I'M Nathasya Gustari
Way Back

Tomorrow. When the sun did not even show its light, Tara was already sitting in the living room of Caca's house.

Tara wants to be able to quickly get back close to his wife's child. And the first effort he did was to drive Mentari to go to school every day.

Caca, of course, allows. He himself gave advice for Tara to take their daughter's heart.

"Diminum was mas. Dance is not awake yet. I'll prepare breakfast first."

Caca put a cup of warm tea complete with sponge cake of his work with the princess last night.

Tara answered nothing. But after Caca passed, the man followed Caca into the kitchen.

A sight he had never seen before. Caca, who was still wearing sleeping pajamas, hair in the original loop, was mengolek seasoning on top of the tear.

It seems like the pot girl has already completely turned into a mature woman. Time matures Caca perfectly.

Caca deftly saute the seasoning before adding eggs, soci, meatballs and lastly rice and salt do not forget soy sauce.

Tara just stood still and leaned against the door frame with her hands put in her work pants pocket.

Enjoy the beauty that God offers this morning.

"Lho. What's the word here?"

Mentari's voice surprised Tara as well as Caca who was moving fried rice into the plate.

For a moment Caca and Tara's gaze clashed against each other. Before then the man crouched down and gently rubbed his daughter's head.

"Sweet child is awake?"

The mentari nodded innocently. The girl was no longer afraid of Tara. Because he believes his mother will definitely protect him if the evil Om who is in front of him returns to scold him.

"Om I'm at the house of Dance?" ask Mentari again in a higher tone, feeling his question ignored.

"Monitorous. Can't be so dear." scolded Caca. He never taught his children to cry out to older people.

"Sorry, mah."

"I'm sorry about Om Tara dong."

Tara stared at Caca dislikes because she still introduced him as Om not papa. But Caca doesn't care, it's Tara's job to convince Mentari. It will only help later.

"Sorry, Om. But what's Om doing here?"

"Om wants to take Tari to school. Want to go between the same Om?"

Mentari looked at her mother. "Dance with my mom to her school."

"Yes, same mom. Want huh?"

Caca nodded at his son. Poor Tara had defended her house early in the morning even complete with her work clothes.

Dance nodded. "But Om don't be fierce anymore" said Mentari. Scrambling around her waist as if she was reprimanding the naughty Tara.

Making the man also Caca chuckle with their child.

"Built a shower first? we had breakfast. What do you think mom wants to eat?"

"Sereal is mah."

"OKAY. Now we take a shower my princess?"

Mentari. Stretched out his ready hand to greet Caca with a sling.

"I take a shower."

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Tara's heart warms. Seeing his daughter's joy. Breakfast with wife and child. Make the morning energized.

Being able to both take the little princess to school is also a new thing that is fun for Tara.

"Salim used to be the same Om Tara." pinta Caca gently. But his son hid both his hands and shook his head firmly.

"Monitorous. Salim used to be the same Om Tara." Caca's voice this time sounded more assertive.

"Maahh."

"Dance." if his mother had called him only by such a nickname, it means he should obey.

"Bad mom!" shouted Mentari after being forced to obey the child's orders.

The little girl ran into the school still in annoyance.

"Don't be too forced. He will understand too. You're the one who said that" Tara said as she drove Caca back to work. Though Caca has asked Tara directly to the office, because he can go home to ride a motorcycle taxi.

"I just don't feel good at it. Later in the thought that I taught like that." Caca's eyes he threw into the window next to him.

"I won't blame you for educating our children. Because I myself did not even participate in educating Tari." said Tara. "At any rate, I'm sure you can't teach a bad thing to our daughter."

Caca did not answer anything, as they had already arrived at the MFA.

"Caca, wait!" Caca who has said thank you and will open the car door hendle.

"Later tonight can I play at home?"

Caca weighed in for a moment Tara's request. "Boleh mas. But it better not be too late. Let Mentari not sleep. Also so that there is no slander."

Tara nodded in understanding. However, they are adult humans who will certainly invite slander if the nights are on one roof.

"Thank you, Ca."

"I should be the one to thank you. Thank you for dropping off Mentari and dropping me off as well."

Tara shakes. "Thank you for sticking around for our son. Sorry for all the past that hurt you and made you go."

Caca sighed. The word he had once hoped for was only spoken after so many years.

If Tara had followed her home and apologized. He would not leave that man. Will not make rash decisions in his life.

Because he used to only need Tara's confession. Confession if his presence is needed. Confession if Tara cares about the child in her womb.

Moreover, they used to not even make up after Tara doubted the child in her womb.

After they had a fight inside the restaurant when Caca told her of her pregnancy. Things that do not end well are getting worse with the incident in the hospital.

When Caca tried to forget the incident. I couldn't bear to see Tara battered. It even got a knock.

Although the wound was re-added with wounds. But he still hopes Tara will come home to apologize and hug him. Saying love as usual.

And now Tara just apologized. What's he supposed to do?

"It's all over, ma'am. And I've forgiven you a long time."

"But you haven't forgotten it yet?" guess Tara's on target.

"Let time erase those memories mas. We don't live in the past."

"But you want to, forge a future with me?"

"Depending on how great mas Tara took Mentari's heart. Right now, that girl is everything to me."

Not once did Caca stare at Tara while talking. The woman is faithful. Ignoring the glare of the man who was looking at him fixedly.

"Everything for me too." - Tara. Because Mentari is also everything for him as well.

Meat blood. His successor. Love fruit. And the way back to his true love.

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