Love of the Substitute Mother
Love Mother Substitute 05

Pram saw Cilla who was frowning, and went into his room. There was a pinch in his heart, but Pram still froze his heart for another woman.

" I'm sorry, Papa, son. Papa can't keep Mama by our side."

Pram said, wiping the corner of his eye. Then enter Cilla's room. Cilla seemed to be playing with her beloved doll, but her face looked sullen.

" dear, baby,...We go to..."

Pram hadn't finished speaking yet, but Cilla had already shook her head.

" Cia, get ante, Pa."

Pram smiled at Cilla, then hugged her.

" His aunt has to go home, honey. Will be here again sometime."

Cilla understood, and this afternoon Pram continued to accompany Cilla until evening. Even Cilla and Pram's dinner was brought to Cilla's room.

After her daughter sleeps, Pram comes out and heads to her own room next to Cilla's. Pram sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at the photo of Sabina in his hand at the moment.

" Dear, how are you? Are you happy there? Today Cilla is moody, from the morning Cilla is crying, and I can't calm her down. I'm not a good papa, so even I can't calm Cilla."

Pram spoke to Sabina's photo. The woman who had stolen his heart and given him the title of a father.

"Darling, I'm sorry, and don't be mad at me, because I can't be the best Papa for Cilla yet. May you be happy there, and please, come to my dream tonight. I really miss you dear. I love you.."

Then Pram took the photo to his chest, feeling he was hugging his wife, Sabina. Pram recalled the time when Sabina had to lose a lot of blood, due to complications that occurred during Cilla's childbirth.

Flashback.

" Dear, please hold on."

Pram said as he looked at Sabina who continued to weaken. Pram panic is incredible. Doctors continue to take action to stop the bleeding that occurs. Pram's hand was still holding Sabina's hand.

" Please take care, Cilla. I'm not strong anymore. Please take care of him for me. Tell him I love him so much."

After saying so, Sabina's eyes slowly closed, and her hand held off. The doctor also saw a flat-ringed device.

" Innalilahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji'un.."

The doctor said so and immediately Pram called out the name Sabina. Tears shed for a moment. Sabina's shady face was sound asleep in a long dream. And it won't open again.

Flashback.

Pram gasped, recalling the incident two years ago. All of this was still clearly visible in his eyes. Pram can only cry on his bike at night. When the shadow of the incident re-entered his memory.

Ever since Sabina's departure, Pram had turned into an extremely cold figure. Not many words said, as if half Pram's soul went with Sabina's body that had been buried.

The night was still slow, Pram tried to close his eyes, but could not. The shadow of Sabina's departure seemed to envelop her. Until Pram can't close his eyes. By dawn, Pram could close his eyes.

The next morning at the residence of Mr. Sofyan, again the sound of Cilla's cry sounded loud throughout the house. Starting from Mbok Sri, Mang Amin gardener, to Mbak Ratih who is in charge of cleaning the house, and also Mbok Nunik who is in charge of ironing and washing. Everyone persuaded the little Miss of this house. But the result is nil.

Mrs Fatma who is her own Omanya was overwhelmed to face Cilla this week. Cilla was always crying and could not be persuaded. The sound of Cilla's loud cry, woke Pram from his sleep. With a little haste, Pram approached the little girl's room.

Seeing the arrival of Pram, Mbok Nunik and Mbak Ratih chose to return to the kitchen to continue their respective work. Only behind Mbok Sri and Mang Amin there, as well as Mrs Fatma.

" dear...Nak. Cilla why cry?"

Pram took Cilla from his Omanya sling. Cilla's voice sounded very sad. Even Mbok Sri wiped his own tears, because again could not persuade Cilla.

" What's up, this? Why did Cilla cry like that in the morning?"

This time, Mr. Sofyan asked. Hearing this first grandchild cry, made Master Sofyan open his eyes.

"Mommy doesn't know, Pi. As soon as Mami walked into Cilla's room, Mbok Sri was trying to calm Cilla."

Pram is still trying to calm Cilla down. By distracting Cilla, Pram began to bring Cilla to play with the beloved dolls, but it only lasted a few minutes, after which Cilla returned to tears.

Mr. Sofyan, also tried to persuade his granddaughter, by bringing Cilla out of the room. And take her to the back garden. There is a rabbit who is often the center of attention of Cilla. Cilla looked a little sidetracked, especially when Mang Amin, released the rabbits in the yard.

But again, it was only for a moment. Cilla was crying again. Everyone felt that this time Cilla was indeed very difficult to persuade.

While in Dania's apartment. The sweet twenty-six-year-old girl was preparing to leave for the office. Dania really hates the traffic jam of the capital city, therefore, Dania prefers to come early to the office.

" Which file yesterday yes. "

Dania's still unpacking the files she'll be taking to the office this morning. But a fairly important file does not appear in the pile of other files.

Instantly Dania patted her eel.

" Oiya.kemarin will still be checked by Mr. Sofyan. How I forgot sich."

Then Dania tried to call the number of the company leader. On the second ring, the call was answered. But it was not the voice of Mr. Sofyan that was heard, but the sound of Cilla's cry.

" Hello, Good morning, sir."

Then Dania began to ask about the file, and asked if the file wanted her to pick up at home. It turned out that Mr. Sofyan's voice was blocked by Cilla's cry. Makes Dania even more wondering, what's wrong with Cilla.

Finally by gathering her courage, Dania came to the house of Mr. Sofyan. The housekeeper who already knew Dania allowed the sweet girl to enter. Upon entering the mansion, Dania's gaze was fixed on Pram who looked down on her face and squeezed her hair, as well as the sound of Cilla's crying.

"Good morning, sir. "

Pram raised his head and saw who was greeting. Then Pram nodded small. And left Dania alone in the room. Dania pu is getting confused. Before long it seemed that Mrs Fatma was coming from the direction of the back garden while holding a crying Cilla.