I'm his mother
48.Give Time

Her morning...

"Papa, where is this?" the sound woke up Abra who was still sound in her sleep.

Abra began to open her eyes which still felt heavy. I don't know at what time his eyes began to fall asleep, which is certain that time has shown early in the morning.

His mind continues to laugh at how his relationship with Namira in the future. And how to explain their status to his son, Darren.

Not to mention the perpetrator of violence who had dared to touch his favorite son. Making a series of problems that filled Abra's mind so that the man was difficult to close his eyes despite the fatigue had whack his body which from noon was busy helping prepare the funeral of Bu Marni.

Abra moved his body that felt littered. Both bodies were filled with sweat because the heat of Abra's body collided with the heat of Darren's body that was rising last night.

"Are you awake, baby? How are you doing? Hhmm?" abra asked immediately, asking some questions of his son.

"It's more Papa, but where is it?"

"We're at Nami's mother's house, baby. Come on, we better get up. We are clean and ready to go home," replied Abra began to rise from his sleep but not for Darren who was still at home lying on a mattress that was even far from the word 'comfortable'.

"Why?" abra asked when he saw no movement from Darren.

"Can I just stay here?" answer her shimmily.

Doubt and fear, that's what Darren is feeling right now. Even so afraid, the little boy who was so similar to the father was reluctant to look at the father.

" May, of course I can. But, give Papa one reason why he won't go home? Does something always happen in the house when Papa's gone?"

Derren was stunned by the question Abra had given him. I want it to express everything.

However, the shadow of the person he loved went away for a long time back to silence the tiny mouth.

Whether to say what, the fear of threats that he often receives makes him consistent to silence.

Abra let out a long sigh while getting such a response from Darren, though impatiently wanting to know who the person behind the change in attitude of the son was.

But Abra also could not force and press too deep, fearing the trauma to his son was deep and might be difficult to heal.

"Well, if you're not ready the story is okay. Now that we're clean and out, we'll meet Nami's mother. Hows it? Wanna?" abra then tries to give in and give Darren time to prepare to tell him maybe 'later'.

Namira is busy preparing breakfast for herself, her son and husband. Namira used to live a simple life, of course the breakfast menu that he was preparing was just a simple menu.

Only fried rice complete with egg cow eyes that there is only one fruit on each plate. While drinking, Namira prepares a glass of warm milk for Darren, warm tea for him and the usual capucino coffee in drinking by Abra.

Strange, though annoyed, resentful, and angry at the man who had given him one child. But Namira still remembered the habits and what became the favorite of the man.

After preparing breakfast on the dining table that has begun to wear out. Namira began to move towards his room to wake the two men of different ages who now control his private room.

But Namira's steps stopped when he saw Abra out of the room with his son, Darren, who was now much better. Even his face was beginning to cheer up.

"Mother," cried Darren released his hand from Abra's gang and splashed into Namira's arms.

"Darling, I woke up. How are you doing now? Is anyone still sick?"

"No Mom, Papa has given me the most potent medicine. So I can be healthy in the morning,"

"Thank God, then how about we have breakfast? But, I only make fried rice. It's okay, right?"

"It's okay, I get him used to eating whatever's there. As long as the food is healthy and clean, I don't limit her to eating what she wants,"