Call Me Rain
Obviousness

"So, Shaka ...." Mirza shook her head in disbelief.

"So they're my real children?" mirza asked softly, her eyes implying such a great sense of curiosity.

Alula did not answer, she turned her gaze in any direction, not wanting to see Mirza's face so close. It still feels painful. The memory when he was having trouble while pregnant with his two children suddenly just flashed. He worked his eyes several times, so that the tears that began to nourish did not decay.

"Sir."

Alula was stunned when she heard the way Mirza called her. His voice was so soft yet raucous. The call was longed for, but now somehow it feels so painful.

"Sir" called Mirza once more, for Alula was silent.

Tears that have nurtured, suddenly decay along with a nod of the head that feels so heavy he did. Anyway, Mirza deserves to know the truth. Perhaps, now was the right time because Alula could no longer dodge.

Mirza's face turned pale, she was so gasped at the reality she received today. Unexpectedly, Mirza sat down in front of Alula, clasping the hand of the crying woman.

"Ma-af" said Mirza.

"I'm a coward, I'm an irresponsible man. In fact, just saying sorry won't be able to make up for all my mistakes."

Alula who was surprised tried to pull her hand, but Mirza was so tightly grasping it.

"Abang, don't do this. Wake bang!" exclaimed Alula, but Mirza was indifferent.

"I'm really guilty of you La, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Please, don't be like this Bang, get up!" alula once again. Because visitors there are quite crowded, Alula does not want them to be the center of attention of visitors who come.

Their attention was distracted when they heard the screaming sounds of two children running around.

"Papa."

"Mama."

"Shaki slow down!" Alula immediately wiped her wet cheeks, not wanting to look sad in front of the son.

"A-pa di-a, Papa Kiki?" shaki asked Alula with a sigh.

"Papa, w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-why, Mama Peri?" shaka asked Mirza. Mirza just stared at Shaka with a frowning forehead.

"Mama said, I-I have Mama Peri," said Shaka with his curious face.

Mirza gasped, all this time she never knew that Gweny had secretly introduced Alula as Mama to Shaka. The four-year-old boy was smart enough to remember Gweny's words.

"Pa, is this Mama Periku?" Shaka looked at Alula, his eyes so sad, implied a deep longing for the figure of Mother.

"Mama, is he my papa?" shaki asked Alula.

Alula was silent, she looked at Marsha and Marko who were standing not far from them.

"Sorry" Marsha said without a voice, his face looking very sorry. Perhaps, feeling guilty has said that Shaka and Shaki are twin brothers.

Alula took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

"Your name is Shaki?" mirza asked the boy who had the same face as Shaka. Shaki just nodded in response.

"May Papa hug you?" mirza's voice trembled, her eyes were so sad.

Shaki did not immediately approach, he turned to Alula to ask the woman for permission. And after getting a nod of the head, Shaki hugged the body of the man who was now back in his chair.

"I'm sorry Papa, forgive Papa" Mirza said with tears streaming down her cheeks. The man hugged the two boys whom he had just found out they were his real children.

"I miss you, Pa-pa" Shaki said in a trembling voice, the first time he could call someone Papa.

Mirza endlessly kissed her two sons, shedding all forms of affection on her two sons. Especially for Shaki, the child he had not met for four years.

Now, the two children took turns hugging Alula, they kissed Alula's cheeks in turn. Moreover, Shaka, he was so happy, he finally had a mother again.

"I have Mama again" Shaka said after kissing Alula's cheek.

Marsha and Marko cried when they saw the meeting. Some visitors also feel happy to see their happiness.

"Okay, it's sobbing well, now we're eating! This hungry Onty," Marsha chirped trying to melt the atmosphere.

They ended up choosing a wider table to make it more free to eat together.

"Do you like fried chicken? How am I gonna get?" shaki asked when he saw Shaka devouring fried chicken on his plate.

"You are twins, but your likes may not be the same," said Marko upset, because since then the two children are not stopping comparing themselves.

"Okay, our favorite is the same Om. We both like Mama, don't we?" again Shaki just nodded. Alula smiles at Shaka's confession.

"Shaka doesn't like Papa?" ask Mirza.

"Papa likes to be busy, Shaka does not like," replied Shaka with his innocent face.

Marko smiled wryly, "his son just said that, not realising him, his face was like a photocopy of data," Marko murmured.

"Heh Markonah, I heard ya Lu said what. You still owe me an explanation!"

Alula looked at Mirza with a warning look, however they were now with two young children. He didn't like to hear Mirza saying rudely in front of them.

"Dah has a handler like this," Marko saw Mirza turn silent.

That day they spend time together, Shaka endlessly holds Alula's hand, while Shaki does not want to be separated from Mirza's sling.

"We parted ways, I've been watching them for a long time" Marko told Marsha, who walked beside him.

"When did I propose? I want to sift them, too?"

"Well they just no application first. once Tech, directly dumb."

"Dragon!" Marsha hits Marko's arm.

"Sick parrot, you know if you like to pack veins."

"The name is mukul ya pakek urat, if not, the name is ngelus. How the hell," ketus Marsha.

"Bawel really lu ah."

"But like it" cetus Marsha.

"Heh, you two, since when did you get along?" tanya Mirza, currently Shaka and Shaki are playing in the area of a park not far from the Mall.

"Agur? you didn't hear us from earlier noisier."

"It's a storm, but it's a courtship as well" said Alula who had just joined them.

"Dating?" said Mirza with a frowning forehead.

"Loh, Bang Emir don't know?"

"Since when the hell, did he care about other people? All this time in mind he was just doang work," said Marko.

Mirza was silent, not responding to Marko's remarks. He realized there were a lot of things he had missed. All this time, his focus was only on himself. Trying to shift his guilt to a pile of work.

"Which kids?" marsha asked, Alula pointed to a game where Shaka and Shaki were playing there.

"Try if their clothes are the same, really can't be different from Shaka, which is Shaki."

"I'm their mother, I know their differences."

"Shaka is braver, while Shaki is gentler in heart," Mirza said, her eyes fixed on Alula.

Alula just bowed down, she had already forgiven Mirza, but somehow she still could not look at the man.

"Thank you for taking care of them. Sorry—"

"There is no need to constantly apologize, everything has happened" Alula said.

Mirza was speechless, her eyes still implying deep regret.

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