My Son Is My Strength
Eat Together

Arriving at the restaurant, Bian parked Arini's car in a parking lot that had been available. They went down and entered the restaurant together. Arini took Azzam, while Bian walked beside the mother and child. He wanted to join Azzam, but was afraid that Arini would object and cancel this lunch together.

Entering the door of the restaurant, not a few people looked towards the three of them. However, a few moments later the people returned to their respective busyness. Ignoring the three people who had just entered it. Because this restaurant is an elite restaurant in Jakarta that is directly selected by Bian the driver of the car.

Bian doesn't want to sing a meal with Arini and Azzam at a regular restaurant. This was their first meal with them for the first time.

They choose dining chairs with other customers, because they do not feel disturbed if they blend in with them. Actually, Bian wants to eat in the VVIP room of the restaurant alone, so that their meal with them can be smoother. However, Arini refused with the proposition Azzam preferred to eat while looking at the road and Azzam nodded his assent to the words of his mother.

"What message do you want?" arini asked Azzam, looking at the food menu in the menu book.

"Special fried rice beef egg." Azzam and Bian said together.

"I'm sorry, I asked my son." Arini explained whose question fell to whom, hearing Bian also answered.

"Yes, I know." Bian felt a little disappointed. "But, I'd also like to order a special fried rice beef egg." Bian continued, defending himself.

Arini bellowed, "Why come to an elite restaurant like this, if only order such food?" tanya Arini did not believe. Because such food can be obtained in ordinary restaurants, do not have to come to elite restaurants like this. After all food like this in an ordinary restaurant was no less delicious than this elite restaurant, and more importantly it was relatively cheaper.

"Wind it." Bian answered briefly, shrugging both of his shoulders. Making Arini stare in disbelief at this man before her.

"About the rich, scatter his wealth at will. Why not just eat at a cheaper restaurant and the money from the cost of eating here can be donated to people who don't even eat out there." Arini muttered after notifying their order to the waiter of the restaurant.

"Are you saying something?" bian asked who saw Arini's lips move like he was saying something, but he did not hear.

"No, I didn't say anything." Arini replied without looking at Bian, and instead focused on his phone.

Seeing such a response from Arini, Bian turned to ask Azzam. All of them removed the slight awkwardness between the three of them, while waiting for the order to come.

"Do you like to eat beef-eye fried rice?" bian asked looked at Azzam, considering they mentioned their orders together.

"Yes, I really like to eat that." Azzam replied. Bian smiled, it was not just his face that he put down on the child. But, the food to his tribe was also with him.

"If you like to eat that?" Azzam asked back.

"Hm, om also really like to eat that." Bian replied with a smile. Arini listened to the conversation carefully, pretending to focus on her phone.

"Why is that, huh?" azzam asked thinking, stroking his chin.

"That's because you're my boy." Answer Bian spontaneously.

"I mean om?" asked Azzam who heard Bian's answer, wanting to convince. Arini did not like it.

"Eh, I mean. It was by chance, yes it was by chance." Bian said quickly, only realizing his words just now. Arini rolled her eyes.

"Hm, just admit it now." Arini muttered inwardly, smiling obliquely.

"Why you, baby?" ask Arini who is aware of the change in face of her son.

"That's. anu...." Azzam did not want to say that he was thinking of having a father. "Eh. No papa, mah." Azzam answered later, trying to hide his sadness.

"You don't lie to me." Arini said knowing Azzam was hiding something. "Now tell me why your face is like this, what you're thinking dear. Tell mommy you won't be mad." Arini continued in a soft voice so that Azzam would say something that made his face turn sad. Bian looks at the interaction between Arini and Azzam. He did not want to see that sad face from Azzam's face.

"Hmmm. If I say it, Mama will be sad." Said Azzam lowered his head, worried that yesterday's incident happened again when he said things that concern papa.

"No dear, my mother will not be sad." Arini said reassuringly, because he did not want to make his son save his own problems.

"I--" said Azzam timidly still lowered his head.

"Hey, baby, why?" Arini tried to get her son to talk.

"I... can I have a papa like my other friends?" said Azzam raised his head, whose eyes were already glazed over.

Arini and Bian gasped at the words of Azzam, so this is what made Azzam's face moody and sad since.

"Dear." Arini hugged Azzam, hoping to calm her son with her arms. But what happened? Azzam even sobbed small in the arms of the mother.

Bian who saw that, could not stand it anymore he also tried to entertain Azzam in various ways. However, all these ways are in vain. Until their food came.

The food was available on the table, but not a single person had touched the food yet. Because Azzam had not touched his food, neither Arini nor Bian had touched their food.

"Azzam.. let's eat the food baby, later the food is crying. It was Azzam himself who said he wanted to eat." Arini is still trying to persuade her son. However, it was ignored by Azzam. Likewise with Bian, he had all the means he used to persuade Azzam.

"Azzam." Call Bian a few times. "Azzam can think of Bian as Azzam's father." Bian said a little hesitantly, glancing at Arini. Now his face was also sad to see Azzam's behavior. And Bian could not bear to see these two sad people in front, so he had a little courage to say that.

"Areally om?" azzam asked to take off his arms from his mother. Bliss on his face. Bian nodded with a smile, sincere with his words.

"Is it okay, Azzam considers om Bian as papa Azzam?" azzam's permission on his mother, with a face that is increasingly sparkling. He wants to feel like he has a papa even if only for a moment.

Arini who could not bear to ruin the happiness of his son and make Azzam sad again, he nodded slowly. "Yes, I can." Arini's speech removed the remains of Azzam's tears.

"You really don't need to think of me as your father, because I am your father." Bian muttered inwardly, smilingly looking at the radiance of happiness on Azzam's face.

"I'm sorry for all the mistakes papa, who keeps making grief for you as well as your mama. I promise you, if there's still a chance. Papa will give you all the happiness you have for you both." Bian muttered again looking at Arini and Azzam alternately.

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