Anxietas
Black good color

Not always hope will live sometimes before the realization of Hope has gone first.

It is not his fault, but time has chosen him.

It will not be in vain for a person's life even if he feels that he can not do anything.

Not that other human lives stop and time stops turning when one of them is gone.

***

The mother's grave. Leaving her memories during her illness only Miria who tried so that all was not difficult including her father or brother.

He even asked his brother to smile.

No one stopped. The night after the day of mourning cannot be like the usual day.

Sitting in the room still in black clothes and crying blamed herself.

His fear increased again.

He did not dare to wish anyone with him forever.

"Mad."ri." The soft voice of Shaka greeting his ears made him turn his head.

"I'm a bad boy, yes" he said.

"I have to what so this doesn't happen."

"I was looking for a kidney pendoro for Mama aja, I had a kidney check I'm good."

"I should take care of my mom at home just don't need to be in the hospital like something's wrong or mama don't-don't bosen and mama don't feel at home."

"Mama never complains that I always have to understand until mama likes what I try to understand without mama talking. Now why mama left, I can already understand what mama wants to heal, mama I will try to be healed."

"But, instead of healing like this, Mama goes far mama won't come home. Mama's place is the best place. But, mama's not coming home, mama can't come back to me anymore mama can't be the same me anymore, Shaka...."

Miria turns to embrace Shaka and with all her heart the hugs and cries of Miria Shaka accept and Shaka will embrace her until the sadness is gone to subside or move on to her.

"Mama already know this will happen mama also understand not all humans are perfect and the world is just a temporary place, God also has called Mama means the task of mama is finished."

A hiccup in Shaka's arms.

"But, tapikan mama not yet.see me the same you love her grandson or mama has not seen Ciko mature."

She cries again until Miria falls asleep in Shaka's arms.

The black shirt until it feels cold and damp.

Miria's tears were so much.

"Good sleep I asked Brother to change your clothes, baby." Peck Miria's forehead and lay her well on the mattress with a blanket.

***

Wake up with both eyes and clothes replaced well.

"Let's..." His shout made the newly entered Shaka look at Miria in confusion.

His hands crossed his chest.

"I-I can change clothes? Who're the? Ye? Then why are my eyes soaked? How long have I been crying semalem?"

Shaka opens the horden and gives a breakfast buffet.

"I make sandwiches, eat it drink the water angetnya milk chocolate, I know you still like milk chocolate. There is a ciki below. You do not need to work papa if you want to work also do not papa."

Then sat down in front of Miria carrying a table and placed her food on the table.

Miria eats on the bed.

It feels so weird.

Shaka is very attentive why Miria feels deg degan kept if Shaka is too good gini.

"Well, come face to face, now eat."

"The many in the end want to say I made it again," he said immediately kissed Miria's forehead and rubbed her hair.

Shaka got up to look for a comb on the dresser and went back to the bed.

Slowly Ria's hair on the soft side by Shaka and neatly tied neatly so as not to disturb him while eating.

From Zavina's door peeked at what Shaka did to Miria.

"My sister's grown up and a good husband." Zavina immediately turned away with excitement approaching the papa immediately.

Zavina peeked at Shaka earlier in her Papa's call.

"Father.. papah!" Heboh Vina approached her father who was busy with his favorite bonsai on the table that was being treated like tidying his own son's hair slowly and thoroughly.

"Hem.. What's up Vina.."

"Why would you take a little granddaughter like her?" The word Vina immediately made the Papa surprised and happy.

"Huh..did you say granddaughter? From Shaka, papa? Got another grandchild?" Vina nodded enthusiastically.

His father still does not believe.

"You seen him?"

"Every night Zavina changed clothes Miria continues this morning Miria in combin also at breakfast ready with Shaka." He said he looked at Papa who was staring at him confused.

This beautiful child once attended college with good grades and became a career woman but, the innocence about husband and wife is still bad.

Papa was so confused Zavina was able to father Juan in what way, the problem is very innocent and only beautiful and smart.

The world is cruel to innocent girls but, just clever lessons are not smart to survive in the cruel real world.

It looks like Juan's father is also the same as Zavina so it produces Juan who is super handsome and intelligent with a very perfect physique, white skin has dimples and includes a proposal for Juan from colleagues even though his grandson has just Smp.

"My dear Vina, my sweet daughter, listen to them it means they haven't made it yet, they're just doing things can't be the extraordinary things that produce things." He sat back and was busy with his body.

Vina frowned.

"Yes, yeah.." Papa shook his head with Vina's incredulous response.

***

"Do you want anything?" Shaka asked as he read the book by sitting on the chair beside the window.

Miria turned her head and turned around on her stomach.

He had revolved around the mattress and some sighed because they were tired just on the mattress and went down to the mattress just to go to the bathroom.

"Will you take me out? Ohhey!" Ask yourself answer it yourself.

Shaka stood shutting the book.

The sound of a closed book makes Miria stop her activity watching the drama on her phone and sit down and turn off her phone.

"Really?" With passion and fire.

Shaka nodded slowly

Miria immediately jumped off the bed charging her phone while leaving to prepare.

For an hour Miria came out with a long black lace down that was black as well. His arms were very long almost covering the back of his hands. The black triangle hijab is also.

The appearance that looked simple all-black was very suitable for Ria.

One word, Sweet.

"You're beautiful."

"I can wear this next.the color I like..." Shaka nodded while extending his hand.

"We're leaving now?"