
"How are you doing..?" they were sitting in a cafe in the super market.
"I'm good aunt"
"Tante doesn't know what happened to you, how you divorced Yoga, then suddenly one month ago Anita said she wanted to marry Yoga.." Kinara looked up to see Anita's mother who was looking down sad.
Yes this middle-aged woman is the Mother of Anita, they have known each other since Kinara was friendly with Anita, Mama Anita was a good person, she even treated Kinara the same as treating Anita.
"What is Anita causing you to divorce?"
Kinara was silent, and Mama Anita could only sigh because it was true "How can it be?" Mama Anita wiped her tears, she looked very sad when she knew her son was the cause of Kinara's divorce and Yoga.
"I've been a sincere aunt, and tried to forget everything, after all they've been in contact since we weren't married, so I think I've separated the two.." as usual Kinara tried to be strong she even smiled faintly as she said everything.
"I'm sorry Anita, aunt doesn't know that the child has gone too far to go like this, after all, Anita shouldn't do that because you've become Yoga's wife.. "
"I want to forget everything auntie, in fact when I say I'm sincere, the pain is still there. But I try to bury it deep and not bring it back, so auntie, if we meet again, please don't talk about this anymore."
"Auntie understands, sorry, aunt is ashamed of you"
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As time went on, Kinara was unable to feel the content of stepping on four months, Kinara felt astonished by her stomach that was unlike a four-month-old pregnant woman, her stomach still looked small, she said, but once she checked the contents of the doctor said that the baby was healthy, then Kinara felt calm.
It had been a month since Kinara met Anita and her mother and they were probably married too, I don't know Kinara didn't know and didn't want to know, just that every time she remembered Kinara felt pain in the corner of her heart, especially considering that his son will live without a father figure, and also how Yoga does not want to have children from him.
Kinara was sitting on a park bench, staring blankly at the front, Kinara kept daydreaming until she did not notice the place next to her in the contents of someone.
"Sitting down on your own is sad, right?" Kinara nodded while muttering, "Hmm.." despite not knowing where the voice came from but Kinara answered him.
Sitting alone is sad, how she lives alone, but at least she will be with her child later, without feeling Kinara stroking her stomach, where the baby is, the warmth spread to her heart, right.. maybe God loved her so much that he did not allow himself in this world, even though there was no husband who accompanied her but Kinara promised to take care of her child well, without tears Kinara dripped, while smiling, Haru Kinara continued to stroke her stomach, but the person next to her interpreted the other and said..
"Aunty hungry?"
"Eh..?" Kinara turned to look at the little girl sitting next to him, so she spoke to him earlier.
The little girl took off the bag in her cradle and opened her bag which turned out to contain food, there were some bread and various snacks, then the girl gave Kinara a loaf of bread "Make aunty" her little hand thrust out right in front of Kinara.
Kinara picked it up and the little girl sighed as if tired and then she looked back to the front with her bag of food.
The girl's expression was so funny, she seemed to have a very severe problem in her life and complained about her life, so inevitably Kinara chuckled "You have a problem?"
The little girl said, "Yes, my problem is very big." she replied lazily.
"Oh yeah.. What is that?" Kinara felt funny at what the little girl said, "What is your problem is bigger than your body" Kinara felt her sadness was slightly lessened and comforted by this little girl in front of her.
The girl shriveled and looked at her body and nodded "It seems so.."
Jeez the girl even spoke in the raw language "What big?"
"It was so big that I just ran away from home.." Kinara blinked her eyes in disbelief, Kinara looked around and found no other adult than herself.
"You really ran away from home?" The little girl nodded "Alone?"
"This auntie how, if she runs away herself, that rame-rame is called a picnic.."
Jeez Kinara was getting panicked, "First what's your name? age, keep your home address where. let aunt inter.."
"I don't want to.."
"Little boy, it's not good that you go alone from home." The little girl sneered.
"Let's get aunty home! where's your house?"
The girl remained silent, and instead crossed her chest and sat haughtily, Kinara estimated that she was only five or six years old, but seeing her speech style was already like ten years old.
"Gosh.." Kinara complained, her intention of resting in the park after dropping off the cake order, instead finding the child who ran away from her home.
"Aunty. I'm with auntie.."
"Eh. lest you want, this aunt returned your bread, aunt is not hungry. aunt is afraid later the aunt who kidnapped you again." Kinara walked back, but she was sure the girl was following him.
"Tante doesn't feel sorry for me.." Kinara stopped her steps, then turned around.
"You ran away from home because of what?"
The girl was kicking the pebbles in front of her, her legs were constantly swaying as if feeling uneasy.
"I left home because they were evil, and didn't love me.." The little girl looked down.
Kinara frowned then researched the girl's body from top to bottom, her clothes were all good, the experience of being a wealthy Yoga mistress made her know about the price of this girl's clothes, she said, and for one piece of clothing alone Kinara can be sure to reach tens of millions, then the bag even though it looks simple is clearly a limited design.
Kinara sighed, so perhaps the evil word this girl uttered was not evil in terms of committing physical violence, "Your parents are evil?" The little girl nodded. "Then I'll take you to the police station, we can report both your parents and they'll accept the punishment.."
"really?" the little girl looked up.
"Of course, your parents can be punished and get a warning for hurting you, they can even go to jail.." Kinara grinned as the look of the girl was so shocked, her eyeballs glaring sharp yet very cute.
"At least you'll never see those who hurt you.."
"I don't want to go home!" the girl was already glazed.
"Are they not evil?"
The girl shook her head.. "I'm just angry because I'm always alone at home, but I love them.."
"Well if you don't want to go to the police station let your aunt drive you home where is your home?"
The little girl wiped her tears and opened the small pouch in her bag and gave Kinara a card with her home address and phone number.
"All right, we have to take a taxi" Kinara grabbed the little girl's hand and took her to a taxi.
"Who's your name?" they're already in the cab and going to the little girl's house.
"Arumi.." The girl was still down, Kinara felt she was feeling sad.
"Why did Arumi run away from home?, and how did it get that far.." The distance between Arumi's house to the park is a long way to travel on foot.
"I took a taxi and stopped there"
"How do you pay for a taxi" Arumi opened her bag and showed her some money and made Kinara widen her eyes, the child's money was very much for the size of a small child.
Kinara closed back Arumi's bag in a hurry "Don't show money like that to others, understand!" Arumi pursed her lips and nodded. "Where do you have this kind of money?"
"I opened my piggy bank" he replied lightly.
Kinara nodded "Other times don't leave the house talk about what happened and what you want to your parents, if you don't like yourself say you don't like it yourself, don't let your parents worry because you're out of the house." Arumi nods her face looking increasingly sad "Oh yes, aunt Kinara's name" Kinara reaches out her hand and shakes hands with Arumi "Arumi wants to be friends with aunty?"
"Mau" Arumi nodded and smiled, Kinara picked up the paper and the ballpoint pen and wrote down the phone number.
"Later if Arumi wants to talk to aunty just contact no Aunt, Arumi can use a mobile phone?"
"Can.."
"So Arumi won't be lonely.."
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