
A little boy about 2 years old was running around in the park with two friends his age.
Their laughter filled the children's playground, which was always crowded every afternoon.The parents were sitting on their lounge chairs while chatting with other parents while watching their children.
"Ama..kaki is sick" said one of the children with two braids.
"Udah down? here Ama see" said the woman in shar'i with her soft face.
The 27-year-old woman rubbed a small wound on the child's knee with the tip of her shirt.
"Bismillah huft huft huft quickly healed" he said blowing on the child's knee and rubbing his head.
"Thank you Ama, can you play again?"ask her with a funny face
"maybe but be careful, play the same brother Faras yes it's there" he pointed to the firstborn son who was cool sitting in the gazebo with a storybook in his hand.
"You want to, I'm uek, you want to play funny" said the little boy innocently
The woman dressed in shar'i clothes just stroked the chest hearing the babbling of her youngest child.
His first son was quiet and tended to close himself, did not like the crowd and spent more time with books even though he could not read.
Much different from the youngest child who is super active and asks a lot, and sensitive to the surrounding environment.His first child cuek duck although many other children his age who want to play with him.
"Yes already if you don't want to, play just as cool but don't run around yes, then will be sick again" he said giving advice to the child
"Yes ama, I played first yes" he said happy to run to where other friends play.
The mother simply watched him run around with a fluffy smile.
"Kei, that's Faras if I look around, how does Reno look? is it okay to get pregnant while you're still ngarepin Reno?" said the woman clad in batik and matching veil.
"Ck, what the hell, if you hear Hanan mas can be amuk Lo mbak "said the woman who is none other than Keisya.
"The new part of the age so much the appearance of adult pretentious wonder" he sneered.
"The shift in his papa's stay home late, from childhood he will be closest to his father on my appeal" said Keisya staring sadly at his eldest son.
"Hem, but just as you think I see" said the petite woman who is none other than Cici.
"Yes, if I am the same, he respects very much, but never wants to talk if not in the first conversation" said Keisya
"Then anyway? any trauma perhaps? try to ask to talk to play, such a child if his attitude is so strange aja loh Kei" said Cici argued
"But if the same mbak Kinar he really welcome you mbak, if the same I diem, if the same papa also talk a lot" said Keisya.
"Then anyway? try to ask your husband all this time what story if the same papa again"
"Udah mbak, maybe because I was sick a year after he was born so he still needs a lot of time to get to know me, I was in a coma for almost a year and since birth he was taken care of by his father and mother Kinar, it is only natural that maybe he thought that Kinar was his mother" Keisya's story is sad.
"Yes, be patient, keep your child, maybe it still takes time, it could be the character he was born with" cici said encouraging Keisya not to give up on his eldest son.
"Mother come home, it's late afternoon, papa must be looking for me" said Faras who suddenly was in front of the two of them.
Cici looked at Keisya sadly, the child only thought about his papa. Who should be blamed? there ain't!.
"For a while, I call adek first" said Keisya smiling gently rubbing her child's puffed cheeks.
Keisya called his youngest child to be brought home, lucky that the child just complied and said goodbye to two friends.
"Ama want to go home? come here again tomorrow, right? can we?" ask the little girl
"May if it's weekend, tomorrow Ama is busy to work, adek come along right? we play with friends Ama, play Barbie" said Keisya seduce the child.
"Well, let's take Faras' sister, Ama?"
"Sister Faras school, can't come with the kid"
"Hem yes"
Keisya walked over to Faras and Cici who were cleaning the cheeks of his son who was aprons for eating chocolate. Kaila stays in her sling.
"You go first, Deket is also your home, I still want to shop first for Faira's papacy for dinner later" replied Cici refused Keisya's invitation.
"Oh yes I have been first yes, daaah Faira Auntie same sister went home first yes" Keisya said to (the little girl was not even a year old.
Keisya held Faras' hand while his hand held Kaila.
Although the road is still a little difficult because his legs have not completely healed after the accident, Keisya still tried to walk casually even though he was inwardly complaining because he could not stand the pain that spread in his right leg.
Kaila kept chattering in his own way, while Faras several times looked at his mother who looked hard way. slowly Faras took off Keisya's hand to him and he preferred to walk first in front of Keisya.
Their house was still two houses away, but Keisya still called Faras who ran fast towards their house.
"That boy got to run away crying?" ask one of his neighbors who was passing by.
"Who's crying, ma'am?"
"Well that Faras ran away crying, can't you see?" ask the woman
"My son I was holding well, Mom, yes already buk thanks ya, most kebelet earlier but did not talk" said Keisya continued his steps
At home Keisya was surprised to hear his son crying loudly on his papa's shoulder. Hanan just kept quiet while stroking the back of his eldest son.
Keisya who did not know anything immediately handed Kaila to his mother to be taken to the room. Keisya approached her husband.
"He's why?" keisya asked carefully, afraid that Faras would cry even harder.
"Not knowing the deck, back and forth directly swooped me up the snoring truck kejer, was that in the park he did what?" ask Hanan softly
"He was in the gazebo while reading a storybook, no playing with his friends" Keisya replied honestly.
"Yes you have entered the room first, then bring a compress for his feet, let Faras calm down first" said Hanan rubbed his wife's head.
"Yes I've been up mas" said Keisya passed while holding his leg cramp.
"Mrs here I take her up, come on" bargained the housekeeper grabbed her arm and led her up the stairs.
"Thank you, have you eaten?"
"Mrs, the hot water is still in the bibik cook at the back, I will prepare" said mbak Retno, her domestic assistant who has been with her since she was newly married.
"Nobody's kids calls Retno all day?" ask Keisya
"Your lady, the big one called me, the little one had a fever, tomorrow I have to go home, because you can't go to the hospital."
"Yes have come home aja mbak, until long time no vacation, go home first for the sake of children, later if you are satisfied new here again" said Keisya.
"Thank you madam, I'm going down first"
"yes, thank you, ma'am"
"Together"
*****
Reno walked with her suitcase towards the exit.Today was her exact return to Borneo from Egypt. he won the cumlaude title and a prestigious award for his role and influence on those with disabilities to move forward amid their limitations.
Reno smiled when she saw the woman who had been in the hijab since her first departure to Egypt four and a half years ago.
Andin has now turned into a religious figure, Reno has brought many changes to his life that were not necessarily direction.
Reno's return is also not just an encounter with the family, but will hold a marriage with the woman who is now standing in front of him.
Reno really kept her promise to marry Andin after she graduated S2. although their age was quite mature, but it was not a barrier they knit the household they had dreamed of.
"You're willing to pick up, at Anter's kids or drive yourself?" ask Reno to Andin.
"Tuh the men have been waiting.dah ayok we immediately go home to the house om Martin first" said Andin.
"okay"