Adult Zone
17. Two Fathers

...TWO FATHERS...

...Written by David Khanz...

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I don't know why lately Alisha, my daughter, has been acting so strangely. Almost every time I met him, the boy showed eyes like he was investigating. Added to that are some unusual questions as usual. Where's dad from?" the question was cold as soon as I arrived in the living room, passing through the door of his room. With hands carrying a work bag. Apparently the boy had been waiting for my return from the office for a long time.

"That's you, I just came home instead of shaking hands with Dad!" I said without answering the question. Alisha immediately grabbed my hand and kissed him reverently. Good boy, I thought.

"Dad hasn't answered Alisha's question!"

I smiled and immediately kissed her forehead with great affection. There was no rejection but still the cold did not give a response as usual. Hugged me warmly. It was his habit if this kiss had landed on his beautiful white face.

"Father from the office, baby. There was some extra work so Dad had to go overtime for a while," I finally answered still with a smile floating on the moustached lips. "Really overtime? There's nothing else that would require you to come home late, right?" alisha asked back with eyes like looking for honesty between these two eyes.

"Yes, overtime, my dear. This is why, anyway? Tumben's son Daddy's pretty wondering 'that's it?"

He did not answer, but then disappeared behind the door of his room that moved shut. I can only shake my head while scratching my head that is not itchy.

"Oh, I'm home apparently." The voice of my wife surprised me who was still standing in front of the door of Alisha's room. "I'm sorry, I was praying Isya."

"Alisha why, Mom?" ask my wife who is still wearing mukena.

"Don't know, Dad. From the time I got home from school this afternoon he often asked; when Dad came home from the office," replied the wife while taking my briefcase that was still hanging with fingers that began to feel tired. "Dad want to eat right away? Or take a shower first? I've prepared some warm water."

"Oh, yes .. Father had dinner with an office colleague! Sorry, I forgot to tell you, Mom?"

"Who's office buddy what's a guy, Dad?" alisha asked suddenly from behind the door of her room.

"Sir Mulyadi. You know her, don't you, pretty? He's meeting Dad's office-"

"The dining room in front of Dad's office, right? Not someplace else?" alisha asked back while opening up the textbook she was holding. Without looking at me at all.

"What is the matter with you, baby? If you don't believe you can call Mr. Mulyadi right now," I'm more surprised to see the attitude of my daughter.

Soon I'll have my cell phone in my pants pocket. Intended to call my office friend named Mulyadi earlier.

"Hhmm, this is his father's son again at what's the talk, anyway? I'm confused, deh." My wife interjected to notice our behavior. "That's it, don't. It will disturb others."

Alisha pouted and went back into her room. While I could only take a deep, long breath, turning towards my wife while raising my eyebrows high.

"You two aren't hiding anything from me, are you?" ask my wife with probing eyes, hoping for certainty.

"Hide what, Mom? Dad is confused by Alisha's recent series of questions! I wish I knew why our son behaved that way."

"Alisha hasn't told me anything yet. He only asked about his father a lot."

I returned the head that was not itchy. Then it immediately passed from the presence of the wife who was still watching with a slightly strange look. Yeah, weird. The attitude that my virgin daughter often showed as well. Ask the same questions, every time I'm late at work or come home late. Sometimes going home from college is not directly to the house, but faithfully waiting for my work hours to run out. Going out together and going home should be together

One thing that has not been obtained, Alisha has never answered my question about her attitude. Bizarrely.

Until one day, just before my working hours were up, Alisha came to the office with a young man her age. Maybe a college friend or maybe his girlfriend. My son is an adult apparently. The initiator himself introduces a male friend of his choice. A good boy.

"Well, meet Ferdy. Alisha's college friend, all at once-"

"Hello, young man," I said as I greeted the hand of the young man named Ferdy earlier.

"H-hello." The young man's voice trembled like it was stuck between his throat cavity.

Just as trembling with his hands shaking with me. Suddenly cold I felt in my grasp. His eyes had not flickered since he looked at him.

"I'm Alisha's father. You guys just got back to college and came straight here?" I asked for pleasantries while looking at the two kindly.

"Om's name .… " The young man asked again with a trembling voice. His hand was like he did not want to leave. Slowly I tried to stop him.

"Oh, my name is David Lesmana. You can see it on my name badge, right, Son Ferdy?" tanyaku amused while pointing uniform on the chest. Ferdy's face instantly turned cold. Seems disappointed after reading the signboard attached to my uniform. Slowly he let go of his hand. Only Alisha was busy watching us. Of course it is still with a probing and strange eye.

No one knows what is really inside my head. Looking at the lines on the skin of the young boy named Ferdy's face, I seemed to look back for a moment at the history of a few years ago. But I don't know what about? To be sure, maybe on one human figure. The question is who, where, when and so on.

Still can't recover, the rest of the recording still settles in the brain's memory. Maybe you should leave it first. Over time, let God Himself give the answer in His own way.

A short and stiff introduction between us. Kumaklumi, because this may be the first time the young man knows the father figure of his female friend, Alisha. I was offered dinner together while getting to know each other. Ferdy refuses. The youngster chose to leave immediately with a luxury sedan. While Alisha and I, back home with our old scooter. Down the highway is solid welcome night.

The days have passed. Alisha's attitude has not changed. Still strange and mysterious. I responded wisely. There was no intention of forcing him to come clean. Perhaps, it was as one form of expression that wanted to show that he was very dear to me. I remember the character of that boy. If it is time to talk, will find the right moment without having to demand more.

We were very close. There are hardly any secrets between the two. In fact, sometimes his own mother had to endure jealousy, paying attention to our closeness as a child and a parent.

Once during the day, when I was gathering with my colleagues in the office cafeteria, Alisha came in a hurry while hugging her diary book. The boy's eyes looked sharply. Like crying but being held back. But the teardrops that bathed the pelupuk, could not hide that the girl was indeed wanting to cry.

After asking permission for a moment for office colleagues, I took Alisha to sit together at the end of the cafeteria room, which was quiet and away from a group of people eating lunch.

"Dad read my diary, huh?" The first question that came out of her tiny lips, as soon as her cry exploded on the back of my chest.

Oh, aye. Yesterday morning we did not go together as usual. Alisha left early in the morning because there were tasks to be done on campus. Maybe in a hurry, to forget his diary book. Just lying on the dining table. I took it and put it back in Alisha's room.

"My dear son came to see Dad just to ask about it? Why not just go by phone, honey?" I'm a little flirting. "Father answer .. no."

"Father is lying" said Alisha. "Since when did you lie to your own daughter?" Alisha raised her face, looking at me intently.

"The eyes of Father speak."

I smile. Kinda bland.

"Dad said it right, honey. Believe it."

I don't know why that last sentence was so heavy for me to say. There is a feeling of guilt that grips the recesses. But I tried to stay calm and hoped the boy would soon get his cheer back then and there. At least until he passes from before me, back to his campus.

I could only curse myself between the breaths of nausea mixed with the scent of lies. Lie stains. Never expected there and present in every sentence of love to Alisha's child, as well as wife of course. I felt heavy because I had to. I don't know, can only hold back until the eve of a dark night.

To be honest, this morning I did have time to read the contents of Alisha's diary. It is so mysterious, especially in certain parts. "Today I saw a face that seemed familiar to me. Just a face. It was only through a dull photo that had been eaten by time. It was accidentally thrown from the slit of Ferdy's wallet, the man who had introduced me to the maya of romance. A photo of a man who looks young, full of love. Not a lot of expression but ambition.

The picture reminds me of the figure I've always known and was very close to me. My own father. I don't know why the person in the picture looks so much like my father? When I asked him who he was, Ferdy simply replied that it was a picture of his late father who had been away for a long time. I don't know where to go? Ferdy doesn't tell much."

"You mean, you know, you're dead?" tanya Alisha is really curious about the photo that has now been tucked back in Ferdy's wallet.

"Gue don't know, Lish. Let me just say, I've been gone a long time. Yeah ... long time my age ama elo, bye. Twenty-one years ago. I was just given a picture of him. Say nyokap, anyway, this is the last memento photo of my bokap. Don't be lost. That's why I keep it in my wallet. Why, anyway?" Ferdy asked back.

Alisha did not answer. His forehead wrinkled the sign of middle thought.

"Whose name is bokap elo?"

"Kepo very, anyway, so people. What's in it for you, Lish?"

"Eh, we're dating, Ferdy. Who knows if we're dating, then getting married, having kids. Lah, if our son just what's the name of the crank of the bokapnya, how?"

"Eh, yeah, yeah?" Ferdy chuckling. "okay, deh. Go to college we get married, yeah, love."

"Well!"

"Yes .. That's what I mean. Hiccups!"

"Whose name, Ferdy?"

"Ups, forgot. If not wrong, his name is Jhony Andrean."

"What do you think Elo has that beauty salon?"

"Buskey, bye! Not Jhony light up, darling," said Ferdy as he moved his hands with a gully and a monty lip. "It's my own bokap Jhony."

"Cirtain .… " Alisha laughs giggling. "Bokap elo doesn't have a twin, does he?"

"Shortly. I said, anyway, I'm an only child. But if there is a perfect clone of my bokap, anyway, maybe there could be something similar, dah," replied Ferdy laughing loudly, so that the entire campus cafeteria room simultaneously turned towards the two of them.

Alisha did not laugh. He just thought more and more, "Kok, his face looks a lot like my face, huh? Feelings, ever seen the same photo like Ferdy's got it. But where, huh?"

"Since then, I began to guess. All sorts of questions suddenly popped up in every space of my brain. Could it be my father? But his father's name is different from my father's! It could be, right, that someone has a double name! Double ID! Double identity! Yeah, God! Or maybe my dad has a twin brother? But as far as I know, I've known all my father's family. No one is missed."

"Will it be possible .. My father and Father Ferdy ... are both ... Our father? Dad cheated? You have another wife? You ever raped someone, maybe? Ah, too evil that thought! My father was a good man and couldn't have done that barbaric deed? But where did Ferdy get that photo, huh? Yes, Lord .. Don't let this mystery haunt me for too long, Lord! I have to investigate it myself … "

"Say, today's my anter to my bokap office, huh? I want to know Elo as well as me. How's it?" take Alisha one day.

"Fines. No problems. I got you," replied Ferdy casually.

"And that day, I really introduced Ferdy to Dad. One unusual sight I saw, Ferdy was like a shock after seeing and knowing the figure of my father. Maybe he thought my father was the figure of the father who had been in the photo that he always carried in his wallet! Since then Ferdy has always asked me to go back to see Dad. But I can't do it for a while until I know and find the key to this mystery story. I know Dad was honest. He never lied to me and Mom. I saw Dad had absolutely no idea about the figure behind Ferdy, my boyfriend!"

Arriving there, I took the time to read the contents of Alisha's diary this morning.

Looks like tonight too, I need to talk to him. Waiting for the right moment, of course. And it happened, when the wife was already behind the blanket of her beautiful dreams. Stiffness with hunting breath. While the white body leaves only a few grains of sweat that is soft and warm. The rest of the great struggle on our bed was full of pleasure.

Apparently Alisha is not asleep. A moment after I knocked on the door of her room, a beautiful face appeared to open the door. In his hand was clutched a diary book, filled with scratches of his life stories.

"Dad can't sleep and want to apologize to you, baby."

Alisha looked at me with eyes that looked puffy, like she had just cried. He did not answer with his lips, but then replied with a warm hug.

Ah, how come. I have wounded his loving heart. I knew that behind the tight hug, he was eager to show his disappointment. But at the same time forgive me sincerely.

"So morning I did read the contents of your diary, dear. But only partly. Not everything. That hasn't been able to explain my curiosity about your attitude lately. I deliberately did not continue reading, because I just want to know, directly from my own daughter who is beautiful and kind. Really, I've been so tormented by this feeling since noon, honey. I lied to you." I did not feel my eyelids began to warm up, flooded with water that could not be dammed again from earlier. "Dad's sorry, yeah, honey. That's the first and last lie I've ever done in my entire life with you."

"Alisha knows that already. I am not talented to be a liar. Dad's too good. Father's eyes are speaking and Alisha's heart is believing. Father is a lousy liar" replied Alisha with a smile. I pinched the boy's cheek lovingly.

"Dad hurt your heart, huh?"

"Just for a moment, Dad. But the wound has now healed instantly, ever since I knocked on Alisha's bedroom door. Because Alisha is sure, I will not last long harboring that guilt. Alisha wrote this diary. Even up to the stage we talk like we do now?"

"You're Dad's son or a psychic, anyway?"

Alisha chuckled for a moment breaking the silence of the night.

"If you want to know what Alisha has been thinking all along, read this diary. Alisha wrote it here."

"What is that, Dad?"

"Love and love you, dear."

Alisha hugged tightly. My hands are kissed repeatedly lovingly.

" … and also your mother certainly."

Alisha laughed a little.

"Hhmmm, I don't see any more dating these nights, do I?" One voice that we were very familiar with appeared from behind all of a sudden. At once we turned. Seeing the figure of the wife standing while pouting held back jealousy. We laughed and invited him to join us.

"Hmm, the old one's coming. I think you should cheat, share your heart with these two beautiful women, huh?" my mouth joked, greeted by small pinches on both cheeks of the two women.

Instantly the silence of the night at home, filled with laughter joked the three of us. I don't know until what time? That must have been so realized from the sleep of the three of us in the middle room, when the adzan shubuh reverberated. My wife and I took a shower. While Alisha immediately went to fetch water wudu.

The next morning I didn't go to work. It's a holiday. It was time to gather with two beautiful women, who always gave me a boost every time tired of coming to whack the body, which began to age. No plans anywhere. Just want to breathe fresh air that is free from all the hustle and bustle of office activities and hot urban nuances. Shielded together under the roof of our rented house that has been lived for almost the age of my daughter now. Nothing fancy. But everything was enjoyed with gratitude. Because there is always an aura of harmony emanating from every soul that inhabits it and ready to divide it for every porous heart niche consumed by lust. The shoulders look for new spirit seeds to continue the remaining despair.

Unexpectedly, my eyes were closed during the day, when the roar of a vehicle entered and parked in the yard of our rented house. I rushed to hunt out, find out who was visiting.

A fancy black sedan I've seen a while back. Out of it came a young boy, smiling as he saw me standing in the doorway. Ferdy, who else? And there's Alisha out there apparently, welcoming with a sumringah face.

"Good day, Om," said Ferdy kindly approaching while hunting down my kisses respectfully.

"Good day, Son Ferdy. Alone then?" I asked for pleasantries when he was the only one who emerged from his vehicle.

"Yes alone, Pah," replied Ferdy involuntarily who was immediately poked by his waist by Alisha who happened to be standing next to the youngster. "Eh .. Yes, Om. Uh, anu .. yes, so!"

"Yes, already. I just go inside, okay? You two just stay here. Don't go anywhere" I said.

"Oomm," Ferdy held back the pace. His hand gripped my wrist. The young man's eyes looked at him softly, like there was something he was holding back and wanted to pour out right then and there.

"What's wrong? Wanna drink?"

"I want to talk to Papah."

I looked at the young man's face in wonder. No less remarkable with Alisha who had continuously poked Ferdy's stomach.

"Isn't he?" I repeated the last sentence that Ferdy said earlier.

The young man did not answer immediately, but suddenly he took out a dull photo from inside his wallet. Slowly I grabbed it from the handle of his fingers.

Pay close attention to every detail of the face in the photo. My forehead was wrinkled, trying to think and remember, could it be that the photo had something to do with me. Especially the past.

"Where did you get this photo?" I asked so to recognize the figure in the photo.

"Misty. From Mamahku, Pah," replied Ferdy slowly accompanied by a small sobbing.

"Mammy? What's your Mamah's name, Son Ferdy?"

Somehow the young man was silent because he could not stand the tightness that was behind his chest.

"Selvi .. Selvi Herawati."

I took a deep breath just looking for fresh air, so as not to take too sip when recognizing the name called Ferdy earlier. My wife happened to appear from behind the door, looking at me violently and feeling an incredible shock. He slowly approached and hugged me from behind.

Alisha can only be dumbfounded and silent a thousand languages. I really don't understand what's going on. Especially when I see the look on my face with his mother Ferdy's name. It seems familiar to the ears.

"Who is Selvi Herawati for Dad? Mammy? I feel like there's an unsolved mystery about our family's past, Dad." Alisha started to sound panicked.

"Go inside and sit down first. I'll get you some water for a minute. Please don't have a word come out before I go back to this room." My wife rushed into the house to bring me some fresh white glass water. He understood very well that it seemed like there would soon be a long and long conversation in the room.

Twenty-one years ago, my wife, Alisha, who was a red baby, started a challenging new life. Leaving behind all the riches we had felt together.

"Why are you coming home now? Don't you have to carry out Dad's duties as my new husband to my madam?" The first question from the lips of the wife when I entered the house with a weak condition and bowed.

I didn't answer right away. Only one that wants to be done immediately, namely hugging the wife tightly and refusing to let go even for a moment.

This crying started coming out.

The cry of a wounded man determined for something very important in our lifetime.

"I've divorced her tonight too, dear," I replied a moment later.

Wife let go of her embrace. His eyes looked at me, as if in disbelief.

"Why, Dad?"

"The woman only wants my body to cover up the disgrace that is already in her stomach" I replied slowly with a choked voice. It hurts so bad.

"Dad I mean ... Is Miss Selvi pregnant?"

I'm nodding.

"Is that your child?"

I shook my head.

"Then?"

I looked at the wife who was still struck by an incredible shock.

"Sir Jhony. Jhony Andrean did it."

"Daddy's own mind?"

"Yes, the man had escaped leaving behind the disgrace that was in Bu Selvi's stomach. And .. the man is dead. A plane crash while going abroad."

"Then why did Dad have to marry her, if Dad never did anything to Miss Selvi, Dad?"

I took a breath for a moment. "Bu Selvi is the owner of the company where Dad works. While Mr. Jhony Andrean is a partner of Bu Selvi who owns almost half of the shares in the company. They've been doing this crazy thing for a long time. Then when the old man died, Ms. Selvi chose me to marry him. Because he knew that you used to put your heart on him."

At that time I was doing my job. Overtime alone in the work room. Who knows, there's only Mang Diman there. Still faithful waiting in the pantry room. Before the old man came home, I asked him to make some coffee. Not how long he came to bring the order, as well as say goodbye home.

Moments after drinking the coffee Mang Diman served, my head felt like it was dizzy. It was heavy felt. Had thought, could the case of cyanide coffee would reoccur and happen to me? For sure in the moments when the view begins to blur, this biological desire suddenly rages on and consciousness slowly disappears. There is a body figure that perfumes a thick aroma of flirting approaching. His lips that hue red lip blazing with sprightly and greedy kiss every inch of my body, which only a few months was dedicated to the wife. I felt like I was being pushed under my subconscious. Replying to every treatment that continues to rain. Until the end, I don't know what's next. Only patches mixed with sweat all over the body are felt.

I woke up the next morning. Find yourself in this undressed state. Clothes are not necessarily places. While around lay some clear bottles, leaving a little content and spread the pungent aroma of alcohol. Even more surprising, beside me lay a woman in the same body condition. Groaning pain. A very familiar figure, Ms. Selvi.

Yeah, God. What the hell's been going on? Among the rest of the dizziness that still exists, I try to remember the last thing that was recorded in the memory of the brain. With a little limping, trying to stand with a limp body. At that moment there was the sound of the moans of Bu Selvi. The woman cried bitterly.

"You did it, David! You have heart!" bu Selvi screamed while pointing at me. "You have to take responsibility!"

I panicked and as much as possible with the condition of the head that was still dizzy, approached Ms. Selvi. The crying of the woman is becoming more and more. Hysterical banging my body. Even some hard slaps landed heavily on this face. So hurt. At the same time make me a little aware of the existing conditions.

At that moment, suddenly the door of the room was broken down by force. Several security officers and several officers rushed in. They're shocked.

Still with various unanswered questions, I was dragged roughly out of the room. While some female employees rushed to Bu Selvi. Covering the woman's entire body in makeshift clothes.

"Please get me my phone. I have to call my wife!" I said to one of the security officers .

One of them picked it up and handed it to me. There are many message notifications listed on the screen. One of them, a lot of miscall notice from the wife. Plus some messages through the instant conversation app. I'm sure the wife's been trying to contact me all night.

"Darling, Dad's still late at the office. Sorry, I didn't have time to pick up last night, because my phone missed at the office. While Dad was somewhere else. Once this is done, I'll call you as soon as I can, yeah." You have to lie to cover up what is happening right now. Very sick to lie to his own wife who is two months pregnant. This is for the sake of keeping his feelings and the child in the womb. Pain indeed. Not as much as the wound on my lips that continue to pour fresh blood, due to the impact of the fist of some security people who dragged me earlier.

Finally I was reunited with Bu Selvi who already looked fresh and calm. Very quickly healed to the size of a woman who claimed to have been treated indecently. Hmmm.

In the room, accompanied by several interested parties, I was given an offer. Take responsibility for my actions by marrying Bu Selvi or going to jail with a fine that is not small. The fine is equivalent to all the wealth that has been collected in preparation for marrying a woman, who has now become my wife. It's an unfair option for a deed that, it feels, has never been done. But I can't avoid it because all the evidence points to me. There is no way to defend yourself, except to surrender.

"Trust me, Honey. Dad never did anything so cruel to Ms. Selvi. I swear," I said in front of my wife who would not stop crying when she heard the incident.

So dilemmatic. That woman loves me so much. He was not so trusting, and not willing to lose the figure of a husband, curled up behind the iron bars of the police station. Until then he decided and asked me to accept the offer of peace from Ms. Selvi. Immediately marry.

In the time of pain due to wounds in the heart, he still had time to pay attention and give the rest of his affection for me.

We finally got married. I'm with Ms. Selvi. Held with a lavish reception in a star-rated hotel. Attended by invited guests from various circles, classy people. No one I know. Only one, still faithful wife stood among the invited guests. Staring poignantly. Even when the party was over, he still had time to approach and smile at his honey.

"Don't think about me, Dad. Do your job well. Give your best to your new wife. I'll be fine. If it's time to share some time with me, I already know, right, where to go home? I will always be waiting for you with all these hugs of love that are still left," after saying, the wife stepped away leaving us who were still standing in front of the door of the hotel room that had been decorated beautifully and luxuriously.

The more painful it feels when he sees his figure walking while sobbing. Rip up the contents. While I have to get ready to mix love with another woman.

I'm like a robot who's willing to be treated by any owner. With no power to resist, except silence and resignation. The first night that is supposed to be a romantic walk filled with love, must end with endless insults. Ms. Selvi was disappointed and angry with my cold demeanor. On the verge of the peak of anger, he had unknowingly admitted that all of it was a plan and a mere fabrication.

I never fucked her once. All was done unknowingly under the influence of the stimulant drug that he had deliberately sprinkled into the glass of coffee made by Mang Diman at that time. The old man never knew what had happened. As far as I know, Mang Diman has resigned from the office, knowing that there is a big event happening to me.

What surprised me the most was amazing, it turns out that Bu Selvi is now two-bodied. Of course it was the result of an illicit relationship with his business partner named Jhony Andrean. Unfortunately, that man is dead. Giving a legacy of two-month-old disgrace in the womb of Bu Selvi. To cover up the disgrace and get clarity status for his future son, Bu Selvi deliberately set me up and chose me to be his son's biological father.

Bu Selvi's explanation instead of making me worse off with the fate that exists, it is like giving new energy to fight this evil. Great fights happen. At the height of my anger, I divorced that cheap woman. As well as being a night with all the consequences that must be accepted. Unconcerned. I just want to go home to my wife. A fool with all the wealth, work, or office that is no longer owned, even a little. I just wanted to make up for the pain my wife felt for something I never did.

Alisha ran over crying and hugged us tightly. The sobbing weep, growing more and more affection for each of us.

"It was in this room that all our affection was present that day. Give birth to new seeds of longing between us, because I have to go along with some police who have handcuffed me. Pull and drag into the bars. Spent a few years there without being able to see the first child, Alisha, born safe and beautiful."

Ferdy was silent. This young man was unable to say anything more. Except that he could only look at the dull photo that was still tightly grasped in his palm.

"That's my old picture. Where did your mom get it? Probably from the office documentation! It could be."

With a choking sound the youngster slowly raised his face, looking at me. Her eyes were reddened full of tears.

"I'm sorry for all the mistakes my mother made, Om. He may be a bad figure in your eyes, but all this time he has always given me sincere affection. She is still a good mother to me until now," said Ferdy bowed sorely.

"Now where is your mother?" I asked after our crying stopped. Long Ferdy didn't answer. An empty view like no passion. "Mama has brain cancer, Om. It's been almost a year in the hospital."

The three of us were surprised. One with the other looking at each other.

"Well until when is the rest of the life God gave to Mama. To be sure, he just gave me this photo. With sign language, he pointed at this photo, then. Looks like Mama loves you so much, Pah .. uh, Om. Before she was given to me, Mama used to sleep while hugging this photo."

I don't know if we don't understand what that means. Except to meet directly with Ms. Selvi there.