My Little Wife Fatimah's
4.The Reveal of Secrets
Azan early morning reverberated, even though Haid Fatimah was accustomed to waking up before dawn, he noticed the door of his brother Rahman's room, "Nggak usually kak Rahman did not wake up at this time, he usually wakes up before dawn to pray at dawn in the mosque, "inner Fatimah.
Fatimah walked towards her brother's bedroom door, she knocked on the door while calling Rahman, "Sister Rahman.Have you woken up?" call Fatimah. But there was no reply to Rahman's voice. Fatimah tried to open a door that was not in the key.
Fatimah panicked to see her brother's carefree condition. Fatimah immediately met her brother in bed and indeed Fatimah felt Rahman's body was very hot. "Sister.you are sick yes, why not tell Mother anyway, just yes I call father and mother," said Fatimah who clasped Rahman's hands hot.
"Don't you don't know" Rahman stopped Fatimah by holding Fatimah's hand tightly.
"Sister, you're sick, you have to seek medical treatment" Fatimah panicked.
"There is no need" said Rahman, who tried to sit down. Fatimah helped her brother sit down.
"Where are you going?" asked Fatimah in a soft tone. "I want ablution, I pray here only," said Rahman who looked lethargic.
"Yes, I helped her" Fatimah took her sister to the bathroom.
"No need Fatimah, please prepare to go to school,"
"Who wants to go to school this early, the chickens haven't gotten up at this hour" Fatimah kept her brother.
"Here you are, do you want to go to the bathroom?" Rahman glared at Fatimah.
"Yes.yes.iya.I wait outside," Fatimah stood in front of the bathroom.
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Rahman prayed in his room despite his rather weak condition while Fatimah was getting ready for school.
The sun began to appear. Fatimah met her sister in the room before she left for school,
"Sister Rahman rest yes," said Fatimah while compressing Rahman's forehead very hot. "Yes.iya.iya already hunted there school, later hunted late, do not think of me, later noon also I must have healed, sorry yes today you left alone first," rahman told his sister.
"Yes, I have left, Assalamualaikum" said Fatimah and kissed Rahman on the forehead. Fatimah immediately left Rahman in the room.
Rahman looked shocked at Fatimah's kiss even though it was only on her forehead. "Fatimah.can't you help me to hold back my feelings, with your attitude like this will make me expect you more," inner Rahman who harbored love for his own sister.
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Father, Mother and Sarah had breakfast. "West..Where Rahman, how this morning he was not seen, Fatimah left alone to school, try to call him," pinta mother to Sarah.
"Yes, Bun,"
Sarah Rahman has not yet appeared. "No need to bother Sarah" Rahman said, sitting next to her.
"Rahman you are sick, yes" asked the mother who saw Rahman's sluggish condition.
"Biasalah Bun, the young man is so, never feel sick even though he is sick, do not panic so much," Dad patted Mother's shoulder.
"Iya Bun.later I will be able to walk, too," Rahman began to smile.
"Oh yes.there is an important thing that we have to talk about, mumpung Fatimah is not here, as the more mature the more questions Fatimah makes the mother have to look for reasons to avoid that Fatimah is not our biological child, the mother is worried she will know the truth," my mother complained in front of me, Sarah and Rahman.
"Yes mother, as hard as we cover this secret, sooner or later Fatimah will know, whether it's from us or from others" continued Sarah who also worried about her sister.
"For sure we must keep this a secret, because if Fatimah knows, she will certainly isolate herself or even she will look for her old boy," said Father to calm the atmosphere.
"Mother does not want to lose Fatimah," Mother shed tears.
It was unexpected that Fatimah heard everything, she had not yet gone to school, she was standing behind the door.
He could not bear his tears unceasingly pouring out, he had never imagined a reality as bitter as this.
"Why do you hide a secret this big from me, is it because you feel sorry for me?, or are you deliberately trying to make me live like I don't know anything, I have a right to know where I come from, Dad...Mommy.. Fatimah is disappointed with your secretive attitude" Fatimah said, crying in front of her family.
"Fatimah.no dear, mother just waited for the right time to tell you about this," mother looked at Fatimah while crying.
Fatimah quickly ran away from home. "Fatimah..," mother pursued Fatimah. "Mother, let Fatimah calm herself," father calms Mother.
Sarah could only cry for fear of losing her sister. Rahman tried to chase Fatimah but Fatimah ran away too fast.
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Fatimah bravely skipped school because of her bad mood.he pondered near the river where she used to play when she was a child.
Fatimah cried considering such a bitter reality. "I know you are here" said Rahman who suddenly appeared and sat beside Fatimah.
"You came here, you went home, you shouldn't be so good with me" Fatimah cried incessantly.
"I'm your brother, I'm not polite to say that" Rahman said.
"I don't care, I'm just a pickle boy" said Fatimah, crying.
"Fatimah fate brings you to your family, you don't blame fate, we all love you, we don't want to lose you" Rahman said slowly.
"The thing is I feel like a fool, brother, I don't know where I come from, I want to know my biological parents," complained Fatimah.
"If you stop crying, I'll tell you everything" Rahman looked at Fatimah.
"About 15 years ago, my mother and I saw a mother holding her child by the river, when she noticed the woman, it was an old friend of the mother, she said, the woman's condition was already a bit weak, and she told her mother that she was worried that she could not give the best for her child who was none other than you, she said, the woman looked sad as if she was afraid that her son would feel what he felt, mother took the woman home, for a week you and your mother were at home, but suddenly your mother's heart disease relapsed and died, and Dad and Mom decided to raise you as their daughter, I was too young to understand that, so that's all I know about your family's origin" Rahman explained at length.
