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Two months later.
"Eum... beautiful," Ayara smiled anxiously at the finished Vania he bathed. Today the two of them will return to the city of S. Ayara wants to visit the grave of her mother Almarhumah. The woman he considers out is the only one.
Yes, grievous because of the cruelty of the father who could throw himself in a state of illness and pregnancy. Aya is very disappointed and decides that she will never see Mr. Edward as her father again.
"Later Vania no one should be fussy yes, fearing that the other passengers will be angry with us," Ayara invited her daughter to speak while holding Vania and carrying a bag with her next hand.
Now Ayara is not Aya who depends on others. He became a very tough figure. As a father and mother to the princess. After giving birth for only three weeks she rested. After that Aya forced to work to bring her baby.
Because if he does not work, from where to pay rent and other needs. He only works on flower arrangements. So not too tired. The rest of the work was taken over by Lula. A friend who is more than his own sister.
Today is Valentine's Day. So Ayara gets a bonus from Aunt Atika's son. The middle-aged woman had not worked since one month ago.
Because Ayara gets bonus money and more salary. So he used to visit his mother's grave. Want to visit relatives. He has no one but the baby.
"Ara, are you leaving now?" ask the neighbor who saw them passing by while carrying a bag where baby supplies.
"Yes Auntie, so we can get there soon, because tomorrow morning we'll be back here again" she replied smilingly. Although there are some people who do not like its existence and the baby. Ayara never dizzy. While not hurting his scales, he was not a problem.
"Oh, okay! You be careful, and take good care of your daughter" said the woman, who was sweeping her yard.
"Yes, Auntie," said Aya. Not long to wait by the roadside. Bus cars that will go to the city stop at the stop where the passengers ride and get off.
"Today we will meet Oma Jasmeen. She must be happy to see us coming," Ayara stroked her dear daughter who only smiled when spoken to.
While on the way. Vania is not fussy at all. The little girl understood her mother's situation. He's a baby henchman, never fussy, if not sick.
Ayara who has brought drinking water supplies and also a little food for the car. Not down like other passengers. Same time he left town S one year ago. Ayara only survives with mineral water and two slices of bread.
"Miss, you're going down at which stop?" ask the bus kernet as soon as they start entering the capital S.
"I'm at a stop near Grammar's burial complex, Uncle," replied Ayara who wanted to go straight to her mother's grave. He doesn't want to waste time. His only destination was to visit his mother's grave.
"Alright," replied the kernet back forward. About thirty minutes after that Ayara and her daughter went down at a stop not far from the entrance to the cemetery area.
Although tired of sitting in the car for five hours or less. He remained excited as he would soon arrive at the mother's grave.
"Good day, sir, I want to buy her Lilies" Ayara told the florist and the caretaker of the tomb.
"Yes, Miss," replied the florist. Then Ayara paid the interest with a few dollars. Don't forget she also left her baby bag.
"Mama... Ayara came, Aya came, Ma, "His murmur was getting closer to the princess who was silent as a child had grown up.
"It turns out Mr. Edward doesn't come to mama's tomb anymore" Ayara smiled bitterly at the sight of not a single flower stalk on top of her mother's grave. It is different from the tombs around it. Maybe they have a lot of family. While Jasmeen only has one daughter who lives far away in the region of people.
"I'm sorry Ayara, Ma," Ayara's tears fell along with her body. He rests in front of the mother's tombstone mound, with Vania in his sling.
"Darling, let's say hello to Oma Jasmeen," though. When he talked to his daughter, he kept smiling. Whether she understood it or not, she kept talking as if Vania understood and could do as she said.
"Hai Oma, meet this Vania, beautiful granddaughter, Oma," she told her son. Ayara herself also spoke.
...SERIATE......