when they hugged each other to give up longing after 3 years of not meeting.

The tears of longing are not able to hold them, either,

"My son Puspa, where have you been all this time, your mother is very worried about you son".

Said Ms. Siti in her arms crying, and haru because her son was now standing right in front of her in a healthy and safe state.

"Puspa is fine, ma'am, forgive Puspa for worrying you"

He apologized for everything that happened.

Bu Siti told Puspa to enter the house, his two sisters went straight out of the room and saw who came.

The youngest who knew her brother well ran and shouted to Puspa,

"Steak..."

Nisa is her youngest sister, she instantly recognizes her brother and hugs him.

"Teeth,,, damang tea?".

Nisa asked Puspa to ask him how he was doing, he smiled when he saw his youngest sister welcome him with great joy.

Puspa saw the whole house,

Everything has changed, there is no leftover old stuff when he was still living in the bamboo house first.

In the past, which usually only held woven mats to welcome guests, now has changed with a sofa that is quite luxurious for its class.

Glass cabinets are very beautiful for a house of its size.

There used to be no glass cabinets, there was only a bamboo table to store clothes and school books and his two younger siblings.

Puspa walked through every room of the house, he saw his sister's two rooms neatly arranged with foam mattresses and study tables each in his room, as well as a closet large enough for one person.

Puspa increasingly made haru by him, he,

"It's all yours, son"

Said Bu Siti realized that Puspa was feeling everything had changed in this house.

.

"Yes, this is all yours, son, the result of your hard work all this time,"

Bu Siti explained.

Puspa smiled at Ms. Siti, and asked her whereabouts of his beloved father.

"Alhamdulillah Ma'am, it turns out that my hard work is very beneficial for everyone, then where is father?"

Before Ms. Siti answered her question, she asked who the baby she was carrying was.

"But son, who's this baby"

Ask Ms. Siti seriously,

Puspa remembered the message Zulham had given him so as not to tell him that Madina was Natasha's son.

Puspa finally had to lie to Ms. Siti and say if the baby was her baby,

"What are you saying, son?"

Ms. Siti was very surprised to hear Puspa's confession about baby A.

"Tell me the truth, son, whose baby is this?"

Tanya Bu Siti seems to not believe if her child can do things that are not bad there which resulted in her birth baby A.

Bu Siti thinks baby A is the result of Puspa's illegal relationship with the man there.

"Astagfirullah didn't mean it so much Mom, actually Madina is my baby who I consider to be my own child, I found baby A in my workplace, she's poor Mom, she's an orphan, her parents are gone,"

Clearly makes the inner Bu Siti a little more calm.because her anxiety is wrong on Puspa.

But he was also worried that later everyone would know if his son brought a baby from Singapore, what they would say and think about his son,

Really Bu Siti very worried about Puspa.

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In another place, a man came to visit Zakaria's mistress in prison,

The man inquired about the baby that Madame Zakaria had been caring for all this time

"Just tell me, where's the baby?"

Shouted the man looking for baby A, who,

Lady Zakaria still can't say that baby A's Diman is, because she doesn't know either.

"Try you ask my employee named Puspa, maybe he will tell you where the baby is, because last time I handed the baby to him"

Answer Zakaria explained about the figure of Puspa who last took care of baby A.