Mother Connect For My Son
Part 6's
...I.B.U.S.A.M.B.U.N.G.U.N.T.U.K.A.N.A.K.K.U...
...“Say to My servants who transgress against themselves, do not despair of the mercy of Allah. Indeed, Allah forgives all sins, He is the Most Forgiving, the Most Merciful. So return to your Lord and surrender to Him before the coming of the torment and you can no longer find help.”...
...(.(.QS. Az-zumar [39];53-54)....
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The children in school uniforms ran cheerfully here and there not caring about the cries of their parents who asked to be careful.
Childhood is a time when we do not think about complicated things, only naps are the biggest problem for children.
Elea smiled bitterly, her eyes filled with regret. Was the repentance he had been forgiven all along? His mind always said, not yet.
“Bunah!” shouted the little girl who was none other than Cila. The figure that had been waiting for Elea.
Today Cila is wearing a school uniform with well-groomed hair. The tulip curler was draped in the little girl's ear.
“Halo Darling, duh little elf mother today is very beautiful.” Praise Elea, she took Cila into the sling.
“A long time ago, Neng?”
“No, Bi. It was out of the new store here. I guess it's too late it's still quiet.” Clearly Elea, Bi Mia simply nodded. Smiling faintly as she looked at Cila who was hugging Elea tightly.
Since this morning, the boy had been babbling to leave early. I can't wait to see my mom she said.
The message that Elea sent seemed to be her encouragement when she left for school. How not, the mother said if she could not come home and in return Elea would accompany Cila at school.
“That's who Cila is?” The female teacher asked when she saw Elea. Now Cila is more courageous to go to the front of the class. Even enthusiastically raise your hand as the teacher asks a question.
“Bunah Tila.” Answer with pride.
“Wah, Mommy Cila is beautiful huh?”
Cila nodded quickly “Tantik rich Tila.” The teacher smiled, and found a new character. Cila used to be an indifferent figure even tends to be passive, only active with the closest people only.
“Bunah great, Bunah towel. Tila wanted to be rich!” Cila continued to babble and not infrequently he showed Elea to his friends.
My mother is great, my mother is a champion, my mother is beautiful and so on.
Elea and Bi Mia were sitting on a wooden chair in the garden near the Cila school. The home bell had rung, they were waiting for an invitation.
A light conversation occurred, Elea also had time to ask about whether Cila had told her father about Elea. Not yet was the answer thrown from Bi Mia's mouth.
If Cila hasn't told me, then why did the man help him yesterday?
Unknowingly, Elea repeatedly rubbed her pained cheeks. I don't know how many balloons he blew.
There was an activity with the parents. Elea was in charge of blowing the balloons and Cila was in charge of collecting the balloons into the basket.
“Sick, Neng?” Ask Bi Mia
“Slightly ache, Bi.”
“Bunah takit?” Cila approached when she heard her mother in pain.
“Tila wolves huh? Sorry Tila Bunah, live hand Tila.” A tight hug shrieked Elea's neck. Wet, as Elea felt after hearing sobs from Cila's mouth.
Elea surprised “Who said you left Cila?”
“Kata temen Tila, if naughty later the bunnya pelgi ninggalin Tila. Tila make bunah takit, Tila naughty, huaaaaa”
“Mother will not miss Cila kok, Darling.”
“Benelan?”
“Iya Darling,”
“But Bunah takit,”
“Who said? Mother is sick, Bundakan strong.”
“Benel?”
“Iya,”
“Tila airing bunah, bunah later hand stayin Tila.”
“Iya Darling.”
Elea took Cila's little finger and hooked it with her little finger. “Promise little finger,”
“Tanti pinky strap.” Cila repeated Elea's words.
Elea looked towards Bi Mia, then looked at Cila and said “But there is one condition.”
“Talat, what is Bunah?”
Elea explained that the terms are something that should be fulfilled with the agreement should not be denied, Cila nodded her head in understanding.
“What are the tools Bunah?”
“Cila don't tell me the same Papih if Cila met mother.”
Cila was silent for a moment while Elea and Bi Mia looked at each other. Both of them were looking for answers if Cila asked why.
Allegedly wrong, Cila actually nodded “Katian Buna, Buna starch afraid tama Papih.”
Cila's small hand rubbed Elea's cheek. Warm, and comfortable as Cila's little finger touched Elea's skin.
A sense that somehow enveloped the two. The unexpected encounter was able to bring a new sense to the bloodless figure.
The last chat because the driver had arrived and Cila and Bi Mia rushed into the car. The boy continued to wave until Elea was lost from his sight.
Arda, mastered Elea's mind right then and there.
What does that guy really think about him? Elea looked at the jacket she kept in her bag. He wanted to return it through Bi Mia, but somehow his heart said not to.
**
The concluding sentence of the study that Elea attended. Her tears were dripping behind a brown bogo helmet. His fingers clasped the motor lever tightly.
The night was cloudy, yet invisible from the darkness. Elea pulled over at the mini market. The body is not wet, because it stops before it rains.
Night Eve coupled with the rain added the impression of cold, even the thick aroma of asphalt smelled clearly.
“23 thousand,”
Elea took the blue money and handed it to the cashier.4 packs of bread and one bottle of drink had been in the white crackle.
Elea went out of the mini market and began looking for a figure who had stolen her attention.
The little boy who was sheltering behind his rickshaw. The rain had subsided, but the boy did not budge from his place.
“Dek!” call Elea.
The child looked over, his eyes were weak and there were even holes in some places on the clothes he was wearing.
“Have eaten?”
The boy shook his head “Not yet,” he continued.
“You want bread?”
Elea handed me the crackle bag, long enough and there was no movement from the child.
“Why?” Ask Elea.
“Make me, Auntie?” Elea replied with a nod.
“Free?” tanyanya back.
Elea smiled knots while nodding “Iya, make you.”
“Thank you very much, Aunt.”
Just a few packs of bread and a glass of drink can create happiness in the eyes of others. Although we think not much, it looks valuable in their eyes.
“Goodnight,” greet a man standing not far from Elea's position. Her voice, Elea as if she had heard it before.
“You!” with a reflex body, Elea moved away a little. The man was standing next to Elea.
“There is a little windfall for you,” he took some 50 thousand pieces of money from the wallet and put into the palm of the boy earlier.
The response was the same as when Elea gave bread. “Make me, Om?”
“Sure,”
“Om didn't mean to kidnap me, did you? I'm poor, Om, my parents are sick have no money to make me,” he said, really heartfelt.
“Gift for you,”
Elea continued to observe the conversation of the 2 men in front of her.
“Gift? What am I doing, Om?”
“Gift because you have become a dutiful child, useful for your parents,”
“Truly, Om?”
“Iya,”
“Om no kidding?”
“No,”
“Thank you very much, Om.”
The boy pedaled his pedal with excitement after saying goodbye. The radiance of happiness was clearly imprinted on his face.
“Hai!” the man blocked Elea's movement to turn the motor on.
“Still remember me?” tanyakanya.
“You what?”
“Connecting cablegrace,”
Elea rang “I mean?”
“Forward! I'm sorry if our previous meeting was less wearing,”
“You followed me?”
“Ga intentionally clay,”
Elea just grunts “Express,”
The man in front of him is just indifferent while shrugging.“How's it? We cement?” tanyakanya.
“Now!”
“Why? Am I too handsome to make you minder?” rolling up the shirt he was wearing, the man looked back at Elea.
“No interest!”
Elea quickly turned the key that had been installed in place, turned on and pulled the lever until the motor walked away.
While the man was just silent while continuing to look at the back that is increasingly visible.
“Jutek but make deg-degan!”