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Old Mobile Phone

Ahin the spirit of learning after I said going to Jakarta, he was good at reading to make the neighbors wonder. Because ordinary children can read at the age of 5 - 7 years. But Ahin has not even 4 years is good. People refer to Ahin as a genius child.

"Wo you sui ciao," Ahin said reading while showing me.

"Ahin, you sui ciao?"

"Shi," she replied.

I looked at the wall clock, it was time for Ahin to sleep. I have a lot of work too.

The boy yawned, he closed his study book and piled up with another. The thing I always taught him was to clean up his own stuff, toys and study books.

"Let's go to sleep" I said, extending a hand. He greeted her with sleepy eyes.

"Tales," he said.

"Ahin want to hear what fairy tale?"

"Ain wants a pigtail."

That night I read a fairy tale to Ahin thinking, who will read a fairy tale to my son after I'm gone? Can he sleep as well as he does now without me?

I'm afraid Yumna is treating Ahin badly, what if Ahin doesn't get along with the other Wikra kids? Can I tell Aunt Zara that Ahin will not stay home with her father? Can that be? Ahin must be sad if she looks different from the other Wikra kids.

The thing I was most afraid of was Wikra hurting Ahin, just like she didn't acknowledge me as a wife to her co-workers. Ahin is too small to hurt.

Would I rather trust Ahin to Ezhar? No, it's too selfish. Any woman who wants to marry Ezhar and take care of Ahin. Ez's ending will have his own child and his wife will take care of Ahin or not.

"Mother is not afraid to die, but you are afraid to leave you alone." I kissed her forehead.

My late parents have called me, longing to get together soon. I wiped the nosebleed with tissue. Then take the medicine in the drawer. Only pain relievers and not cures.

"Give me a little more time to leave Ahin, so I can go quietly."

Once again I looked at Ahin's sleeping face, she was my love and my life. The only thing I was worried about before I died.

I repeatedly apologized to him for not being able to stay longer. He's gonna miss a lot of moments with mom. Surely he will grow up with envy when he sees another child delivered by his mother to school. I'm really sorry and sorry.

I went back to the desk, still having to finish the job before I went to Jakarta. There are Mandarin books to be translated. The publisher is requesting completion later this month. After that we can go to Jakarta.

Sitting at the desk for two hours made me sore, I opened the drawer, there was an old cell phone. The card's dead, but it still has Wikra's family number.

I am afraid to waver if I get their persuasion, Auntie Zara, Om Firman and Reina. They are good people who love me. So I chose to turn off the old phone.

The old phone turned on, took Auntie Zara's number. I sent a message to Auntie Zara. Ask the news and wait a while. There has been no reply. 4 years have passed, whatever has happened. I wet my lips. My heart is pounding.

My phone suddenly rang, making me surprised and Ahin almost woke up. I immediately took the phone and went out. In the courtyard of the house I saw the name on it.

"Yifey! Are you all right?" ask Aunt Zara a little scream.

I asked him first about his news, but he immediately called and asked back.

"I'm fine Auntie, what if Auntie herself?"

"Tante almost died missing you, stupid Wikra made you go. You must have suffered so much."

Aunt Zara is still the same as she used to be, more worried about me than Wikra, her own son.

"I'm not really papa, Auntie. That's the past. How are you doing with Reina?"

"They're worried about you too, where are you now?"

"I'm in Lampung, at the end of the month can I stop by the house? There's something I want to talk to."

"Send your address, let us pick you up now."

"No need, Auntie. I still have work here. I'll be there later."

"Well, just don't lose contact again. Call Aunty every day, do you know?"

"Yes, my aunt knows. Thanks a lot huh?"

"Tante is like your Mama, don't worry. Go home anytime, the door will always be wide open for you."

Despite having a new daughter-in-law, Auntie Zara still treats me well. I realized that his affection was so sincere. How can I tell about my illness? He would be very sad if he knew my life was not long. Really, I find it hard to imagine.

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