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Chapter 58. Who is my papa, ma?
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Six years have passed, in a modest house located in a rural area. Seen a small child was engrossed playing alone in the park in front of his house. I don't know what he held in his hand was like he was busy looking for something.
“Rasia! Let's eat first boy!”
As soon as he heard his mother's voice calling, the boy named Rasya immediately hid the object he was holding. Turns out it was a cell phone, Rasya put the phone in his pocket.
“Iya ma, I will enter” Rasya replied to his mother who was standing on the doorstep. Her mother is Latisha Anindita.
“Yes already, mama wait inside ya nak” Tisha smile at her new son will turn 5 years old.
Tisha named her son Rasya, the boy had a beautiful face, pliable eyelashes, a sharp nose, light brown eyeballs and clean skin. Everyone says she doesn't look like her mother at all.
Tisha went into the house first. While Rasya was still outside the house, Rasya breathed a sigh of relief because his mother did not know that he was carrying a cell phone.
Tisha has reminded Rasya not to play gadgets because Tisha would rather if Rasya hang out with textbooks than children today who have a dependence on gadgets, for example, addiction to online games. In fact, Rasya took his mother's phone not to play games, but there are other purposes.
“Before you know, I must immediately save your phone to its place.But, I have not found any clues in here about papa. If Zayn is not my father, then who is my father? Why didn't you ever tell me about my dad and always say you didn't know? Is it true that I am an illegitimate child, as my friends say?” muttered Rasya with a sad face.
Rasya walked excitedly and entered his house. Rasya secretly keeps Tisha's phone back in the chair, where it was.
“Baby baby, come on boy! Mama has prepared your favorite food, fried rice
special egg clamp and red sausage” said Tisha while welcoming her son, he
smile warmly and sit at the table.
On the other side was a woman slightly older than Tisha, sitting next to Tisha. The woman smiled at Rasya and patted his head affectionately.
“Let's eat first champ his aunt” said the woman to Rasya
“Ya ma, yes aunt” Rasya replied while sitting on a chair with a face
scowling
Anyway I have to ask about my papa, I have to know who my papa really is.
I'm not a bastard. Rasya is upset because he is always ridiculed by his friends at school, that he is an illegitimate child and has no father.
What happened to Rasya? Pas
going to school he was fine, why now his face was bent so
huh uh?
Tisha looked at Rasya's uncharacteristic pouting face. Not only did Tisha feel Rasya's strange attitude, but the woman sitting next to Tisha felt the same way. The two women looked worriedly at Rasya.
The woman called aunty by Rasya was named Fayra, she was the older cousin of Zayn who had been helping Tisha and Rasya while abroad.
For about 5 years, Tisha and her son lived with Fayra. In her difficult times, Fayra was always there to help her. Tisha felt like she had a sister.
Tisha lives her life without a husband and father.Tisha does not know what kind of figure the father of the child he raised. Because Zayn never told Tisha. The woman only had her own assumptions that her son must have been very similar to her father,
because Rasya has absolutely no resemblance to him.
From day to night, Rasya continued to frown. Like being angry at someone and at something. Tisha and Fayra start talking about Rasya's strange behavior.
“Tisha, what's wrong with her?” Ask Fayra curiously
“Broke? No doubt, he was still a fan of eating ice cream just as I” Fayra scrunched his forehead, he thought about what makes Rasya's attitude like that. But, he did not find anything strange to Rasya before.
“Then I will ask him just” said Tisha who was worried about her son.
Tisha goes into her son's room, where she sees Rasya who just finished working on her Pr.
HORN
“Honey, you have finished working on the pr?” Tisha asked as she sat in the corner of Rasya's bed, looking at Rasya gently.
“Just finished ma” replied Rasya lazily
“Sya, is mama wrong with you?” Tisha asked with her worried face
“Why did mama say that?” Ask Rasha back
“Keep you why, baby? From that moment on you kept on, rich angry people. If there is something to say dong, nak” pinta Tisha to her son is attentive
Somehow seeing Rasya who was silent like this while angry reminded me of someone, but I forgot who it was. Tisha's mind was confused to see Rasya
“If I say something is wrong and there is something I want to ask
mama will answer?” Rasya asked with sharp eyes on her mama
The truth about papa, I need to find out.
“Yes, mama must have answered if mama knew the answer”
“Mama promise, would you answer honestly? If not honest, mom will suffer the consequences?” Rasya asked again half-threatening her mama
“Pfutt.. honey, are you threatening my mom? Who do you look like?” Tisha
laughing at the threat of a 6-year-old. Even children
it has sharp eyes and words. Very different from the gentle and patient Tisha.
“Yes that's the one I want to ask ma, who do I look like? Because everyone says that I do not look at all like mama.” said Rasya with a serious face and curious eyes, “Who is my papa,ma?” Ask Rasya again
“Once again you ask this. Mama really does not know dear, mama does not know who papa you” replied Tisha honestly
“Then am I an illegitimate child?” Rasya asked innocently, his eyes started to glaze over like they were about to cry. Not having the heart to see her child like that, Tisha tried to comfort her child. He held that adorable little hand,
“You're not a bastard, son! Not!” yang Tisha reassured her son
“If I wasn't a bastard, I would have a father, right? Who is my papa, ma? Wh who? Hiks.. “ Rasya's tears spilled unbearably, he could not stand the ridicule of his friends at school who insulted him, mocking him as an illegitimate child.
“Mama swear! Mama does not lie, mama does not know who papa kamu” replied Tisha while wiping Rasya's tears with both hands gently. His heart was like watching his son cry.
“Once again my mother lied! Why is my mom always like this? If you don't want to be honest about papa ya already!” Rasya sobbed, his voice sounded angry.
Hopefully this way, mom wants to be honest about papa. The inner Rasya who wants
heard about his papa. His eyes stared hard at his mother
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