Don't Take My Son...!!!
Chapter - 26 What Would You Like to Wipe Your Tears Replace Abel?

Now that Dara was straddling in her seat on the sofa, her face flushed red with annoyance. Deris replied lightly that he only wanted to come when asked why he was at his house.

"There home! I want to take care of Abel. I don't have time for your ladenin, Der."

"I haven't had dinner yet, don't throw this hungry man Miss Pretty.." Deris's face paled as painfully as possible.

I know your life now Dar, you're hurt because of my family. Having to take care of a baby when you're 18 while you're in college and working to find a living expense. Even Alan says you want to work anything at that time until often sickly due to fatigue. I. sorry Dar. I'm sorry I didn't find you as hard as I was when I left. It's only natural that now you are really closed to me, I'm an unreliable man, right?

"You!"

"Don't be so fierce, look at your daughter soaring in shock." Deris deliberately pulled Abel in their conversation because he knew that sweet little girl was the weakness of his heart.

"Mama, why?" abel asked in the open model TV room was coloring the picture that Deris brought with all sorts of coloring equipment.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Continue coloring the picture."

Abel nodded his head at Deris's glance, the little girl's lips smiling. Just before Dara came, Deris told the little girl that she wanted to be a Papa to Abel and a husband to her Mama, Deris asked Abel for cooperation and got a shout of encouragement from Abel.

"Don't be so fierce as Om Deris, Om both have bought pictures and crayon for Abel." The little girl narrowed her eyes looking at Dara.

"OK," Dara sighed resignedly.

"Without, eat. Hungry," Deris' whine drew Dara's hand.

"Ih! Why hold-hold!" sewot Dara's.

"Mama.." once again Abel's voice reminded. Dara turned with a nervous face, the article Abel if you are angry must be hunger strike and the tip - the tip of Abel will hurt he will not bear.

Deris smiled when Dara did not see him, he turned his thumb to Abel.

Dara turned back to Deris, "Wait, I'll cook first."

Finally inevitably Dara walked towards the refrigerator, took some eggs and some vegetable ingredients as well as meat.

Waiting for Dara to cook Deris approached Abel, the niece of her sister's daughter.

"Om, what color is this flower?" abel did not know the flowers in the picture.

"Hm, if it's not the wrong color yellow." Answer Deris.

"Ohhh..." Abel re-polishes the image with crayon.

"What is Abel's favorite food?" ask Deris.

"Eskrim."

"Other than escrim?"

"Ijo bean porridge, made by Mama."

Just like Darwin, it turns out that blood is thicker than water.

"Well, what's good?"

"So much."

"Dar. he said your ijo bean porridge is delicious. Make me up sometime."

"That's a recipe from Kak Dira, I__" Dara immediately stopped, suddenly tears came out of the corner of his eyes. He quickly rubbed it, remembering his brother. She used to be a naughty tomboy girl, given the school pocket money she spent on cigarettes and bets. He only thinks about himself without knowing the money given by his brother from the hard work of Kak Dira and survive with his job despite being in trouble just for the sake of daily expenses and saving for the cost of giving birth and for Dara to go to college later. Her brother's friend Septi told her everything after her brother's departure. When she became a mother taking care of Abel, she really felt what her brother experienced first when taking care of her alone considering the struggle of the sister who became the backbone of the family. Regret and guilt have been running through her heart ever since her brother's departure.

Dara was not strong enough to hold tightness in his chest, he put the kitchen knife in his hand on the table ran into his room and cried.

Deris heard it, he got up to his feet wanting to catch up with Dara into the room.

"Om, Mama often cry suddenly like now. Abel often wiped Mama's tears, do you now want to wipe the tears of Mama dressingin Abel?"

Deris was filled, a child as small as Abel was able to be kind so understanding with his surroundings. "Don't worry, from now on it becomes Om's duty."