BABY SECRET
Chapter 4: Becoming a Star

“And let's welcome our first champion. El Nino Rayyanza! Applause to Ananda ladies and gentlemen!” pekik a host at a one-county violinist competition, elementary school level.

There was applause all over the room. With the school committee, the elementary school boy who had just occupied the 1st grade walked up to the podium.

A remarkable achievement, not in vain hobby that he occupied since the age of 4 years, is now fruitful.

“Congratulations, Darling. It's cup. The prize was presented by Bu Guru, yes,” said the host handed him a trophy with a violin. While symbolic cash worth 10 million rupiah, brought by a companion teacher.

“Thank you,” said Nino bowed politely.

After that, Nino stood up straight again. Staring at the hundreds of people who were drawing attention to him.

His pair of beads glazed over when he collided with his mother's sad eyes, who was sitting in the front seat. A wide smile accompanied by a sense of pride was clearly imprinted on Sofia's lips.

“Alhamdulillah, this cup I present to mama. Thank you, Ma.” Not much the boy said. Throat's choked. Didn't expect to be the best among dozens of other participants.

Half-run Nino down the stairs, approached Sofia who stood up to greet her. A warm hug soon he got. The atmosphere of the haru enveloped the magnificent stage.

“Congratulations yes, Darling. The more the spirit of learning, do not be arrogant,” muttered Sofia kissed her son's forehead lovingly.

Rayyanza El Nino, the name given to his only son. Since leaving her husband's house, Sofia has blocked all Reza-related numbers. It really wants to open up a new leaf with no shadow of the dark past.

“All also thanks to Mama's support,” Nino said.

He has loved violin since he was 4 years old. Starting from a carnival event, Nino did not want to leave the violinists. His eyes sparkled looking enthusiastic full of admiration. One of the players also taught him, because it happened that the tool he was carrying was small. Nino looked very excited and happy.

From then on, Sofia bought him a violin and put him in the music class. Until now Nino managed to become the youngest viollin great in the city of Bandung.

“Today want to eat anything, where to go Mama temenin!” take Sofia with you when the show is over.

“Mama doesn't work?” tanya Nino stepped in unison with her mother.

“Enjoy, Darling. Today all time Mom for you!” sofia kissed Nino on the cheek and went out to her car.

“Assyc! Thanks, Ma!”

Sofia serves as a manager at Widya Cosmetics. Skin care companies are quite famous throughout the country. It all started when he knew his condition was pregnant, using social media that he had turned off entirely when married.

From social media, Sofia joined as a reseller Widya Cosmetic. Skin care products were quite booming at that time. He was looking for a small-capital business opportunity, but made a big profit.

Thanks to Sofia's tenacity, tenacity and unyielding craft, every year Sofia's sales can always surpass the cosmetics company's target. He always gets a reward every year. As a bachelor of business management with cumlaude graduates, it was not a difficult thing for Sofia.

In the third year, since Sofia joined Widya Beauty, she met with Widya—sang the owner of the company. Unexpectedly, it turns out that Widya is Sofia's college friend. Since then, Sofia is believed to handle marketing at the central company, which is in Bandung.

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Two days later....

“Sofia, next week there is a seminar invitation in the Golden Hotel ballroom. The company was appointed as a guest star. Know for yourself ‘kan our sales towering over the last few years,” said Widya came to Sofia's room.

“Do I need to come, Wid? I think you're enough. I'm not ordinary in front of the screen,” Sofia replied chuckling.

“That is exactly what, I came here because I want to ask you who is present. As per her theme, inspirational woman. Well, it fits you. The story of your career journey, up to this point,” said Widya turning her seat opposite Sofia. “Udah, don't think much. I sent an invitation via email. And your name has been setorin same organizer.”

After saying that, Widya got up from sitting down. Unwilling to hear Sofia's reply, Widya walked out of the room.

Sofia was stunned, she scratched the head covered in hijab. Just imagining in front of a lot of people, he already felt nervous.

“Aduh, how about?” mumbled riled.

Suddenly rounding the beautiful bead when the place in question is in Jakarta. Sofia's chest throbbed in pain given the scarred city in her past. It's been 8 years, but the tightness is still attacking violently when the glint of his dark past re-opens.

Sofia takes care of her desk when the clock shows at 4 p.m. I rushed home before it got dark. Sofia drives a car alone. The car has been working so hard all this time. In addition, he can also buy a minimalist home even though it is not too luxurious. But it's convenient for him to stay with Nino.

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“Ma! There is an invitation from the school.” Nino immediately welcomed Sofia's return. Kissing her hand and giving her a white envelope.

Sofia opened it as she walked in. Quite surprised because of the invitation at the same event as him. Nino as an entertainment show filler, introducing child and talented viollin.

“Mama can also, Darling. Then we can go together!” sofia said after being silent for a while.

“Assyc! Later can walk ‘kan, Ma!”

“Can dong! Diligent training yes. Who knows if you will become famous!”

“Dong sure, Ma. I want to make Mama proud!” Nino patted her puffed chest.

Sofia chuckles. “Mama is so proud of you, darling!” the poet hugged the boy with affection. But the smile dimmed, when again remembering Jakarta was their goal. Not to rule out the possibility, they will meet with Reza or his family.

“Hopefully no see!” murmured Sofia gave a rough sigh.

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A week passed quickly. Sofia has arrived in Jakarta. He stayed at a hotel provided by the committee with his son. Accommodation is also provided.

In the afternoon, at exactly 13:00 WIB, they were picked up to the location. After making over and changing into a costume, the show begins.

Minutes passed quickly. Sofia is getting nervous, having never faced many people in one room. Nino who saw him clasped his mother's cold fingers.

“Mama, just think they all don't exist. Take a deep breath and exhale!” nino's advice that her teacher always taught her like that before performing.

“Aduh, Mama deg an, Darling!” sofia was nervous.

“Do as it continues, Ma!” decah Nino.

Sofia took a deep breath, throwing it away violently. Laughing at his son. Laughing at yourself, taught by his young son.

“Mama can definitely!” Nino clenched her hands with a serious expression.

The time came when the name Sofia was called. He got up and patted both of Nino's cheeks at the bakcstage. “Doain Mama yes,” he said thumbs up by Nino.

The famous orchestral musical accompaniment echoed as Sofia entered the stage. Beautiful long dresses dangling over her entire body, modern pasmina hijab plus natural makeup, but so slick make up Sofia's face.

“Welcome, Brother Sofia. Please sit down,” said the host.

In one corner of the room, a man widened his eyes perfectly when he saw the familiar figure now sitting in front of him. Cameras from all over lead to him.

“So ... Sofiaku?” reza said stammeredly, straightening his back.

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