WOUNDS IN HAPPINESS
Gibran is Not a Haram Child

Ayuna stayed up late to make a cake dish and birthday cake, for the granddaughter of mother sinta.

Ma'am has to go home, so Ayuna does all her work alone.

" It's finally over.."

Ayuna looked at the clock.

" Gosh, it's 02:00. Like tomorrow must be a holiday selling cakes first."

Seeing a sleeping gibran, tired of helping ayuna in the kitchen. Makes ayuna tiredness disappear. He approached his beloved son.

CUPS

Ayuna kissed her little prince's forehead.

" Mom.." Gibran awakens.

" Hey, mom woke you up.." Ask ayuna.

" No, you're done."

" Of course, let's sleep in the room."

Ayuna carried the half-conscious gibran, towards the room.

The next day. Early in the morning, Sinta and her husband came to pick up the cake at ayuna's house.

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" Sailor.."

" Sailor.."

Chequek..

" Eh gibran. Where's your mom?" asked mom.

" Mom is in the shower."

" Yes, grandma's here to get some cake."

" Just go in, Grandma." Gibran.

Sinta and her husband went straight in, and took some kind of cake that had been made ayuna.

" So, I'll just pick up the tart. Let me take this." Say sinta bu while carrying 3 large boxes containing various kinds of bread and pastries.

" Yes already."

Mom immediately put the box in the car. And at that time, mama Sinta was looking at desi

" Gosh, I forgot to tell missi, if her son should come by noon."

Sinta ma'am came to desi ma'am immediately.

Simultaneously, ayuna drove pak ali, the husband of the mother to leave the house.

" Buk, look at me."

" What's up?"

" That's mr. ali.."

" Yes, look look, morning out of the house ayuna."

" Duh, don't don't. They're gathering kebo again."

" This can't be allowed. We have to report RT sir. We don't want to have a prostitute in our village."

" Let's report to RT."

Meanwhile.

" Ohya, this as a thank you."

Mr. Ali gave a brown envelope to the ayuna.

" What is this sir?"

" Just accept it. It's from me and mom."

" But sir.."

" I'm saying yes.." Said mr. ali.

Then mom came.

" Well, where's mom from?. I thought you were in the car."

" The mother was from the house of the mother desi, the mother forgot, the son of the mother desi I have not told."

" Yes, let's go home. Lukman is coming home soon."

" It was given to ayuna." Ask sinta.

" It's mom."

" Yes already. Let's go home"

" Sinta ma'am, wait." Prevent ayuna.

" What's up?"

" This is buk. I don't have to bother giving this away. I'm willing to help my mother."

Ayuna returned the envelope Mr. ali gave to Ms. Sinta.

" Lo, I have also sincerely given this to you. Accept yeah.."

She returned the envelope to Ayuna.

" But mom.."

" Yes already, if you don't want to, give it to gibran. Just make him, so he can buy pizza and go to the mall."

Bu Sinta smiled as she looked at the gibran who was about to come out to meet her.

" Where do you know?" Ask ayuna.

" Sovernight she told mom, she said if you had enough, you'd take her to the mall. Really right?. Yes it was made to the mall alone." said mom Sinta.

" But mom.."

After the departure of bu Sinta and pak ali.

Some residents along with Mr. RT, came in droves to the ayuna house.

" That's her j*lang lady sir."

" He's been teasing ali sir."

" Yes he is a prostitute."

" Just get out of our village, sir."

" Gibran has no father. La wong's mother's a prostitute."

" My son is not a bastard. My Gibran is not a bastard." Shouted ayuna.

Gibran was frightened, and hugged Ayuna.

" Stop stop stop stop. Mom mommy's calm. Calm. We can talk good." Speak mr RT.

Mr. RT, then explained to Ayuna, the purpose of their arrival. Suddenly, Ayuna immediately cried hearing how she was slandered.

" Truly RT sir, I only make cakes on the orders of mrs. He was also last night in my house." Ayuna.

"That's the reason."

" Yes, that's the reason. Let's not get kicked out."

" Yes right."

" It's already been. Let's go to Mr. Ali's house. To make everything clear.*

" Come on.."

They also immediately walked to the house of Mr. Ali.

" Mr. ali. mr. ali.."

" sinta ma'am.."

Shouts of mothers..

" Lo lo lo, what is this RT sir, why come flocked to my house. And why is ayuna in drag so." Ketus bu sinta's.

" Mom, I know. Ayuna is playing with mom's husband."

" Yes, last night we saw my mother's husband come out of the ayuna house"

" This morning we also saw ayuna out to drive Mr. ali, with wet hair. They must be playing ass."

" It's true"

" I swear by anything, I didn't do it." Ayuna.

" Had. Where there is prostitution ngaku pendervr."

" Is this because of last night?" Ask sinta.

" It's true."

" just a second.."

Bu Sinta went inside and came out again with ali sir.

" Sir, explain to them. Why did we go to Ayuna's house last night, and this morning." Hardcore bu sinta.

Pak ali then told in detail every thing he and ma sinta did.

" Tuh, listen to mom. Bring it up not the origin and origin of the drag before you know the truth." Ketus bu sinta's.

The residents, specifically his mother, who had earlier eagerly shouted at ayuna brothelvr, and accused gibran of illegitimate children. There are a thousand languages. After Mr. Ali himself told the real incident.

" Next time, you guys find the information right. Don't play like this. Let's go now we're breaking up." Speak mr RT.

" Beware if you accuse ayuna that is no longer" Threatened mom.

" I'm sorry we're so sorry."

" Don't apologize to me. Apologize to Ayuna, and also to gibran. Which you have accused of being prostitutes and illegitimate children." Ketus bu sinta's.

The mother then apologized while shaking Ayuna's hand.

After all this disbanded.

" I'm sorry to everyone here, Ayuna. They are crazy people." Said sinta ma'am.

" Yes mom, it's okay."

" Yes, let's go you and gibran inside. Help prepare the treat." Take mom sinta.

" But ma'am, me and Gibran haven't changed."

" Wear mom's clothes, like her mom still keeps a few clothes when girls used to." Kekeh bu sinta's.

" But Grandma, what kind of gibran is wearing?" Celeste gibran.

" You just wear a cross shirt. It must fit." Said mr. ali.

" Ah, yes it is. Gilang will also not mind borrowing his clothes for you. Yes, yes ayuna. Than you have to go back and forth "Timpal bu sinta.

" Hmm, okay mom. Again sorry if I'm troublesome." Ayuna.

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