Mother to My Children

Mother to My Children
Chapter 11


"Mother same daddy from where?" nala asked as soon as she saw Syafira enter the hall and was followed by Bara behind her.


"Wind out for a while" replied Syafira.


Syafira approached Nathan and Nala, and they were joking. Bara who saw the happiness of his two children, felt pain in his chest. If only the one who was joking with the twins was Olivia, surely he would be happier to see her. But fate is destiny, if God has decided to take back what He entrusted, then nothing can change it. As Bara hoped, Olivia would never return to their midst.


Bu Lidya saw Bara, he understood how his daughter-in-law felt. During her life, Olivia was the most understanding of the nature of Bara. Only he can calm the bar.


"Let the children enjoy happiness today, you should be happy too" Lidya patted Bara on the shoulder.


"Of course Bara is happy ma," Bara said.


In another corner there is a pair of eyes that do not like to see the closeness of Syafira with the twins. Especially when you hear the twins call her by the name of mother, making her ears feel hot.


Yeah, she's Sonya, the woman she says is Olivia's best friend. However, in reality she had always been jealous of what Olivia had in her lifetime. Especially about Bara. Sonya who introduced Olivia to Bara, she also first liked Bara. However, Bara does not love her, she falls in love with Olivia from the first time Sonya introduces them.


"Who exactly is that girl? Why do the twins call her Mother? even Varel was just plain indifferent, so friendly and always praising him. It can't be him...Ah no-no! no way! Has Bara moved on from Olive? If so, I should have changed her position, "inner Sony wondered.


"Pending to the toilet for a second?" pamit Syafira to Nathan and Nala and is countered by both.


Seeing Syafira go to the toilet, Sonya put down a glass filled with drinks that she had been holding and was about to catch up with Syafira.


"Where are you going?" ask Varel to Sonya.


"Toilet for a minute" replied Sonya.


Syafira just came out of the toilet, surprised by the presence of Sonya who was standing in front of the toilet door.


"Mister Sonya wants to come in? Please mbak, I'm done" Syafira said. Although he was a little surprised, because Sonya could go to another toilet, in the house there are many bathrooms.


"Wait!" Sonya stopped Syafira, and Syafira turned her head.


"Yes Miss?"


"You don't expect to be Osmaro's young mistress here" Sonya said sarcastically.


"Who is Osmaro?" syafira asked innocently, because he did not know about the family.


"You dare to ask the twins to call you mother, but you don't know who Osmaro is? Barata ken Osmaro,"


"Oh, that's the name of the widower" Shafira murmured in her heart.


"Do you understand what I mean?" ask Sonya.


"You're not as level as Bara. How much Bara wants to be the same boy! So don't even think about taking Olivia's place! you fucking matre chick!" sonya's voice began to be unpleasant to hear by Syafira's ears.


"Mbak already? it's my turn to talk. First, the twins wanted to call me mother, not me who told them to. Second, don't worry, even though I'm still a boy but I can already make a boy!" syafira said boldly. He would hate to have someone oppress him.


"Bare to you!" Sonya raised her hand to slap Syafira. However, Syafira swiftly caught Sonya's hand, before her hand landed on Syafira's cheek.


"What right did you slap me? My parents never said anything rude, let alone slapped me. Ma'am who is nobody I know also does not play just slap,"


"Let go! you don't know who I am?" Sonya gets even more angry while trying to release the grip of Syafira's hand.


"Yes, I know. You are a public figure. Honestly, at first I was pretty good with you, but now my respect for you has dropped dramatically. How would your fans if they knew his idol like this was his attitude," Shebik Syafira, then he let go of Sonya's hand and immediately turned back, walking away from Sonya who was still in shock. It turned out that the girl was not that easy on the opponent.


"People who want to marry a widower!" muttered Syafira while walking back to the party venue. He was upset, why every time he knew or was close to the rich, always accused of being non-nonsense, not level, not, just want to morotin his treasure alone alias matre and other accusations that always make him feel sad in his heart. What is so low is the view of the rich against the poor like Syafira, including the family of doctor Rendra who always looked down on him. That is what makes Syafira not reciprocate the feelings of doctor Rendra and choose to hide his own feelings for the handsome doctor.


Moreover, he was said to be a boy with a mocking tone, of course Syafira did not accept. Circumstances always force him to be more mature than his age. Since childhood, he had to help his father work in the store after school while looking after his sister. He also had to study, because Syafira did not want to burden his father with school fees, so Syafira who does have above average intelligence always get a scholarship until he was in college today. He continued to study and learn because he did not want to lose his scholarship.


"Know what he is about my life," she grumbled in her heart.


"Syafira why?" ask Lidya ma'am, when Syafira approached her with a face still looks upset.


"Why don't you, ma'am" Syafira's face immediately changed 180 degrees. His face now turned cheerful. The smartest shafira hides his feelings if he is sad, he does not want others to know, he just wants to share happiness with others.


"It looks like I have to go home now ma'am" said Syafira.


"Well, what's the rush?"


"Yes, this was a customer who ordered a cake and had to be in between tonight ma'am, anyways the event is also finished right? the guests have also gone home," replied Syafira, because it was in the toilet he opened a message from one of his customers, and planned to leave after the toilet.


" Let's wait a minute, Bara still have a job above for a while, let him take you home later," said Bu Lidya who was holding Nala.


"No need ma'am, I take a taxi" Syafira said.


"Let me deliver" said Varel, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.


"No, you just take Miss Sonya, it seems like her mood is bad" Syafira said.


"Well, Bara came, Bara inter-Syafira came home, son," ordered Lidya ma'am.


"Keep me how's aunt?" asked Sonya who just emerged from the toilet.


"You can get between Varel, yes" said Bu Lidya smiling. Actually he also liked if Sonya became Bara's wife, but she leaned more towards Syafira and the children also liked Syafira.


Sonya can only throw a disappointed breath, she can not be angry, she does not want the image she built so far just destroyed.


"Yes, come on, Rel, take me home" said Sonya. He was ready and went home first.


"Liar among the drivers" said Bara looking towards Syafira.


"Weh, it's not polite! you're the one who picked it up, you're the one who took it, hurry!" lidya ma'am's orders.


"Yes daddy, take the mother home pity," Nala and Nathan approach Syafira.


"Mother going home?" ask Nathan.


"Dear, you still have a job" replied Syafira.


"Thank you for everything mom, thank you for making delicious tarts and macaroons. Thank you for giving a special gift to Nala and Athan" said Nala.


"Thank you for letting me call you today" Nathan continued.


"Sama-sama, mother is also happy if you are happy. Remember yes, Nala and Nathan should be good, obedient, smart and should always be healthy and happy" Syafira said. He felt that his obligation had been done, he had fulfilled his promise to make cakes and also came to their birthday events, plus bonuses to be called mother by them. Maybe after this they will not meet again, Syafira thought.


The twins nodded at the same time, confirming Syafira's message.


Syafira hugged both of them before she finally stepped out.


"Can we meet again later?" ask Nala. Shafira stopped her footsteps, she turned her head.


"Of course, if there is a mate, we will definitely meet again" Syafira smiled, although in her heart she did not expect any more business with the rich family. But, if you remember the twins, it seems he also wants to meet them again, he really likes children especially children as smart and funny as the twins.


"Okay, mother be careful!"


"Mother be careful" Nathan continued.


Syafira nodded and smiled, saying,


"Assalamu'alaikum" said Syafira.


"Wa'alaikumsalam mother," answered Nala and Nathan compactly, last calling Shafira mother before she actually left.


"Wa'alaikumsalam" said Bu Lidya.


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Bara and Syafira are already in the car, on their way to the Shafira cake shop. Something caught Bara's attention this time, namely the silence of Syafira. It was not unusual for the girl to be silent without saying a word since they had left the Osmaro residence earlier.


The car stopped for a while because of the red light. Just then, Syafira opened the glass of Bara's car, it was like seeing someone he knew and had not met for a long time.


"He is. could it be.." That's the only word that came out of Syafira's mouth.


Bara who heard it only scrunched his forehead, not knowing what the girl sitting next to him was thinking. The car was driven back by the green light.


Along the way there was no conversation between the two until they arrived in front of the cake shop owned by Syafira.


"Together" said Syafira, unbending her seatbelt.


"Eh...?" Bara did not understand what Syafira meant.


"Om going to say thank you for coming and making your kids happy, right?" syafira said without shame.


"G R!" bara Cebik.


Syafira did not say, his focus turned to the figure of a man sitting in front of his shop, then he smiled. He got out of the car and went straight to the man.


"Ck, just now I've been quietly breaking up, now suddenly smiling like that," decak Bara who saw Syafira greeting the man who Bara thought was Syafira's girlfriend named Wiliam, he did not see the man's face because it was blocked by the body of Syafira.


Bara again clucked and sighed, then drove his car back.


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