Mother is Not a Night Woman
A Baby Photo

That day was a weekend where Via was busy with his activities cleaning the house. Since marrying Via, Wira dismissed all domestic assistants who worked in the house. So inevitably, the task of cleaning the house is done by Via alone. One by one the rooms in the house were cleaned by the young woman.

While little Lyla was playing in the living room while watching her favorite cartoon movie. As usual, I never spend time at home. He just came home to rest. The rest was spent working in Ivan's company. And only when Wira is not at home, Lyla can wander around the house, including watching tv shows in a room.

"Lyla, watch the tv don't be long! Her eyes will hurt, baby!" said Via while mopping the floor.

"Yes Mother."

After mopping the floor, Via went to a room that was right next to the room of Wira. His gaze went around to every corner of the room which to him was so beautiful. A baby room with pink chat, complete with some baby gear. In the corner there was a shelf that had been filled with various kinds of puppets. Via recalled the words of Aunt Arum, who once told about the past of Wira with his first wife.

Means his son Mas Wira who was taken away Ma'am Shera women yes. This room is great. If Lyla had a room this good, she would be so happy. Poor son, I could only give him a narrow, stuffy room, and a worn out barbie doll. Astagfirullah, what am I thinking? Lyla's condition has improved, which is a blessing to me. Be thankful Via ... What God gives is a gift.

I started cleaning the room. His gaze was fixed on a picture of a newborn baby framed beautifully among the pile of dolls. He grabbed it, rubbed it with his fingers. There was a faint smile expanding on the face of the beautiful woman.

"Why do I feel like this baby picture looks like Lyla was a baby? Ah, all newborns are adorable, until I feel like all babies have faces similar to each other. Honey I don't have a picture of baby Lyla. I didn't have a camera or a cell phone to take pictures of it." Via put the photo back into place, then started cleaning again.

A few minutes later, Lyla called out.

"Mother!"

"Yes, Honey ..." Via paused for a moment, then headed for the room in front of the room where Lyla was watching television. "What's up, son?"

"Mother, Lyla wants milk ... Lyla is thirsty" he said in a spoiled tone as usual.

"Yes, you make it, but Lyla don't go anywhere. Wait here, yeah!"

"Yes, Mother."

Via was immediately headed downstairs where the kitchen was to make milk. While Lyla is still upstairs watching her favorite tv show. The attention of the little girl was fixed on a room that had been cleaned by the mother. From the outside, Lyla can see a room with her favorite color paint. He immediately stepped into the room.

Her little hand rubbed the doll's golden-yellow hair, the sky-blue dress that the beautiful thing wore was exactly the same as the dress that Via had made for her.

"His doll clothes are beautiful like Lyla's clothes that are sewn mother. Lyla also wants to use ah, bial same as this plinses doll." Lyla muttered a little while playing the doll in her hands. The happiness bolt became more and more visible on his face, when he realized the doll could let out a beautiful chant.

Unwittingly by Via, Wira has just arrived home. The man immediately climbed one by one the stairs to the top floor. When he was about to go to the room, his attention was focused on the television that aired the cartoon, and also the room next to which the door was open. Wira furrowed her brows, while stepping towards that room. The look on her face flattens out when she sees Lyla playing a Barbie doll.

"Who allowed you to play here?" the words of the hero surprised Lyla. The little girl stood up from her seat. The face of a hostile hero made him afraid, until he accidentally dropped the doll he had played with.

Via had just come with a glass filled with milk in his hand. Instantly the young lady looked scared, realizing what was going on there.

"I've told you, I let your son live in this house, but I don't want him to roam around freely!" said Wira staring sharply at Via.

Via lowered his head, afraid that the Hero would scold Lyla. "Sorry, Mas. I was cleaning this room, "Via looked with pity at Lyla who also seemed to feel fear, as much as possible, the woman smiled at Lyla, she said, as if to explain to Lyla that the little girl is not doing anything wrong. "Lyla Darling ... Save the doll back, yes .." said Via softly with a sincere smile.

The little girl raised her head, looked at Via and Wira alternately, then replied, "Yes, Mother." He grabbed the doll back and put it back where it was. Although it looks clearly on his face, if he really wants the doll. However, Lyla is a smart little girl and very obedient.

Via stepped in, grabbed Lyla's body and carried her. "Honey, just drink her milk in the lower room, yeah. Lyla's okay, right?" said Via while gently rubbing his son's face.

Lyla simply nodded with a slow nod, then hid her face in the niche of the mother's neck. Wira's gaze really scared him.

Via then stepped out of the room, and stopped when he was in the doorway. Without daring to stare at Wira, Via said, "Sorry, Mas. My fault. I'm not taking Lyla to this room anymore."

As usual, Wira did not reply, making Via immediately move to the middle room and turn off the tv, and then headed downstairs. Wira was alone in the nursery. He rubbed his face rough, while several long breaths. Again Via's gentleness in persuading and treating Lyla creates a feeling that is difficult to interpret.

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