My Brother
A different taste

"What class are you in, son?" Ms. Ifa asked what she really knew, because she was the one who gave birth to Beautiful.

"K - Third grade!" Lovely worried about his call to Ms. Ifa. Want to call Mama like Ibnu, Indah worried about hurting Ms Sri. Want to call Bude, Indah does not want Ms. Ifa sad to hear the child who was born did not call her with the call she should.

"A - an .....

Bu Ifa grabbed Indah's body into his embrace, but his sentence was interrupted when he saw Bu Sri coming.

"It's good to be big, SMA soon?" Basa Bu Ifa. He should call "My son" but he held it because there is a Sri Ma'am.

"Yes" replied Beautifully short because he enjoyed the warm embrace of the birth mother.

"Is this what it feels like to be embraced by my own mother? It's so different with Mom's hug!" Beautiful Inner. It is very different from Mother's birth with others even though the person has been caring for us since childhood and loves us sincerely.

Slowly Ms. Ifa let go of her embrace. Beautiful immediately up and sit near Bu Sri.

"Yesterday during the Hajj season, I look for pilgrims who come from this Regency. In Medina, I met one of the pilgrims from Jalan Mawar (House that used to be occupied by Mr. Joseph and his family). From him, I heard the news that Di Joseph had died". Story of Ms. Ifa.

"I am so sorry for the passing of Yusuf!" Furthermore Bu Ifa showed his condolences. However, Mr. Joseph was a very meritorious person to the survival of his only daughter. Although the two couples forbid him to meet Beautiful.

"Thank you, Ma'am!" Said Bu Sri. At the same time, Indah said she wanted to go play to Ana's house to get rid of her heartbreak.

"Go, Son!" Bu Sri gave permission.

Arriving at Ana's house, Indah cried in her heart and hid her tears in front of Ana.

"Hey, are you in trouble?" Ana disperse beautiful daydreams.

"No, I'm fine." The answer.

"okay?"

"Yes, fine!"

"Okay, fine! Because you're not good at lying! Furthermore Ana makes Indah sigh long and throw it rough.

"I'm confused, Na!" Beautiful start her vent.

"Why?" Ana.

"My biological mother came home....

"Seneng dong!" Ana cut out a beautiful sentence.

"That's exactly what confused me, Ana!" Further.

"What makes you confused?" Ana asked again.

"What am I confused to call him when I am among them? Among the mothers who gave birth to me and the Mother who took care of me from childhood until now!

I want to call her Mama just like my sister did. But I'm not good with Mom. I was worried he was sad when I gave the call. If I stick to my calling all this time, I'm sure that the heart of the woman holding me in her womb will hurt. A child he had born fifteen years ago called him 'Bude'!" Sahut Indah long time. While Ana can only nod trying to find a solution to the problems faced by her best friend this time.

"I'm confused too!" Ana was confused, because she was never in a beautiful position.

"But.... by the way, what did you call dong?" Ana asks back because she believes there is something beautiful to do so as not to hurt her mother.

"Yes, I didn't call anything!" The answer asked.

"I just answered her question, without calling my call. So look, when he asked me what class?

Yes, I said 'Third grade!" Beautiful with examples of questions and answers that he gave.

"Oh that!" Consider Ana who never thought that far.

The two engaged in a long chat about the plan to continue to their favorite school in their city until finally Indah paid her way home.

Meanwhile at home, Bu Sri told that all this time she loved Indah very much. Moreover, her late husband who was so pampering Beautiful, obey all that Beautiful wants though not without restrictions. So that when the father left, Beautiful became an independent figure.

Heartbroken Ms. Ifa. Although not explained, Bu Ifa already understood that the late Mr. Yusuf and Bu Sri loved Indah very much. Evidently if his daughter grew well and also always graduated with good grades when compared to Ibnu and Toni.

IFA BU POV.

At first I was very happy when Ibnu wanted to take me to meet the baby girl I gave birth to fifteen years ago. He is the most beautiful gift to me, my husband and my two sons Ibn and Didi. For that I give it a beautiful name.

Although Didik and Ibnu cried when I gave him to Dik Yusuf and Sri, I did not care because I was sure Indah would get a decent living in their hands.

Pleasure should cover my heart. Especially when my little baby who has now grown into a obedient girl enters into the arms.

But the feeling slowly disappeared as he went to his best friend's house. Especially when I asked her what class, Beautiful only answered the potluck without a frills - frills call for me.

Maybe I'm too whiny or maybe too eager to hear him call 'MAMA' just like his other brothers. But that was just wishful thinking. I'm sure someday the call 'MAMA' will be addressed to me, whether that's when. Maybe later after I leave this world.

Ting!

The message notification reads on my phone.

📱Nu already home, Mama just wait in front of the alley.

After reading the message from Ibnu, I immediately say goodbye to Dek Sri. Actually I still want to chat with Beautiful, but he prefers to leave me with a facial expression that I can not guess.

"How, Ma? Have you met Beautiful?". Ask Ibnu when we get home.

"Thank God, son! Mama's met Beautiful, chatted, even hugged her." My answer covers up the turmoil of the last attitude Indah.

"Thank God if he wants to talk until he hugs Mama!" Ibnu took a long sigh of relief raising the tip of his lips.

But the smile slowly disappeared when I saw my face that showed a sad face.

"Mom why does it still look so sad?" Ask.

"Mama wants to hear your sister call MAMA, son!" My heart lowered its face hiding tears that almost made the river.

"Patience, Ma! Maybe Adek is not used to it, as time goes by he will call you MAMA!" Ibn tried to comfort me even though his words felt piercing.

Indah is not used to calling me MAMA because since childhood I never took care of her, while Yusuf and Sri taught Indah to call me BUDE.

I went to the kitchen to prepare lunch for Ibnu as well as myself.