I'M Nathasya Gustari
I Should've

Many children were running on the road to Caca's house. Make Tara have to slow down the pace of his vehicle. The clock was at seven o'clock in the evening. And it seems like the kids are getting more and more carefree to play. The mothers watch their children from the porch and chat with each other.

"Who is Icha, mas?" ask one of Caca's neighbors who happened to be his house across from Caca when Tara was taking out some toys and snacks for Mentari from the back seat.

"mmm.. I'm.." Tara scratched her back head, confused as to what to answer. Because he could not answer the father of Mentari, while the people there knew Rian was the father of his little girl.

"Yes candidate?" guess the mother at the sight of Tara's nervousness. "Before many came but no one was allowed to enter the same as Icha neng. But it looks like it's another."

The mother is still looking for Tara. Because that mother saw Tara come into Caca's house this morning and was there a long time ago.

"Let's mom, I'll excuse you first." said Tara did not want to be wrong words that even became a gossip material. He didn't want to ruin Caca's comfortable life there. Although he would be happy to invite Caca to move into his house if the woman was no longer comfortable living in the house.

The mothers were just annoying. But Tara still heard their whispers behind her back.

"Assalamualaikum" Tara said after knocking on the door several times.

In the sound of laughter between Caca and Mentari stopped when he heard greetings from her. Until Tara rewinds the position when the sound of the key and the door hendle is heard.

"Have you come? let's go in."

Tara was about to step in, but remembered the ibi-mother who had talked about them.

"This is Ca." point it at the patio chair.

"Lho why?" Caca was clearly confused. This morning the man dared to follow him to the kitchen. But now ask to sit in front.

"Nice with the neighbors."

Caca stared at the house across the street where many mothers had gathered. Some were also looking towards his house. A few whispers he knew were talking about it.

"Yes already. Sit down first. I'll call Mentari."

Inside Caca again had to argue with his daughter who did not want to see Tara. But after Caca persuaded, the little girl wanted to get out as Caca stepped into the kitchen to make a drink.

"Why are you here again?" not greetings. The boy sat down and looked at Tara.

"Whose son is this." erang Tara inwardly. Why isn't her daughter as sweet as Caca. Why Mentari actually inherits the cold and jutek nature if he meets people who he feels are not important.

"Greetings dong beautiful. Bring a toy for Mentari." Tara lifted the papperbag and took out its contents one by one. There are dolls and various toys that actually make the eyes sparkle.

But it turns out that boy has a great prestige. Mentari folded her hands and put her gaze so as not to be tempted.

"I have so many. Every time I come, I bring a lot of toys."

Last afternoon I heard my friend tell me. He said his father often brought a girlfriend. And the woman often brought toys for her friend. Soon she said she would become a mother and replace her dead mother.

Mentari does not want Om Tara to replace Rian's father. Because his father is still alive. And he loved his father very much. Nobody wants to replace his father.

There was a hint of disappointment in Tara's eyes. He thought his daughter would be happy when he brought the doll and various toys. He was willing to go to the mall to choose the best toys for his son. New things he did in his life.

"Yes, if Om maksa. Here's to Dance."

Tara chuckles small. Even with words and movements. But her little girl's eyes couldn't lie if Mentari was happy. The little sparkle was very clearly visible.

"Say what Mentari!" tegur Caca who just came with a tray containing coffee is also a banana that he recently fried. There was also a sprinkling of cheese and chocolate cream on it.

"Let's Om." although still in an unwilling tone, but Tara still smiled and gently rubbed her daughter's hair.

"Sorry mas. It's just that. Not been anywhere." whereas online is also a lot. It's just that Caca forgot that Tara was coming home. Tara doesn't like biscuits.

"Sir papa. This is enough." Tara took one of the bananas with a fork. "You do it yourself?"

"Yes. Usually if the afternoon like to make a snack with Mentari."

Tara nodded. "Nob."

The conversation flowed though still awkward. Ask how Grandpa is healthy. Because yesterday when came the middle-aged man who he had considered his own grandfather did not come.

"Sound dad. Yes, although it often hurts because of age. But it's been pretty stable lately. Papa was also happy to hear from you. Papa actually wants to come here. Only I forbid it. Let it be later when I get back to bring you and Mentari home."

Caca breathed heavily. It's not that he doesn't want to go back to Tara. He was still confused by his own feelings. Love but also disappointment. Missing but also reluctant to meet.

"Dari don't want to have papa." chirped the little girl who was playing the doll Tara gave her. The little girl remembered when the grandmother who had come with Tara introduced Tara as her father.

"Say my friend, stepfather is evil."

Caca grimaced not knowing what to say. Even Mentari loved her stepfather, Rian.

"But Om is not evil. Oh dear same Dance." bela Tara.

"Where there's a dear but angry. Rage-pole. Mom and dad love me. They never got mad at me."

Tara was eager to say that she was Mentari's real father. But he held it for the sake of being able to grab the girl smoothly.

"Assalamualaikum." everyone's attention turned to the fence of the Caca house where there was Rian there carrying a papperbag that immediately greeted Mentari with a hug.

"Dataaanng..."

Tara can see the closeness of two different generations of people who are hugging it. How irate it is. Because what should be warmly welcomed like that is him. Not the man holding his daughter close.

"I'm sorry I didn't know that Om was here. I just want to say goodbye. Tomorrow I leave for Ausie."

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