Asking You In Every Bow
48. Background of Imran

"Why, Ma?" ask Imran.

"Eat" said the mother, named Arsy. Arsy clasped his son's hand to take the child to the dining room. Imran could not resist because Imran loved his mother very much. Imran just smiled a little and started walking towards the family dining room.

Upon their arrival in the dining room, Imran and his mother, Arsy immediately sat on a chair in front of the dining table that was filled with favorite food Imran. Imran stared at all the food and then looked at the mother. Both corners of his lips raised high to review a wide smile, happy with the look on the face of the mother who also seemed happier than before, although indeed the mother always showed a big smile but in her heart was crying. For Imran, her mother is a jolly woman, no matter what anyone else out there says. Not just anyone else, but also his own father. Recalling the father, Imran suddenly felt a little annoyed and angry.

"Imran, my prince." call on Arsy to make Imran awake from his daydream. Arsy still showed a big smile that showed his teeth.

"Where do you think the food is?" ask Arsy with enthusiasm.

Imran raised both corners of his lips, "very much, and must be really good." Imran replied making Arsy look excited.

"This is all Mama made?" asked Imran who immediately got an enthusiastic nod from the mother. Imran only replied with a happy smile to see the mother can be happy.

Arsy took some red candle lights and then gave fire to the end of the candle thread. While Imran noticed the mother who looked very happy.

"What's this all about Ma?" ask Imran.

"Make Papa." answered Arsy enthusiastically, it makes the look of Imran's face change in a schajap. He didn't like to hear his father being called by his mother.

"Make Papa? Why did Papa get all this?" ask Imran not to like.

"Because tonight is the night that coincides with our seventeen-year wedding night" replied Arsy who still showed a radiant face, even looking more radiant.

His smile was overjoyed as he moved his head to the right and to the left, then danced with a rotating direction. Not necessarily direction, filled with sweet laughter of the mother. Imran could only look at his mother with concerned eyes.

Since long ago, his mother never got happiness in domestic ties, but she always smiled happily. Now his mother again intends to celebrate the wedding anniversary after several times his mother intends to celebrate the day in previous years, and the results are very painful.

"Ma, stop this, Ma. You no longer need to celebrate your wedding anniversary tonight. Dad doesn't love us." - said Imran, but Arsy doesn't care. Arsy kept dancing and spinning with his boisterous laughter.

"Let's Mama take Papa to dance. Papa holds Mama's hand, truss mama kayak gini," Arsy monologues himself while devoted dance. Dancing with her husband, but only herself. Arsy looks very happy.

Arsy turned and turned. Dancing there and here. And in the end the dance stopped when his eyes saw the figure of a middle-aged man who had been a few minutes standing there who also noticed the behavior of his wife.

Realizing the mother who stopped dancing, Inran also realized the presence of a man who was none other than his father. Arsy seemed happy to see the presence of the husband named Tiro. While Tiro threw away his gaze as if he did not want to see his wife.

Arsy approaches Tiro with a small run, saying, "happy wedding anniversary, my King. Your queen is throwing our party. Let's dance," Arsy clasped Tiro's hands together and pulled her slowly to dance with him.

But Tiro rejected it by letting go of that grasp. "I don't want to dance. I also don't want to celebrate our wedding anniversary." said Tiro staring dislike towards Arsy.

"Come, King. We're dancing" asked Arsy who still looked happy and radiant.

Plaque!

Imran who saw his mother slapped hard by his father, Imran immediately got up from the chair and ran to the mother. Arsy whimpered and cried softly with his palm holding the face that had just gotten a slap.

Imran immediately hugged the body of the mother who now looked down in fear. Imran's eyes looked at the father with anger.

"I told you I don't want to dance and I don't want to celebrate the party you're making. I don't want to celebrate our wedding anniversary!" tiro said angrily.

Imran smiled at his slanted smile. "I should've stopped Mama from making this party. A party made with love and hope there will be happiness in his marriage. But in fact, her own husband never treated his wife well, let alone reciprocate the love of his wife."

"Shouldn't have bothered to make a party for a man who doesn't know himself!"

"Papa's kayak doesn't pantes to get all this from Mama!" imran stared intently at his father with pent-up hatred.

Imran's words succeeded in making Tiro unable to hold back his anger any longer. Tiro almost slapped Imran in the face if he didn't remember anything. Tiro pulled his return violently. Trying to neutralize his emotions in order not to act rudely to his son.

Imran laughed lightly when he realized that the father did not finish his kite to slap his face. While Tiro deliberately facing his gaze in the other direction, because he was afraid of being ignited emotions if he still saw Imran who would continue to reply to his words.

"Pa? Why not slap? Continue dong." said Imran.

"Fear me why, continue Papa does not have a successor company?" ask Imran.

"Don't expect me to want to be Papa's successor" he said.

Sontak Tiro. "Oh, huh? How about if Papa stops paying for your school, and your idiot Mama will Papa go to a mental hospital?" ask Tiro

"Never call Mama an idiot! You don't have to go to the hospital!" rebut Imran, but instead Tiro waltzed away.

Imran snorted annoyedly at seeing the father who he thought was very rude. "Bad papa! I would never consider Papa to be my Papa!" imran said angrily staring at the departure of Tiro who did not respond to his words.

"My prince, don't say that. My king is your father" said Arsy, trying to comfort his son with a smile, though Imran saw that Arsy's face had been soaked in tears.

"Ma, if you cry again don't smile. I know Mama is crying, don't try to hide it from me" replies Imran who then hugged her mother's body tightly. Then slowly, Arsy's cries could not be contained. The crying became more and more unpleasant-sounding.