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Why Separate?

...I don't want to plant hate in my son's little brain. Let everything be locked in to the past....

...~Humaira Khema Shiree's...

...🌴🌴🌴...

"Om Syakir?" pekik Jay was surprised.

He took a small portrait of his mother's hand. His little hand rubbed repeatedly trying to clarify whether it was the right person he knew or not. 

"Yes, Son. Jay's biological father is Om Syakir" Humaira said carefully.

Jay, he researched the photo so thoroughly. The photo was taken during their visit. When the photo together with Mama Ayna, Papa Haidar and Sefira.

The presence of three people that Jay knows best, makes him believe that what his mother says is the truth. The figure that was often questioned to his mother, the figure that made his mother cry, was none other than the man he had met twice. 

"Where have you been Om Syakir, Mom? Why did he just come to see Jay?" jay asked with a curious face.

This is the hardest thing in Humaira's shadow. This is the hardest part if there are so many propagating questions from her son's intelligent thinking. 

He must be good at explaining. He had to be good at saying everything so that the hate was not embedded and spread in his son's heart. 

"Om Syakir is. He's in Malang City" Humaira said in response.

"But why Om Syakir never came. Why did Grandpa Haidar, Grandma Ayna and Ante Sefira never tell Jay?" jay asked.

"Because Om Syakir also has to work, son. Grandpa, Grandma same Ante hasn't told me, because Jay's a kid. Jay doesn't really understand" Humaira said cautiously.

"Are there any other photos, ma'am?" jay asked, his face filled with doubt.

The expression of the little boy. As if in Jay's mind there was still something he wanted to question. There were still obviously a lot of things that seemed to be neatly arranged in the minds of his first son.

"There was. A moment." Humaira immediately took another photo inside the black box.

He then handed it to his son. It was the last portrait he had. There are only two photos because you remember them. How it used to be when the photo was taken. Syakir must still be forced even to be met with threats. 

"Any more, Mom?" ask Jay who seems dissatisfied. 

"Nothing, dear," Humaira replied to her son. 

"Why do you only have pictures when you get married?" 

Humaira's heart seemed to be slipping. His body suddenly tensed up when he got the question. He did not think that his son could be that detailed. 

"I remember having Michele, my friend next door, she once showed me a picture of her mother while she was pregnant with her papa beside her. You don't have that photo?" jay asked with her face.

Humaira's hand involuntarily grabbed the black box. His tongue was too weak to answer. How does he have another portrait if the portrait he has first is the result of force.

"Nothing, dear," Humaira said quietly. "Dad Syakir is shy. He doesn't like to be photographed. Mom and Dad rarely have photos of moments like Michele's parents" Humaira said logically. 

"Oh." Jay nodded his head funny. 

It was as if what Huamira explained herself understood. 

"Why did Mom and Dad have to separate?" jay asked who she had wanted to ask. "Why does every Jay ask me about Dad, Mom always cries?" 

Ah, the hardest part, God.

Jay is still very small. He also did not want the relationship between father and son was cut off because of events in the past. According to him, enough of those memories drowned with memories now.

No one lifts it up again and sticks out on the surface. Let Jay know who his father is from Humaira's lips. No other explanation can make Jay unwilling to his biological father. 

"Because Mom and Dad used to be no match anymore, son," replied Humaira who had calculated this question a long time ago. "Mom and Dad have different perceptions. So another way we can both go on living apart." 

Jay frowned. It was as if he had yet to understand his mother's explanation which made his forehead wrinkle. Humaira could only smile.

He cupped both sides of his son's face by looking at him so quickly. The entire face line and its parts are very similar to Syakir. No one looks like him. All God explain and tell from here, that Jay is the real son of Guntur Syakir Alhusyn.

"Later Jay was an adult. Jay must understand. For now, Jay knows that Mom and Dad are not in line. We split up instead" said Humaira's final, which made Jay nod his head.

"Jay not angry?" ask Humaira slowly.

"Why should Jay be angry?"

"Because the new mother is now the same story, Jay," Humaira said fearfully. 

"No, Ma. Jay is not angry. Jay even wanted to thank me for not crying anymore about Dad," Jay said with what he saw.

Humaira nodded. He kissed his wife's forehead and hugged the tiny body. The body that he had been exposed to, he foster alone with his parents. 

The body that has been the support system, becomes an encouragement when the excitement and trauma appear. Only Jay is capable of being the cure for Humai and nothing else.

Both of them are very cruel. It wasn't an hour before Jay was born and when Humaira was a kid. Both have the same way of life. Strange but both are able to get through it. 

"Does that mean Jay has accepted the truth about Syakir's father?" humai asked with soaring expectations.

"Yes. Jay accepted, ma'am," he said with a serious face.

"What if Om Syakir comes here tomorrow?"

"Jay will hug Om Syakir. Jay Kangen with Dad. During this time Jay could not ask about Dad because he was afraid of Mom crying," he said, which made Humaira's tears involuntarily drip. 

God, that was as bad as I was. It was so painful that I myself let my son ask himself, Humaira's mind screamed. 

"Sorry Mom yeah. I promise now, there's nothing I'll cover up anymore. I will be honest and always answer questions, Jay," Humaira said, which made Jay nod

"Yes, Mom." 

Nothing else is covered by Humaira. Everything has been said. He also did not lie, farewell he and Syakir because of incompatibility between the two. And so, they chose to separate. 

"Om Syakir is here tomorrow, isn't he, Mom?" tanga Jay with a face full of enthusiasm.

"Not yet, dear. But if he's here." Humaira's pause keeps Jay waiting. "Don't call Om Syakir anymore."

"Definitely, Mom. Jay would call it Syakir's father or Jay's father" Jay said with a truly happy face.

~Connected

This chapter is dejavu. Someone's instincts are clear with his son in front of my own eyes.

Let the evil of his father be shut up and become a memory for him. Enough he's not his son, is he?