Call Me Rain
Day (Season 2)

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The air of the capital Jakarta this morning was cool, after heavy rain that flushed it all night. The roundness of clear water still lingered on the leaves, so calm and soothing. The morning air feels so fresh, because it has not been polluted by pollution.

A man, sitting down enjoying his breakfast by himself at the dinner table. While a middle-aged woman seemed busy in the kitchen, somehow doing what.

There was no one there, just the two of them. A four-year-old boy came down the stairs with his face bent. The boy walked over, towards the dining table listlessly, his face pouting, like there was no spirit to start his day.

"Why is it that early in the morning it's pouting?" mirza asked the boy.

"When do you come home?" instead of answering Mirza's question, the boy asked back. He sat down in front of Mirza.

"Maybe, why?"

"I miss Oma." The boy with the beautiful face was singing his lips, glancing his eyes so sharply at Mirza.

"From semalem nanyain madam hold Den." Sister Sri who is busy in the kitchen approached the two men of different ages. He held out a plate of peanut butter sandwich bread in front of the boy.

"Yes, Shaka kangen Oma. Papa is as busy as Opa continues," he scolded while putting a slice of sandwich bread in his mouth.

Mirza smiled wryly, "Oya?"

The boy nodded confidently, "Yes, Papa continues to work, Shaka never plays."

"Where is Shaka going ? tomorrow Papa temenin."

The boy looked up, looking expectantly at the man in a neat suit before him.

"really? Papa didn't boongin Shaka, did he?" ask her with a peeking eye.

Mirza simply nodded in response.

"Shaka wants to go to the mall, Shaka wants to go around the city, Shaka wants to go to .. Mama's house..," suddenly the look on his face looks gloomy, when he mentions the word 'Mama'.

Mirza moved closer to her son, she rubbed her head affectionately.

"Yes, later Papa Anterin also to Mama's house," said Mirza calming. "Shaka kangen Mama?"

Shaka just nodded in response, his own eyes proving that Shaka really misses Mom.

"Not be sad! you're ugly if you're sad," teased Mirza.

"Ish no, who's sad." The boy again glared at Mirza, irritated at always teasing her.

"Haha." Mirza laughed at Shaka's adorable look. "Whose son is this?" he said while pinching Shaka's cheeks, then scrambling his hair that had been neatly combed.

"Sorry Den, but according to Mbak, the more here Den Shaka looks more like Den Emir." Sister Sri who had just returned to the kitchen chuckled with her words.

"What's the hell, Ma'am?" Mirza looked at the four-year-old. His face was handsome, his eyes were round with slightly pliable eyelashes, his nose pointed with adorable cheeks, making anyone eager to pinch him.

Yes, Shaka is very similar to him, the difference is that Shaka does not have dimples like him. Why can it be like that? They have absolutely no blood relation. Maybe, because since the baby Shaka has been living with her.

After Gweny learns of her illness, she continues to urge Mirza to adopt a child. Mirza had tried to convince Gweny to undergo treatment, but Gweny still refused.

Gweny said, "I just want to live a normal life Mir, I don't want to go through all that treatment, especially hysterectomy. I want to be a full-fledged woman, even though I won't be able to give you a child."

"It's for your own good, Gwen." Mirza continued to persuade, however, Gweny's health remained the main one.

"I don't want Mir, let me enjoy this pain. In return for my past mistakes."

Six months later, Gweny brings home a tiny baby that is still red. The baby boy is so adorable for Gweny, he wants to raise the boy with Mirza. Because Gweny knew, he could never give a child to Mirza.

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Today, Mirza really took her time for Shaka. He would accompany her wherever Shaka wanted to go.

"Shaka's happy, Shaka dear Papa." The little boy shook his body, as an expression of his happiness.

The sun begins to rise when Mirza and Shaka arrive at a public burial place. Rows of green grass-clad rectangular-shaped land filled his view.

Mirza walked behind Shaka, the little boy was excited to meet the mother. Carrying a bouquet of fresh flowers, Shaka walked over so cheerfully.

"Assalamualaikum Mama" said Shaka when he arrived at one of the tombs with a tombstone bearing the name of the mother.

"Shaka now comes with Papa." Shaka turned his head and smiled at Mirza who was only answered by a hand rub in the head.

Long time they were there, Shaka was so happy. I don't know what the boy told his mother, but the child's facial expression was so happy.

Is it possible because all day he will walk alone with his Papa? only Shaka knows.

Shaka was only four years old, but his speech ability exceeded that of a child of that age. Mirza herself was astonished by Shaka's cleverness.

"Pa, I'm going to the time zone!" shaka exclaimed as Mirza parked his car in one of the famous Mall.

"Yes, wherever Shaka wants, Papa goes with Shaka. Shaka's the king today."

They got out of the car, so excited Shaka to run to the Mall door.

"Shaka, slow down!" mirza shouted reminding.

But Shaka does not hear, Mirza quickly catches up and immediately grabs Shaka's hand to make him stop.

"Don't run, son, what if you're missing? Repot later Papa sonorous," said Mirza.

Shaka's lips pursed, apparently he could not wait to go up to the top floor, where the time zone where his favorite is located.

After taking the elevator, Mirza and Shaka arrived at their destination. Because today is a holiday, the time zone atmosphere looks so crowded. Many children come with their parents. At first Mirza sees a sad look on Shaka's face, maybe Shaka hopes if he can come there accompanied by his mother. However, in the end Shaka was able to laugh after trying various kinds of games.

Mirza let Shaka play until he was satisfied. He waited for his son in the seating area.

"Shaka, drink first!" mirza exclaimed when she saw Shaka's forehead filled with sweat. According to Shaka, the boy approached the Papa to get his drinking water.

"Is he satisfied yet?" mirza asked, as Shaka sat next to her.

Shaka nodded, his white face flushed red from exhaustion. "Shaka laperl Pa" he said later.

"Yuk we eat. What is Shaka going to eat?"

"Spaghetti?" Shaka looked at the Papa, asking for approval.

"Can." Mirza nodded, then ruffled Shaka's hair with a smile.

"Shaka's got no problem, doesn't Pa?" shaka asked when their order had just been delivered by the waiter. They chose to eat in the same Mall, only down one floor, arriving at one of the food places.

"Now not dong."

Voraciously, Shaka ate his food.one mouthful, two mouthfuls, until the third feed Shaka choked on his own food.

"Shaka, slow down! Drink first!" Mirza thrust one glass of water at Shaka.

"Pa, it's Pa." Shaka so excitedly pointed towards the back of Mirza.

"What the hell, son?"

"Pa, he .. it's me!"

"Why you?"

"That's me, isn't it! this me, why does he look like me." Shaka was still pointing towards Mirza's back.

"Who—?" Mirza turned her body. He saw a little boy who was very similar to Shaka, the boy came with two women and one man.

However, Mirza's gaze was precisely on a woman who guided the little boy's hand. The woman he had never met for a long time, the woman who disappeared without a trace, the woman who until this moment was still in the little heart of Mirza.

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