Cherophophobic
Not a Bladder Child

Anggi's body was buried the day after. Many people came. Not a few who lost the sudden departure of Anggi because Anggi was a very good person during his life.

Since morning Kafka had not moved from beside his mother's grave. His friends were faithfully accompanying him. Even they were willing not to go to school to accompany Kafka so that the poor guy did not feel alone. Anya was also present to accompany until now.

"Kafka. go home. I want rain. You will be sick." Anya said.

Kafka is not flinching. The guy just kept quiet while rubbing his mother's new headstone. She was no longer crying, but her heart still could not let go of her beloved mother.

"Mama, just go home." said Yohan.

"Yes, aunt. Let us persuade Kafka." whispered Yora to Anya.

Anya let out her breath. Then immediately leave the cemetery. Just so you know, Anya cried all night because she was angry with herself. It was the first time he had failed to treat a patient until his death. It was fate, but still he felt it was his fault.

"Sorry, go home. I'm sure Aunt Anggi doesn't want to see Lo like this" Azam said, patting Kafka on the shoulder.

"He will not calm down if Lo is like Kaf" said Hazel.

"True, Aunt Anggi must be sad to see the condition of Lo like this." said Yora.

"Sorry. Come home?" take Nathan.

"Let's go back, I'll give you candy." said Arzel who immediately got a crush from Hazel.

After all the seduction and persuasion from his friends, Kafka still did not seem to want to leave his mother's grave. Clearly he felt devastated at Anggi's departure, as she was the only family he had.

They finally decided to wait a while longer. Until finally it rained down with heavy thunder accompanied by a deafening sound.

"Sorry, go back." said Yohan as she pulled Kafka's shirt to get the guy to stand up.

"Gue still wants to be here! I'll be alone if I go!" bentak Kafka's.

Yohan clenched her hands tightly. The man looked at Kafka with a sharp glare and full of cold aura. More scary than usual.

"Lo think you're happy to see Lo sick from the rain while sitting in front of the mound?" asked Yohan in a cold tone.

Kafka immediately looked at Yohan with a gaze that was no less sharp. His hands clenched tightly restraining his emotions.

"You angry? Whatever. I don't care. Home now. Aunty Anggi's body is down there. But Aunt Anggi is actually with God. Free Lo waitin here he will not rise from the grave. Go home, doain him. Do all the advice. He was happy" said Yohan.

"Go home" Yohan said once more.

Finally Kafka wanted to be invited home after hearing the sentence spoken by Yohan. They drove Kafka to their new home.

After his friends left Kafka did not go straight into the house. The guy was silent in front of the flower shop. The house full of memories. Her tears came back, but Kafka hurriedly wiped them away.

The guy goes to the flower shop. Viewed the place where the cashier where his mother often sat to serve customers. Then go into the living room. At that place he used to lie down after school, then his mother came to welcome his return. The man walked back into the living room, where he was watching television with his mother.

The guy goes around the house and ends up in his room. Kafka broke his body and shed his tears again.

"Mom, now who's going to get Kafka? Who will treat Kafka when it runs out in Geo? Who will hear Kafka's story after school? Why do you hide your mother's illness? If you say from the beginning, Kafka will try to help make money so that you recover" Kafka said, looking at the ceiling of his room.

The guy tried to close his eyes. But suddenly his stomach was hungry, he saw the wall clock. Yes, it's lunch time. Kafka walked into the kitchen, opening the food hood at the dining table. At the dinner table there is still water left by his mother. That is sambal tempeh basil leaves, and also lodeh pemmar fish. There was also a cold tea made by his mother yesterday that he had not had time to drink.

"Now Kafka will not be able to eat this delicious food anymore" Kafka murmured.

The man took the rice and started eating it. Kafka ate his food little by little. I don't feel her tears falling anymore. Imagine that in the future he will not taste the food made by his mother again.

After finishing his meal, the man sat on the back porch of the house. The flowers that move because of the wind. Usually when she is alone like this her mother will come to her. But not anymore.

"Not a day yet, Kafka is already missing Ma'am" Kafka said with a bitter smile.

In the midst of his daydream, suddenly the man remembered two letters given by his mother first. Kafka immediately went into his room and looked for the letters.

"Meet!"

The guy's sitting on the bed. He saw two letters in his hand. He chose to open a letter that read "From Anggi's Mother To Kafka"

"Kafka, mother's favorite child. If Kafka reads this letter, it means that she is no longer with Kafka. I'm sorry I kept all this a secret from Kafka. Mom had long suffered from heart failure, but she did not tell Kafka to focus on learning. Oh yes, now that I'm not around, I want to give a message last time to Kafka. Always take care of your health, eat on time, diligently study okay, do not be reckless as a student, do not be negligent with the flower shop. If Kafka does not have time to open, it does not need to be opened. But keep the flowers. Don't let it wither, dear. That's the first one. And the second thing I want to say, sorry I should have said a long time ago Kafka was not the mother's biological child. But I still love Kafka as much as Kafka's mother's son. Kafka's birth mother's name is Vadya. That other letter is a letter from your birth mother. I think it's been a long time. That's all I want to say. Goodbye, dear mother Kafka." said the letter.

Kafka's body suddenly squeezed, the man came back crying. What other harsh reality did he receive this time? Is he not his mother's son?

"What is all this?" kafka murmured with eyes that had been very moist and also a raucous voice. The guy's eyes glanced at a letter he hadn't opened yet. Quickly he opened the voice and read it.

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