Love Navysah
Our promise

POV Davian

I never expected to meet an adorable little boy at a Cafe, he came up to me as I replied to a chat from my mom who terrorized me every day, always ask when and when I get married. The message has always been the same in the last few months, if I don't reply I'm sure my mom will call, if I turn off my phone, somehow she's bugging me through my brother and sister here.

I was frustrated, depressed, screaming, angry with my mom but I knew how she felt.I knew she wanted her kids to get married and have kids.

I turned my head when a little boy called me with the word "father", I was confused I looked left right was I really called.yes, he called me father. So did my friend who is also called father.

Plain smile boy, his chattering cheriwis.he wears a cocoa shirt and his little sack bag so it looks adorable.I'm attracted to him, I hear every word that comes out of his mouth, he said,I looked at my eyes with my tails were two veiled women and one of them was her mother.

My female friend was also interested in the little boy. A handsome, friendly, smart, cheerful, generous smile.that's the first impression for her.

He approached me, and I grabbed him. At first the mother told him to get off my lap and not bother me. But I said, it's okay.

I asked her name turned out Raffa, with her lisp sound made me anxious.she opened her picture book, I saw every picture of her.she started coloring.

I asked her every question she answered quickly, she was a responsive and intelligent child in my opinion.My female management always teased Raffa, kissed her. And he said "don't kiss raffa ya aunty" she said, all laughing at her innocent behavior.

He chews on the food he feeds, with his mouth full of food wanting it to taste like I pinched his cheek.

He opened his bag, took out all the contents in his bag. And someone fell on the floor, I saw a family photo. Aq thinks this must be his parents, because I see the woman in the photo is the same as the one I saw earlier with Raffa.

I put the photo back in her bag, I saw in her bag a card for her mother. I read and I took a picture of his business card, I was thinking who knew I needed it because his mother had a business in convection, who knows can work with me who is still pioneering in a field that is not much different.

I saw him open a small book, it turns out that iqro books are usually for teaching. He began to read every Hijaiyah. And he asked us "father and aunt can pay?" plain ask

Aq tried asking, who taught him. She replied "mama and her teacher".I feel proud of her parents who taught religion as a child.

When she gets bored, and she wants to pee. The mbak will drive him but I offer to take raffa to the toilet. Her mother did not want to be afraid of being kidnapped.

I negotiated that I could not kidnap him and the mother always drove him to the front of the men's toilet. While the mother waited in front of the toilet.

I tried to ask her father what his name was, but his answer made me feel full.

His father's name, he's in heaven. God loves father. That's his answer, full of sadness

My eyes glazed over to hear his words.This little boy could firmly answer my question.

He started asking"would you like to be my dad"?

I was confused as to what to answer, I asked her "Raffa wants to have a father?"

He nodded his head quickly. There was a tinge of pain in my chest, a pity in my heart. I tightly embraced this little boy. And I said firmly "yes, I want to be a raffa father but this is our secret yes no one should know father will be a raffa father, mother should not know yes" I asked

He nodded and smiled at me.

"Promise yes well" said raffa

"yes, I promise" I'll pay