Love Language
Back home
It seems true said Mr. Mario, however they are still my parents.During this time they raised me with affection without distinguishing between me and brother Rendi their biological children.
Papa and Mama have never lied to me just that they didn't tell the truth for some reason, maybe it's time they told me the truth about who I am.
"Come on."
Invite Mr. Mario to drive me back to the room I had left.
I sat down on the bench next to my parents, bowed in silence.
"We're going home, son?"
Invite Mama to me who happens to be sitting next to me by holding both my hands tightly.
I just nodded my head slowly, even the Headmaster who was present at the mediation session between the child and the parents now smiled at me.
We say goodbye, mama leads me to the car while papa still seems to talk to Mr. Mario and the principal's father, he said,then they shook hands and followed us yanh already in the car accompanied by Mr. Mario.
I feel there is something strange between papa and Mario sir because they look familiar and I heard Mr. Mario call papa 'Om'.That was the last word I heard from Mario and there was no more conversation between them as their footsteps got closer to the car.
Papa drove the car we were driving straight home,during the journey mama unceasingly expressed her gratitude to the power because I wanted to be invited home.Mama continued to hug my body and stroke my head which was still wrapped in a white hijab, while I was still silent a thousand languages.
"Where did you sleep last night, baby?"
Mom asked me to open the conversation.
"The house of the house."
"Because your brother was looking for you at Jesi's house, he said you didn't exist?"
"I'm at Medina's house, and Rendi doesn't know the house yet."
"Son, mama and papa are sorry for hiding all this from you."
"Papa and Mama sincerely love you as much as Rendi's sister, nothing is different.We never consider you as an adopted child or anything."
Papa chimed in on my mother's words, and I was still silent.
"Mom doesn't want you to feel different if you know the truth."
"But what Grandma said is true, I should know all the truth.Or is this the reason grandma never likes me?because I'm not part of his family?"
My words made papa stop the speed of his car instantly.
"Not because of that."
Papa replied, while my mother just shook her head.
I prefer to be quiet for fear that if the battery talks too much that there will only hurt mama and papa that I know so far they are my parents.
Arriving at home, mama invited me to her room.Taken an old photo album neatly stored on the wardrobe.Even mama to ride using a chair to reach the photo album.
Opening it slowly, I silently observed the picture of the photo inside.
There is a papa, mama who looks beautiful even without wearing a hijab, a young boy, a boy,maybe she was about five or six years old and a pregnant young woman with a big belly was next to her.
"It's your real mother's house, baby."
The woman's face in the photo, the tears of my mother's eyes dripping wet the photo on the album that was on her lap.
"So my real mother is dead?"
I asked while looking carefully at a photo of a young woman with a floral canal dres and color cardigan in line with long hair unraveled to make her look beautiful and sweet.
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