Love on the verge of suffering
Love on the verge of suffering 177

Zara stepped into the room where she used to be as long as her mother had not died sleeping in that room and always slept with her mother. Until one day he was confused, his mother was not there and never again accompanied him to sleep. The pain was felt until Zara herself was confused how to treat the wound.

Later he just found out that all this time it turns out his mother has gone and will never come back again. Her mother has died, and what makes Zara even more sad is that her mother was killed in front of her.

The woman carrying the mother of two children entered her house and observed every spoon of her childhood home, and also every object that was still arranged like she used to live in that house. After looking around at each side of the room he went into his mother's room and laid himself on their bed.

"Mom, Zara is now in our bedroom used to sleep, do you feel it? Ara misses Mom, is she missing Ara now?" racau Zara with both eyes that can no longer stem her tears.

"Mom, if at that time Ara could understand that Mother was being examined by poison, maybe Ara could still sleep with Mother. Ara's a fool, ma'am, Ara's not a good kid."

Zara continued to fumble, she thought she had returned. He continued to speak as if there was a mother in front of him.

Without feeling so much cape thought, and crying because of his outpouring of heart on his mother who was gone Zara also fell asleep soundly in the bed where he could sleep with his late mother.

Zifa from behind the door cried bitterly when she heard her brother's curses. He did let Zara do what she wanted to do in this house.

Zifa looked again at her mother's house, which had many holes in the roof, indicating that the house was old and that rain would leak.

"Mom what if this house Ifa renov and in the rebuild I'll like it?" inner Zifa, he will negotiate with his brother considering Zara has also changed a lot and can be invited to discuss their home.

Zifa actually believes that her mother and father will not be angry considering that what they aspire to is to improve their residence which is very concerned about her condition. Maybe compared to the neighbors. Their home is the least livable home.

"Tante, we pick up the fruit yuk lambutan," said the King managed to surprise the daydreams of Zifa, the King who seems very happy to be in the house of his mother's childhood relics, the King, even he does not stop playing running around with the Queen, especially their home page is spacious and safe for children to play.

Alwi also let them despite their dirty clothes and straws, something that is very rare in Bandung. For there the floor is not the ground as in the house of Zifa.

"Did the tree bear fruit?" asked Zifa, even she was so kangeinya with this house to not pay attention to any fruit that was bearing fruit in their house. Indeed, in their childhood home a lot in the cultivation of fruit, so that when the fruit season like this then they will be very happy, because the fruit is many and live pickled.

"Aunty fruit, and many, but Latu was afraid of the lambutan fruit," whispered the King, to the tente.

"The queen is not afraid, just amused by her skin that has a lot of hair and if it is glued to her skin she will feel amused," said the Queen.

"Oh well, why fear, the rambutan is sweet." Zifa tried to ask the Queen who was standing not far from the King,

"Yes sweet Aunt, but Latu doesn't like any amused feathers" replied the Queen shuddering as if she was in a state of foresight.

Zara followed the two little boys and saw her husband climbing while the Alwis below gathered the fruits that Ghava had picked from the top of the rambutan tree. High enough but the twigs are safe and good to climb so Ghava is good at climbing them.

"Oh my God, can you climb a tree?" zifa asked enthusiastically to see her husband who was on a tree. Her plaintiff took her phone to capture Ghava climbing on a tree. It was so rare that Zifa hurriedly photographed it.

"Don't you doubt my dear, I used to be a mainstay of friends if I stole the fruit belonging to a neighbor" Ghava replied proudly.

Well, friends just wait under the tree he is relied upon to climb. Pancen her husband Zifa...

"You're still a child, you don't know what it's like at that age. Not because of lack, surely our parents can afford to buy the fruits, but gush together with friends fruit have neighbors it tastes different, Although the fruit that is stolen it still feels asem in voraciously," bela Ghava, of course the King and Queen do not know what Omnya means.

"Therefore Va, only if I, because he ever broke his hand because he fell from a tree so there is a sense of trauma if he wants to go up to a tree," said Alwi.

Well, the days of children will indeed feel the process for the sake of the process, like the experience of two people. Actually it is not allowed to steal, but sometimes there is a time when children are imbued with a wayward, like Ghava, not mean the magnitude of being a thief, there will certainly be a time when he is ashamed of his actions, he said, and he will limit his work, most importantly the role of parents always provide education that it is wrong.

Huaaa.... In the midst of his cool picking rambutan by telling the Queen to cry loudly, who else did it, of course his own brother. Ghava himself was so cool picking rambutan even without realizing they had picked very much.

"Why the hell Bang?" alwi asked the King and the King of the perpetrators immediately ran away, for fear that in the pursuit of Zifa who had pointed his horses would pursue the King.

"Papa Abang, love the wail in Latu's clothes," sobbed the Queen by walking slowly and held her hair so as not to puncture the skin of her back.

"Switch..." Zifa was really chasing after the child. Indeed he was very ignorant could not see the Queen silent, always looking for an opportunity to make him cry.

"Queen, here dear, Papah take," said Alwi with half a chuckle, it is very exciting to have a child who is the same age as this, already know his brother amused with rambutan skin even put on his shirt, who else if not the King, who is ignorant there is no opponent.

"Awas Papah, be careful when it sticks to Latu's skin," the boy had already bristled around imagining that his coarse-haired skin was stuck to his skin.

"It won't be a shame, will Papah hold it," replied Alwi by pointing at his hair that had been successfully taken from his waist.

"Is there anything that sticks?" ask the Queen to make sure that her skin is not attached.

"It's not cleaned up." Alwi was shaking the Queen's clothes. Not forgetting the Queen thanked me.

"Aunty... Forgive me.." The King who was captured by the King, and his stomach in the squid by Zifa, he who felt amused could only laugh chuckles and groan begs for forgiveness.

"May Aunt forgive, but apologize first to the Queen," said Zifa by lowering the King.

"One I'm sorry I'm ignorant" said the king, sticking out his hand.

"Didn't want ah, Abang mah jail transparent," replied the Queen by hiding her hand to the back of not wanting to repay him the hand of the King.

"You if you don't forgive me, I love you again" the King threatened. The plaintiff wants to take the rambutan that has been one pile.

"Youngpam... Papahs... Brother apologized not sincerely," said the Queen to refer the King.

"Abang his true apology dong," said Alwi and the King also started it.

"Well now it's the Queen's turn, don't hide her hand." Again, the boy finally followed the word Alwi welcomed the hand of the King. The two twins embraced each other.

From the street, Abas who followed them was crying so much that he could never feel the moment.more he also just got the news that Orlin was suing for divorce himself, he said, and even Abas had not had time to visit the condition of his daughter with Orlin, who felt down syndrome.