Getting Married Due to Misunderstanding
25. The Perfect Wound

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'God will never burden anyone but his ability.' Maybe the piece of verse can be reserved for Alesha as well as people out there who are getting a test from God. God does not test because God is punishing us. But Allah loves his servant so much that Allah sends down a test to see how he is able to face things with the obedience of a servant to his Lord. Because when we are exposed to any calamity or test, then that is where we are being tested for patience, sincerity and resignation after doing all the effort we can. 

Likewise with something experienced by Alesha at this time, the child did not believe at all what Papa and Mama said. Alesha thinks that Papa's words are just a joke.  Papa purposely gathered us in the living room. We all sat on the couch. And the last person to come was Hanzal. The man immediately kissed the back of Papa and Mama's hands in turn. Then he sat next to me.

"Papa Mama was just kidding, right? Alesha. Udah deh Ma, Pa, berjambanya do not like that, not funny know not." He said it was still calm. Because Alesha considered that if Mama and Papa's words were just jokes, she did not think anything.

"What the hell is Pa, Ma?" ask Brother Hanzal who does not know about this. Even if I had known everything from two days ago, I still preferred to be silent. Because I think if I told Alesha or Hanzal, I'm sure they wouldn't believe what I said. And I'm sure, if I say that they just think I'm jealous.

"Alesha's not our biological son." Obviously Papa is so short.

"How mean? Isn't Alesha the same as Alisha's twins? So you mean they're not my siblings?" asked Hanzal with a high tone.

"Please lower your voice in front of your parents. Alisha is your real sister. Alesha is swapped with another baby in the hospital. And we don't know who Alesha's birth parents are yet, because we haven't had time to look for them either." Obviously Papa.

"Can I knock gini anyway, Pa?"

"Stop blaming us, Hanzal. We also didn't know that Alesha wasn't our real son." Obviously Mama.

"Alesha, this time Mama Sama Papa did not lie or was asking jokes. What your Papa said is a fact." Obviously Mama is holding onto Alesha's shoulder. Alesha was sitting between Mama and Papa, she was sitting in the middle of them. Lucky for Alesha, she is not Mama's biological child and Papa can still be loved like that. While I was clearly her biological child was not ignored at all. I am also lazy to say something. I prefer to be quiet and listen to their conversation.

"What does that mean?" ask Alesha. "So Papa Mama's not kidding anymore? So now is Mama and Papa going to kick me out of here?" alesha asked so worriedly.

"No, baby. We're not that hard." Mama rubbed Alesha's head. I just leaned my head on Hanzal's shoulder. It's comfortable, but it smells like a hospital.

"Well, why not take a shower? The smell of the hospital stings." My protest. I immediately shifted my body to get away from Brother Hanzal. 

"Who told you to give up?" said. A few minutes later Alesha was crying hysterically in Papa's arms. Papa tried hard to calm Alesha down. In any case Alesha has become our mahram, because from the baby until the age of two she suckles on the breast. While I was their biological child, never given ASI by Mama. It's really a miracle, isn't it? Now it is not only Alesha who is my rival, but there will be one more person whose status is my twin. Sooner or later, he will come here. Who is he, where is he from, and what is his character?

Alesha immediately felt excessive panic. Hanzal's sister directly took a sedative for Alesha. Then give it to Alesha. Alesha immediately took the medicine. Alesha was when she was in a great panic she could instantly vomit. Maybe that's why Mama's so close to Alesha. 

Why the hell, Alesha is so special in the eyes of Mama, Papa and everyone? Why wouldn't I? Do I need to be Alesha, so that I can be loved by them? Do I need to change my face with plastic surgery? 

But plastic surgery for beauty is not it, haram?

"Alisha?" my mother called me. I'm like a fool for thinking too much about something?

"Huh? Yes, why?" many ensure.

"Why you?"

"Eh .. No, I'm not papa. Loh Papa, Alesha and Brother Hanzal where, Ma?" my many. 

"They went into each other's rooms." Obviously Mama. 

"Jude, if that's what I went into the room too." I said. Mama nodded. After that I went upstairs.

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I went into the room looking at a lot of things. I sat down on my couch in my room. Is it after my twin brother comes, that I will stay as usual? Who lived without the affection of my own parents. Even if Alesha is not my brother, I am very sure, the affection of Mama, Papa and Kak Hanzal on Alesha remains the same. Because they love Alesha so much. Somehow my tears came back down my cheeks. I immediately rubbed slowly. 

The door knocked from outside my room, "who?" I was kind of raising my voice.

"Mr Lia," she said from outside my room. I got out of bed and opened the door to my room. I am a person who takes great care of my own privacy. Until I don't like it if anyone goes into my room without my permission. 

"What's wrong, Mommy?" ask me after the door opens.

"Oh yeah, I forgot Ma'am. Thanks for being touched." I said. I am happy when I forget something and something reminds me. Because I feel cared for. Please be advised, Alisha is lacking Adnan's attention. 

"What's Lia carrying?" I asked when I realized that Mbak Lia was carrying a one-liter bottle. 

"Here, the date milk made by Mama." Evidently. I just nodded in understanding. I know clearly who that date milk is for? who else would it be if not the princess without the royal blood, Alesha. Because date milk is one of Alesha's favorite drinks. And from childhood Mama always made it for Alesha. While Mama never once made me date milk from her own hands. One moment I had when I asked Mama to make me too, because I was six years old. Mama even told Mbak Lia to make date milk for me. All the good-bad memories I've been through so vividly I remember without the slightest thing I've forgotten. 

Not remembering, but remembering. 

"Oh, dear sister Lia, there love Alesha." I said I was going to close the door. Ms. Lia held my room door shut so it wouldn't close. 

"This isn't for Alesha's mother, but Mama made this milk for Alisha's mother." It definitely makes me laugh. 

"What's so funny, Ma'am Alisha?" ask Lia confused. 

"It's a joke, Ma'am. Since when do you want to make me date milk? Isn't date milk just for her beloved princess?" I said I made Mbak Lia say Istighfar. 

"This is really from Mama for Madam Alisha, not for Ms. Alesha. So people don't believe it." Obviously Lia is clearer.

"What's the shock of Mama, until suddenly I have to make date milk?" ask again. 

"Most of them." Says Lia's even emotional. He made me take the bottle. And I refuse to accept it.

"Take it into the room and drink it! If you don't want to drink, you'll never make it again." He said he threatened.

"Where is the usual Alisha, who always appreciates the gift of people, whoever that person is. Where is Alisha who is always enthusiastic when others give something just want to make the giver happy?"

"This is what made it right out of your own mother's hands. If Ma'am Alisha does not like, do not appreciate people who have tried hard to give something. What Ms. Alisha does not understand, if people give and are rejected, it hurts a lot, Ma'am." It definitely made me have to accept it. 

"Don't Lia's mom make it?"

"Since when did Madam Alisha ask me to make date milk? Alisha didn't like date milk because it was her favorite drink" Alesha's mother." Said. Even though I don't like date milk but I've tried it a few times. I don't know all about Alesha, I don't like her very much. Including date milk, which used to be my favorite, after Alesha liked date milk, I immediately did not drink date milk anymore. The reason was just to avoid something related to Alesha. 

"Never really," I answered.

"Mama is again improving all her relationships with Ms. Alisha. Don't ruin his efforts. If that happens, then Madam Alisha will regret it." He said it was threatening. 

"Yes Ma'am," I answered only briefly. Because the more I answer, the more I will be threatened with many things. 

"However, not his mother, not his son, equally prestige. If so, baby, just talk directly. If you really love each other, direct attention, do not need to use the event represented. I even became a packer." Mother Lia said taking out all her thoughts while walking away from my room. 

If Mama had made this date milk when I was a kid when I wanted it, it would have been different. But unfortunately Mama gave a rejection of my request which made me sick of anything related to Alesha. Why did you fix everything now? Because just found out that Alesha is not a descendant of Mama and Papa. 

I went into the room and took ablution to perform the Isha prayer. 

Just a few minutes I had finished the Isha prayer, I took the Quran and read it tartil al-Baqarah verse 285 until the next verse. I managed to finish up to three pieces.  

لَا يُكَلِّفُ اللّٰهُ نَفْسًا اِلَّا وُسْعَهَا ۗ لَهَا مَا كَسَبَتْ وَعَلَيْهَا مَا

كْتَسَبَتْ ۗ رَبَّنَا لَا تُؤَاخِذْنَآ اِنْ نَّسِيْنَآ اَوْ اَخْطَأْنَا ۚ رَبَّنَا وَلَا تَحْمِلْ عَلَيْنَآ اِصْرًا كَمَا حَمَلْتَهٗ عَلَى الَّذِيْنَ مِنْ قَبْلِنَا ۚ رَبَّنَا وَلَا تُحَمِّلْنَا مَا لَا طَاقَةَ لَنَا بِهٖۚ وَاعْفُ عَنَّاۗ وَاغْفِرْ لَنَاۗ وَارْحَمْنَا ۗ اَنْتَ مَوْلٰىنَا فَانْصُرْنَا عَلَى الْقَوْمِ الْكٰفِرِيْنَ 

"God does not burden a person except according to his ability. He gets (merit) from (virtue) he does and he gets (torture) from (evil) he does. (They pray), “Yes our Lord, do not punish us if we forget or we make mistakes. Our Lord, do not burden us with a heavy burden as You have burdened those before us. Our Lord, do not give us what we cannot bear. Forgive us, forgive us, and have mercy on us. You are our protector, so help us to confront the infidels.” (Al-Baqarah:285)

After I finished reading the Quran and tidied up my face, I immediately placed the Quran on a rather high cupboard. My eyes focused on the bottle of date milk that Mother Lia brought me.

"Does this date milk taste the same as when I asked and got rejected?" ask me to myself. I unscrewed the bottle and I pulled the study chair, and then I sat down and drank the date milk by saying basmalah and ending with the sentence hamdalah.

"Enak, it feels right. But why is it getting spent feeling a bit bland? Is it because the moment that makes this date milk so bland does not feel as wise as the first sip?" 

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...To be continued...