Ustad Or Alkash?
Helen's Heart

"Why was it so surprised?"

"And what's going on, baby. Why is it messy like this?"

Helen slowly approached Andin. Andin shook his head slowly. And then, as soon as he did, he sat on the side of his bed.

Helen lifted softly Andin's bowed chin. With a smile from Helen as usual.

"Tell me all your problems. Isn't that your habit from childhood?"

Helen stepped her feet around Andin's very messy dresser. It was he who slowly collected the scattered pieces of glass. Andin looked at Helen first, before he forbade Helen.

"Tante, no..."

Helen did not listen to Andin. It made Andin stand up to Helen and then help her collect glass fragments. And only a few pieces of glass that were collected by Andin, the fingers have been scratched first. It certainly makes Andin grimace with pain. Helen stared at Andin's fingers that were bleeding from being scratched by glass.

"ill? Whom? Or both?" (asked Helen)

Andin shook his head. Helen leads Andin back to the bed. Helen took a tissue and scissors at the table near the bed. Then he wiped little by little the blood that came out of Andin's fingers. Andin looks grimacing, but Helen doesn't care.

"What do you feel?" (asked Helen)

Andin still grimaced holding back the cry. Helen cut the two corners of her long tunic in parallel. Then he ripped it off hard. Andin was aghast to see Helen tampering with her own clothes.

"Tante, what are you doing.." (andin said softly).

Helen tidied the torn fabric with scissors. Then after that he saw the look in Andin's eyes.

"All your wounds will be a little light if you share."

Said Helen while tying the cloth tightly to Andin's fingers so that no more blood would seep out.

"Like this little cloth for example. This cloth will not cure scratches on your fingers. However, this cloth has great potential to clog the blood that is about to come out."

Helen looked at Andin then rubbed Andin's cheek gently. Trying to make Andin understand all his words.

"You need us, baby. We're your family, not your enemy."

Andin looked back at Helen and hugged her with an irresistible cry. Helen patted softly on Andin's back to channel a little strength to him.

"Yes, honey. Cry out loud. Crying is as strong as you. Then after that, you'll have to tell me all your problems."

To your mother-in-law, this is.

After a while, Andin let go of his embrace. He stopped his cries after feeling tired of drowning in sadness. Helen smiled looking at Andin who was still a little bit as excited. Then he rubbed the remaining tears on Andin's face using both hands.

"You're having trouble with your husband, right?"

Andin looked a little calmer. He looked at the floor with a meaningless look.

"My mother could not guess my situation. Then, how did auntie know?"

"Your friend, of course feel it. In fact, it was your mother who said it to me first."

Andin looked at Helen.

"really?"

Helen nodded.

"Do you really not want to tell us about your problem?" (asked Helen)

Andin went back into silence without flinching. After seeing the situation of Andin directly, Helen did not want to force Andin to tell a story.

"Some problems between husband and wife relationships, basically it should be resolved between the husband and wife." (said Helen)

Andin looked at Helen deeply.

"No aunt. I'll share it with you guys. With papah, mama, and also aunt."

"What should you do, auntie? Say?!"

Andin fell back into his tears. This time, Helen remained silent. Millions of feelings were raging inside him. Listening to the facts about his first son. He was already quite injured considering Zidan's marriage which seemed silent and did not consider himself to be in the slightest. Yes, even though it is around him. Near his first son.

"Tante, what should Andin do?!"

Andin has gone too deep. Helen hugged him tightly. So tight. As it feels, does not want him to get out of his hug at all.

My God, what trials are you giving?

"Andin, calm down, dear."

Helen shed her tears behind Andin's back, without stopping stroking Andin's hair. He knew that Andin's sadness and disappointment were far greater than his mother. The early life of marriage which should be a field of reward is also a field of happiness, the opposite happens.

"Say aunt, say. Can I regret it? Regretting meetings until our wedding?"

"Why did this all happen to me? Why, auntie? Why?"

Helen was getting more and more in her tears. He didn't know what to say to Andin. After all, she was his real mother. He is still responsible for his son's behavior. For a moment, Helen wiped her tears.

"I am your second mother, of course I understand your feelings. Moreover, the one who hurt your heart, is my own flesh and blood."

Andin opened her eyes behind Helen's embrace. He was stunned to hear Helen's words this time. Andin immediately let go of his embrace.

"Aunty Helen's blood?"

Andin said he didn't believe it. Helen was surprised by Andin's reaction. Helen closed her eyes for a moment and reopened them. He understands everything now.

My own son, did not even introduce me as his real mother in front of his wife. What's wrong with you, son. Wasn't it before you left mother first, you were the most quiet and obedient? What's wrong with you, son. What was? You even carved out a past that is not easily forgiven.

"Aunty? Why is aunt silent? Speak aunt. Andin please." (andin's love)

Helen rubbed her face. Strengthened himself, for Andin.

"Yes, honey. Your husband, Zidan Haq, is my first son."

Andin put on a face of disbelief. His sadness about the problem, managed to be forgotten in an instant. Right now, he seemed to want to know another truth. Which he did not know.

"What does aunt mean? And, how is that possible?"

Helen finally told me some core things briefly. About her being separated from Atta. Atta chose another woman. And regarding the custody of her two sons, Zidan and Ziban who fell into the hands of Atta, her ex-husband.

Andin listened carefully even though his mood was not good. There was a look of disappointment on his face. But Andin managed to get rid of her, after seeing Helen's teary eyes. It is not easy for a mother to be away from her two sons. That's the thought that comes to your mind.

Andin took the water near the table and gave it to Helen.

"Tante, drink."

Helen shook her head.

"You must have been very tormented all this time." (said Andin again)

"Don't baby, I'm fine,"

"And please, don't hate auntie."

Andin put back the drinking water on the table. She hugged Helen again.

"Of course not, aunt. On what basis, I hate you."

Helen returned Andin's embrace.

"You must not think of Zidan as my son. And remember one thing, whatever your decision may be, auntie hope you think about your happiness first."

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