Parents For My Baby
Debates

The atmosphere of the Vienna house is so crowded, everyone is busy with their respective work. Catering workers have been cooking in the kitchen since dawn. Wedding tents and room decorations have begun to be installed, a variety of colorful flowers have appeared to decorate the entire room. Suddenly Shakila came to Vienna, who was sitting there looking at the workers.

"Ma, seriously."

"Why baby?"

"Look at this Ma."

"Astaghfirullah, how did it break?"

"Either Ma, Shakila doesn't know either."

"Wina why are you in a fuss?"

"It's Mil, kebaya for the afternoon recitation is suddenly broken gini."

"Yes, it's a hunt in Win."

"Come on Shakila, we need to hurry to the designer's house."

"Wait Win, you bridal family, it's not good to go like this before H day, let Mas Anton accompany you yes, I take care of all the preparations here."

"You're the big brother of Mila?"

"Father, you take it easy Win. I'll call you Anton for a second."

Vienna and Shakila nodded, and Anton arrived. "Mas, please accompany them."

"Dear, come on, Vienna, Shakila, we better leave now mumpung early."

"Yes, Anton, thank you so much for letting us down."

"Just like Shakila."

In one corner of the room Fatma looked at all of them with her sly smile. 'Because of you.' murmured Fatma.

Fatma then approached Kamila who was sitting while feeding Kevin breakfast. "Good morning Mila."

"Good morning Aunt Fatma."

"Good morning, dear Kevin, you really look a lot like your father, Randi."

Hearing Fatma's words, Kamila then stared intently at her. "What does Aunt mean? Kevin is my son and Mas Anton."

"Don't lie to Kamila, I already know everything that Kevin is the son of your affair with Randi behind Vienna."

Kamila just silently heard Fatma's words. "Excuse me, I'm on a lot of business" Kamila said as she moved from her seat. But before Kamila got up, Fatma had already blocked his hand.

"Why are you in such a hurry Kamila? Shouldn't you be happy to meet one of Randi's surviving relatives? And aunt is Kevin's grandmother."

"Sorry Auntie, I don't want to deal with anything related to Randi."

"Uh uh, how much do you hate Randi? don't you realize, after all Randi is the father of one of your children."

"Randi has also ruined my life and that of my family. He had traumatized me so deeply, even intentionally causing my mother to die by using Vienna. You need to know Aunt, if the days I went through because of Randi's actions felt so heavy and it took a long time to forget all this trauma. And today you will easily scratch back my old wounds that have dried up."

"Puitis once your words Kamila, you who have been too dramatizing the situation, accept the reality if after all Kevin is Randi's biological child, and aunt has the right to custody Kevin because only the family aunt Randi has.".

"What does Aunt mean?"

"Yes, as you've heard, auntie has the right to babysit Kevin because only Aunt Randi's family lives."

"Listen Auntie, I'm not gonna let any of that happen. I'll keep Kevin until my last blood point."

"I'll also take custody of Kevin until my last blood point is my dear Kamila."

"Just try if you can Aunt, I am the real mother, the custody of a child before adulthood will fall on her biological mother. After all, look at the situation of Auntie, how the court will grant Aunty's lawsuit if the Aunty family does not have enough opinions" Kamila said with a cynical smile.

"Kura*g teach, you mock me if I'm a poor man?"

"If it's not mocking, but the reality is like that Auntie, this will be a consideration when we compete in court."

"Mila just wanted Tente to understand that Aunt's position was so difficult, especially after all the crimes that Randi did, even she had never admitted Kevin since in the womb, even after all the crimes that Randi did not admit, so don't ever dream of taking Kevin away from me."

"I'll keep trying Kamila, just look at it."

"Please Aunt, but never regret if one day this will backfire on Auntie's life" Kamila said while leaving Fatma.

"Br*ngsek, it turns out she's not a plain and stupid woman. I need to be more careful in planning all this."

"Ma."

"That's all Papa makes you shocked."

"Well, did you talk to Kamila?"

"Yes, but it turns out she's a woman who's so annoying, even in already daring to insult us Pa."

"Sucks how? Papa said he was very gentle and polite."

"Papa could not, once support Mama, usually just praise others continue."

"Papa doesn't praise Ma, but here's the truth, Kamila is a good woman, there's no way she's doing anything out of bounds if Mama doesn't go too far with her."

"Papa, you better shut up before you make Mama get upset."

When Fatma and Rusli were still fighting with their mouths suddenly came the sound of knocking on the door. "Who is Pa?"

"We better get out Ma, maybe he's one of Vienna's most important guests."

Fatma and Rusli then went out into the living room. Fatma's sour face is now changing, and with her upset feelings now turning around, she hugs a young man standing at the door.

"Reno, when did you get out of rehab, son? Why didn't you tell Mama and Papa?"

"Reno came out yesterday afternoon Ma, Reno just wanted to surprise me, but it turned out that Mama and Papa were not at home, and the neighbors said that Papa and Mama were here, so Reno goes straight to this house."

"Let's go in, baby. You must be tired."

"Ma, are we going back to this house again?"

Fatma and Rusli were silent, and a smile rose on Fatma's lips. "Reno, you have to help Mama get us back here again and master so much heritage."

"What is Ma's legacy?" Fatma then nodded with a smile.

"Sure Reno wants Ma, Reno will do anything so we can live a good life."

"Good Reno, you're Mama's son."

Rusli who heard the conversation just shook his head. Reno smiled, then looked around the room. So many memories were present, because it was in this house that she spent her childhood with Shakila who only had five years of age with her.

"Whakila where's Ma?"

"By fixing clothes for later studies."

"Oh." replied Reno, but suddenly his neutrality was attracted to a beautiful woman figure in white and had a posture that was so ideal. 'Perfect.' muttered Reno.

"Why are you doing reno?"

"Ma, who's that woman?"

"Which one?"

"That's Ma, who wears a pink shirt again playing with two young children."

"Oh that" said Fatma with a slightly sour face.

"Who is Ma?"

"That's Amanda."