
When I went back to the playground, and came to the ball bath game, I did not see any signs of a boy named Asya there. Because the last thing I saw was him playing in that game.
I got to the same one of the other visitors there, but it turns out he didn't know because he also just came. Was worried too, afraid it was a lost child, and I was hit again.
And when I want to get out of the playground area maybe it's a leak outside my nyariin, I hear the noise in the trampoline place.
When I got closer to the scene of the commotion, I was silent for a moment, because I was shocked that the person I was looking for was there again noisily with the other child, because, and the mother of the child was even angry with Asya while saying this and that, all by the way. And to his surprise again, I saw in the eyedropper Asya there was a slight wound.
"Lho Mom don't snap at this dong boy, is he wrong what is the same child Mom to Mom snapped like that?!"
I asked the question in a loud enough voice to grab the attention of the Mother so that she would stop angering Asya.
"Are you ready for this boy? Her mother?!" The mother asked me back, Asya.
"I'm her Aunt. Why mother?!"
"Where does his mother go?! I want to talk to him?!"
I also don't know Asya's mother where she is.
"What's the matter mom, I'm looking for this kid's mom?! Is Mom going to say what to her mom? Huh uh?!" Ask me the same mother.
"Oh yes, this child (whose name is Asya) kayak who has never been taught manners with his parents! I knew my son was playing on a trampoline but playing with robots!"
The mother explained a little about the incident, but I don't really understand the same as what she explained. You see, Mom just said it was doang.
"You Mum talk about manners, does her mother have manners too?! Play get angry at somebody's kid! If the real Asya is wrong, tell her the way ma'am, don't play jerking like that! Mother also if her child is yelled at by other people do you accept?! Don't you! Where to use the show again, not very polite ma'am!"
Genuine deh nyolot it Mothers. Where I am again laper, even so more emotion will see it.
"Oh so his name is Asya, this is a good thing I explained once again. Your son is-"
"He's not my son! I'm his aunt!"
I immediately cut off the mother's words.
Bodo you think what. I just want something to misunderstand.
"I don't care, if you're his mother or his aunt, I don't care! Anyway you heard this, my son again played on the trampoline and your son came play nyerobot aja want to play on the trampoline as well and immediately encouraged my son to go from the trampoline. You see, my son got bruised at his feet because he was driven by your son!" Show the mother towards her son's ankle.
My eyes immediately looked in that direction. I see on his ankle there is a blue bruise, but still I do not believe the same words of the mother who said Asya who ngelakuin it.
Because even though I've only known Asya for a few months, I'm sure he might not do that to others if others don't start first.
"Mother spoke like that, as if Asya was wrong. Emang Mother also did not squirm, my SON dijidat his bloody gini. Who is it?!" Say it while emphasizing it in the sentence 'my son'.
Kesel also long ago, I have told Asya not my son, do not understand. Wonderful deh.
"Well, I also don't know. Why am I ready your son until I have to watch over him." The mother sputtered as her eyes looked the other way.
If I become suspicious, I think these are nyolot mothers again lying.
As if a light bulb was directly above my head, I looked directly at the upper left and right corners of the ceiling to seek justice there. And really, I see justice in one corner.
"This is aja deh ma'am, let us all know who here whose son started first and wrong, we see in cctv aja. There's a cctv." Point me at the cctv.
Actually I was also quite stubborn when talking like gini, fearing it was true Asya who started first, to encourage the child of the mother. But if you have gini, the problem will not run too wide.
'I don't have time to look like that, because I'm sure your son started first, so instead of wasting time mending you and your son apologizing to me'.
And here somehow now even I'm sure it's not Asya who started first.
And as I expected it turned out to be true that started first it was the mother's son. He seems to want to play trampoline, but the way is wrong, so he pushed Asya to get moist and cause injuries in the Asya area.
Then Asya who seemed to accept him in the same way the mother's son, he turned thick with his ngembales. Right after Asya pushed the child, his mother came to play with anger and yelled at Asya.
"Well I also said what, Asya you might not encourage the child of Mother if the child of her mother does not start first."
Saying me while curling Asya from earlier who just kept silent continue to talk about nothing.
"Now I ask Mother and Mother's children to apologize as Asya. Because first, the mother's child who started first until Asya jidat bled, both Mothers have been willing to yell at Asya! If you don't want to apologize, I can just take the legal path to design this all, because I believe I will win with this strong evidence!" I remember that mother.
Honestly, I actually just want to talk about taking the legal path if the mother does not apologize. I really do not know also whether there are laws governing violence committed by small children or their relationships.
But this is important pede aja first, let it look cool aja so, there or do it mah business later, haha.
And you know, he's the same kid apologized as Asya without me having to stick around for him to apologize. I think he was scared when I said I wanted to take the law.
After the mother and her son apologized, I immediately talked to Asya to play on the playground at already.
I also have prepared the answers fear Asya would complain if I talk like that, but in fact he has no complaints at all and even a mangut aja.
I'm so surprised, this very child's tumben even so nurut. Where he dengga no sick nangis equally cry because the eel is bleeding again. So strange. Is she still in shock, is that the same thing? I think it is.
I came out of the playground while holding Asya. Do not know also why this child even wants to be carried too. Where is the position he carried his head on his face down to my neck, it is a bit amused how it is.
I also had planned later when I met Mas Dikta I would tell about the incident just like how nyolotnya the mother of the child.
Seen there Mas Dikta is still focused on his laptop. Sampet also squirms, why the holiday work gini instead of enjoying the holiday is still just work.
"Mas Dikta." Call me and he looks straight at me.
From the look on his face, he looked like he was surprised so I squirm with Asya.
"Coc is finished? There's still an hour left to play." Ask Mas Dikta's.
"And that's Asya why are you carrying? Usually the road itself." Revalued.
"Know not Mas was Asya,-"
"Paah" call him in a soft tone.
I have not finished talking, Asya immediately looked at Mas Dikta and called his name.
THE HUT!!!
"NASHIRA THE NEW LIGHT!!" call Mas Dikta.
Lho? What was?
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