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Kasih Semalam [Part 3]

"Umi, kenapa abang Haikal, kak Izzah dan abang Faris boleh pergi sekolah naik basikal sendiri tapi Muaz tak boleh?" tutur Muaz di pangkuan ibunya.
"Eh, Muaz kan adik. Mana boleh pergi sekolah sendiri," luah si ibu.
"Alaa.. kalau macam tu Muaz nak adiklah. Nanti Muaz jadi abang, bolehlah Muaz pergi sekolah sendiri macam abang dan kakak," Muaz mengangkat kepala, tersenyum.

Wajah si ayah dan si ibu berubah. Tapi si ibu kembali tersenyum.

"Em.. ada rezeki nanti insyaAllah ya? Muaz doalah kat Allah," tutur si ibu, mengusap kepala si anak. Si ayah hanya memandang.


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Si suami mendapati si isteri. Dipegang lembut bahunya.
"Sayang okay ke?" Segera si isteri menyeka air mata dan senyuman terukir. Si isteri mengangguk.
Tiada kata yang terluah. Si suami mengusap belakang si isteri. Si isteri hanya mampu tersenyum.

"Abang ingat lagi ke apa yang berlaku dulu?" soal si isteri.
Si suami tertunduk. Mencari jemari si isteri dan menggenggamnya erat.
"Kalaulah abang boleh buat sayang lupakan. Tapi, abang tak mampu. Allah didik kita cari kekuatan saat kita kehilangan Azam dulu. Abang hanya mampu bersyukur Allah pinjamkan kita Azam. Tapi untuk lupakan Azam, memang tak boleh,"

Si isteri hanya merenung luar jendela.
"Patutnya kita bagitahu Muaz dia pernah ada adik. Kenapa kita tak pernah ceritakan pada dia ya, bang?"
"Abang rasa, tak seorang pun anak kita tahu. Diorang kan kecil lagi masa tu?" nafas panjang dihela.

"Malam ni?" si isteri memandang wajah si suami. Penuh mengharap.
"Baik. Sayang kuat kan?" Senyuman dihadiahkan buat si isteri, air mata setitis tumpah jua.



to be continued.
..insyaAllah..


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