Mother to My Children
Chapter 102

Syafira never really hated her mother. But more to the longing and disappointment that is so deep. He still did not expect his mother would end up like this.

After seeing the news on television, Syafira and Bara immediately confirmed the news to the hospital where his mother's body was located.

I don't know what really happened to the woman who gave birth to him, why he could live in a very small contract, so he prefers to end his life. The police confirmed that her mother had ended her own life. A silly decision that Syafira makes.

And finally, this is what Syafira can do as her service to the woman, taking care of and burying her mother properly. Although there was no good impression between them, Syafira still felt the loss of her mother. Now there is really no more of his mother in this world. Even to the end, he and his mother had not made peace. There was a sense of regret in him, if only he knew that his mother was going this fast, Syafira would very much like to say if he misses her so much, never for a second did he miss the woman who had the heart to leave her family for the sake of the other man. At least that's all he can do.

No tears have come out of Syafira's eyes since she arrived at the hospital to take care of her mother's body until now when her mother has been buried. But since then, he has been staring at his mother's grave.

Not many who followed the funeral procession, only a few people closest to Syafira alone, Miss Lidya, Varell, om John, two friends and doctor Rendra. Husband and children continued his mother no one cared. Syafira suspects that her mother and husband's relationship is not okay, perhaps because Bara refused to help her husband's company. But, was not that time Bara gave a lot of money. I don't know, Syafira doesn't want to know anything about her mother's new family. He just did his job as a child.

"Honey, let's go home, the children are waiting in the car," said Bara holding both shoulders Syafira who had just stared blankly at his mother's grave. Everyone present had already left the place.

"Yes," said Syafira.

On the way home, Syafira remained silent. He only occasionally chimed in the babble of his two children.

"Mother, who died earlier?" ask Nala. Since joining the funeral earlier, the little girl harbored a sense of curiosity.

"That's it, dear mother's mother" replied Syafira.

"really? Nala never saw what her face was like? What's beautiful like mom?" asked the girl, she stood her head gawking between the front seats.

Syafira smiled, "Yes, pretty," she replied.

"Why haven't we seen her, mom, has Grandma been away all this time?" ask Nathan who is no less curious, typical of children who always want to know and know.

"Emmm, yes far, far away" replied Syafira. All this time he never knew where his mother's whereabouts were not really far away. At least still one territory until when his mother met him only he knew it. Maybe because of lifestyle differences so far that they never met in the same place. Close in the eyes deep in the heart, that's how he thought.

"Honey do not talk to the mother continue, pity the mother is not feeling well again," said Bara who was driving.

"Sorry mother" said the two.

Nathan and Nala were silent. Left people dead it must be sad, must be mother merka sad until not feeling well, they thought.

"Ngakpapa mas" said Syafira. He turned his head, his two children looked down and silent, "Mother is okay, you don't be sad about it," he said smiling.

Nala lifted her face, "Is your mother really okay? Don't be sad, there's still Nala, Nathan and daddy" he said.

"Dear, my mother is not sad. There are still children of mothers who love this bundle" Syafira said. Nathan and Nala smiled, and Syafira smiled.

"Ehem!" Bara glanced at Syafira.

"Yes, his father too" said Syafira. Bara smiled and stroked Syafira's hair gently.

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Syafira seemed to be sitting leaning and holding a pillow in her room. When he got home, he was alone in his room. In his hand, he holds a picture of his family, the only memory he has with his mother.

"Why, why would you prefer a path like this. What I really mean is nothing until I'd rather die. Even our last meeting punt we're not okay,"he muttered rubbing the photi.

" Dad, now that I've been followed by father, dad says that whenever father love the same mother who has given birth to Fira the same Adel," Syafira always remembered her father's message that she should not hate her mother for anything she had done. Instead his father felt he was the most guilty for not being able to make his mother happy until his mother left them and sought her own happiness.

"Don't hate your mother, she's innocent. It's all the father's fault that can't make him happy. Until whenever she remains your mother, regardless of anything she has ever done" said her father at the time.

"Fira doesn't hate mommy well, no. Fira's just disappointed, Fira kangen..." Syafira could no longer hold back her tears. As soon as the Adek that he had, he became even more afraid, that if his brother finally gave up and left him.

Chequek! the sound of the door being opened, Syafira hurriedly rubbed her face in a frenzy.

"Eh mas's... Want some dinner? I prepared for a moment" he said, hiding the photo under a pillow.

"Dear, it's just mas here bring you food. From noon you have not eaten" Bara approached Syafira with a tray of food.

"Thank you, I just came down to eat malm, eh mas makein for me," said Syafira smiling, trying to hide her sadness.

Bara sat attacking, he put the tray on the bed, precisely in front of Syafira, "You want a bribe? It's good again," he joked.

"When else will I be, Bara nyuapin" said Syafira, confirming his sitting position.

"Ck, if you want every day also mas bribe dear," Bara began scooping food in front of him.

"The kids are sleeping?" ask syadira6 while chewing the food that just entered his mouth.

"Udah" answered Bara.

"It's definitely soy sauce, mommy nginep right?"

"Hem, have died also neglonin the twins I see," replied Bara who was directly in the taboo by Syafira.

"Ngawur, my own mother said she was dead" Syafira said.

"Well, don't laugh. Mas miss your cheerful face, since it was cloudy," Bara rubbed the remaining tears that were still attached to Syafira's cheeks. He knew his wife had just cried.

"Never feel alone, there are still mas and children who love you,. Like Nala said. Adel will also be cured," he added. His heart rippled when he said about Adel, his guilt again disturbed his feelings. He has done the best treatment for his sister-in-law, but until now has not been aware.

Syafira smiled, the touch of her husband's hand so warmed her heart, "thank you, ma'am" she said.

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