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Maira's request

After leaving, we finally arrived home.

"Yuna!" maira shouted while running towards me. The little girl looked so happy to welcome us.

"Hello Honey!" sapaku, squatting aligns the body in order to embrace Maira. A moment later, we hugged each other to let go of the longing.

"Buna, why is Buna long-time bully?" ask Maira, lisp.

"I'm sorry, Mother Dear. 'And Mother must take care of Om first," I replied as I turned to the Fatwa who was standing behind us.

"Eh, there's Om too" said Maira letting go of her embrace. A second later, Maira ran towards the Fatwa.

I saw the man crouching and spread out his hands. Shortly after Maira entered into his arms, Fatwa then stood up and held Maira close to me.

"Blu, Fat. Maira don't carry. You, 'will be healed, '" my protest that saw Fatwa grimace a little while walking while carrying Maira.

"It's okay, Res. Not Maira. You can also carry me if you want," joked Fatwa who immediately made my cheeks blush perfectly.

"What the hell, Fat," I answered softly shoulder Fatwa.

"Hehehe," Fatwa chuckled at my attitude.

"Come on Non Maira. Let's take a shower!" bring a girl who is no longer a stranger to me.

"I-ida." I was so surprised to see Ida in my house. For a moment I looked towards my mother.

"Let's explain, sister. Now, you take Nak Fatwa to her room," replied Mama who seemed to understand the meaning of my gaze. "Da, please bathe Maira, yes," Mama's pinta told Ida.

"Well, ma'am" replied Ida, taking Maira from the Fatwa.

After Maira was handed over to her nanny, I took Fatwa to the guest room.

"This is his room, Fat. You can rest here" I said as I placed the Fatwa bag on the table.

"Thank you, Res" replied Fatwa.

I just nodded in response to the Fatwa's words. Because I was curious about Ida's presence, I immediately came out.

"Res go first, get some rest!" I said to Fatwa.

"All right" replied Fatwa.

After closing the door to Fatwa's room, I immediately met Mama in her room.

Wh-tok-tok!

"Ma, can you come in?" I asked Mama's permission to enter her room.

"Just go inside, brother. The door was not locked" Mama replied from inside the room.

I pressed the door handle and pushed it. My mom put clothes in the closet.

"Can we talk to you for a second, Ma?" ask me to Mama.

"About?" Mom asked while continuing her activities.

"About Ida, Ma," I replied.

Mom stopped her activities. He turned and approached me who was sitting on the edge of the bed. A moment later, my mother sat beside me.

"Yes, Brother. Mama brought Ida here to take care of Maira. Because honestly, the beginning of Maira coming to this house, Mama and Rayya find it difficult to silence Maira who always cries and asks you. Rayya proposes that Mama hire a nanny. However, no caregiver is comfortable with Maira's attitude. So I decided to find Ida again. Thank God, with the help of her father's mobile number Maira from Zein, Mama also asked Ida to come to this house and take care of Maira again," said Mama at length.

I can only hear Mama's story.

"I'm sorry, Brother. Because of Brother's decision to take care of Maira, Mama and Rayya became bothered," I said feeling bad.

"Ish, it's okay, brother. After all, it is our duty to take care of orphans. The symptoms are big, Brother, if we take care of and care for orphans or orphans," replied Mama.

I smile. Honestly, I am very proud to have such an understanding mother. He was always there in my hardest times. In fact, he was always the first to support all my decisions. My mother is my best friend at the same time. And I'm really lucky to have him.

"Yes, rest Brother. You must be tired after taking care of Nak Fatwa in the hospital for weeks" Mama ordered.

Yes, what Mom said is true. My body is really tired. Even my weight dropped by a few pounds. Maybe the effect of lack of sleep as well. Finally, after saying goodbye to Mama, I headed to the room to rest.

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This afternoon, after returning from college, I saw Maira sitting alone in the back gazebo. His eyes look empty. The swing bench that Zein deliberately installed at Mama's request, he did not play. Usually, Maira's afternoons always ask Ida to swing in the back garden.

Suddenly, Ida passed in front of me carrying a bowl filled with pieces of fruit. I stopped Ida's steps with a question. "Maira why, Da?"

Ida was surprised to hear my voice. Maybe he didn't realize I was watching Maira.

"Astaghfirullah!" peekkik Ida's.

"Eh, sorry Da," I said, feeling guilty for making Ida surprised.

"Eh, it's okay Non," replied Ida.

"That's Maira why Da? Why is he daydreaming alone in there?" I repeated the same question to Ida.

"Non Maira is having a snack, Non," replied Ida.

"Riggers?" my ulama while linking the eyebrows together, "why do you, Da?" ask again.

"Last noon, Non Maira came to Fatwa sir's room. He saw Fatwa packing. When Non Maira found out if Mr. Fatwa was going home tomorrow, Non Maira was crying. He doesn't want Fatwa to leave. He said Mr. Fatwa was his father, so he could not leave him again like the late Mr. Rizal," Ida said.

I was quite surprised to hear Ida. What all this time, Maira considers if Fatwa is the Rizal bang? my inner.

"Yes already, Non. Ida bribe Non Maira first, yes," said Ida.

I prevented it. "It doesn't matter, Da. Let me just."

I took over the bowl of fresh fruit from Ida's hand. A moment later, I set foot into the gazebo.

"Hi, Honey!" my broom when I get near Maira.

I could see an expression of shock from Maira. However, a second later he smiled welcoming my arrival.

"Holleee, Buna has come home" she cried, standing waving her hands.

I smiled and immediately sat facing Maira. "Here, kiss Mother!" my door to Maira.

The little girl came over and kissed me on the cheek. "Emmuaaah," he exclaimed.

I just smiled amusedly feeling those wet lips touch the skin of my cheeks.

"Now Maira ate the fruit first, yes. Wanna, right?" haggarku while brandishing the bowl of fruit that I was holding from earlier.

"Maila doesn't want to, Buna," Maira replied, shaking her head.

"Loh, why?" my many.

"Maila Cedang Buna. If Maila is sad, Maila does not want to eat," he replied back to sit and stare at the swing.

"Why is Maira sad?" my many.

"Maila is sad because Papa Fatwa wants to go home" she replied, bowing her head.

I placed a bowl of fruit on the table, then grabbed Maira to sit on my lap.

Maira according. The little girl is now sitting on my lap. While fixing her curly hair, I tried to give understanding to Maira.

"Listen darling, Papa Fatwa is now healed. So Papa Fatwa can't stay here anymore. Papa Fatwa also has a home and a job to take care of. After all, Maira knew, right, if Papa Fatwa wasn't Maira's father? Therefore, Papa Fatwa can not stay here, dear," I said trying to give Maira a little understanding of the existence of Fatwa.

"Then, why papa Fatwa is not the famous Papa Maila. Come on, Buna .. Celama this Maila has already nulut cama Buna. Maila was a good boy. Buna wants to, 'will be Papa Fatwa as his father Maila. Papa Fatwa's bial isn't really like papa Lizal's. Buna loved Maila, right? Buna wants to 'right, papa Fatwa's glasses to be Maila's papa," whined the little girl.

I was so shocked to hear Maira's request. As for Mama, she could only stare at us with a faint smile on her lips.

Ish, how is this?

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