Roses, Not Balsa
Not Just a Picture

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Either must be happy or sad after knowing it turns out the woman has been talak by her husband. Frans Samuel was silent after hearing the news from his neighbors, he was saddened to remember the sad fate of Arsy. But, she is also very majestic Arsy finally freed from the bond that is like hell in his life.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" Ask Utami's mother, Frans's mother.

Unlike usual, the child was daydreaming, and looked so thoughtful. A mother will be very curious and want to know what she has felt.

Frans, who was sitting in the house, turned his head immediately, looking at his mother who had just come out and was still standing in the middle of the door while looking at him.

"It's okay, Mom." Frans replied, unwilling to admit what is upsetting his heart at this time.

Bu Utami walked over, apparently not believing with the explanation of his son. It would not be easy for him to believe because it was not the habit of his son.

"Mom knows you very well, son. I know you have something you think about. Don't you want to tell mom?" Bu Utami was sitting in the chair next to Frans.

"Really, Frans is okay, ma'am." Still Frans remained determined not to say what he was feeling, there was little fear that Utami's mother would forbid him to love a woman who was now a widow child one.

Although Arsy is very good according to him, but not necessarily good in the eyes of his mother. Not only that, but Arsy does not fit the criteria of the daughter-in-law desired by Bu Utami, He once said how the criteria of a daughter-in-law that he craved a few years ago.

"Hem, okay. Maybe you're not ready to talk. But I'll always wait, I hope you want to tell me."

Bu Utami just smiled resignedly because he could not force his son to say everything he felt, even though he was his own son but he had the right to all his life.

The two fell silent as no more chatter was heard, until Frans returned to enjoy the tea he had made just moments ago before he finally sat on the terrace.

"Son, when are you getting married? Your friends are already on a child she's even three, but you haven't even got any signs of getting married."

Bu Utami's face looks sour, it seems he really can't wait to see his son married, even his sister was married first and already has children, but Frans? He hasn't even had any signs of going up to the mop.

Uhuk!

Frans coughed from choking on the tea that had just entered his mouth, every time he came home was always about the marriage asked by his mother. Reasonable anyway? It doesn't have to be every week either.

"Son, are you okay?" Momentarily Bu Utami panicked she immediately rubbed Frans' back.

"It's okay, Mom." Frans smiled awkwardly in front of his mother. He also felt so sorry because until now he had not been able to realize his mother's one wish, which was to get married.

"How come you haven't found a suitable woman?" Still, Bu Utami asked that, even though he knew it himself because the question made his son choke.

"There's no hilal yet, ma'am." replied Frans.

"How about if you know a mother's friend's child, there are some friends of the mother who has a daughter, who knows if there is a match for you."

"No need, Mom. Let Frans find out for himself. But, Ma. If Frans found her, I wouldn't be taking her status or identity into consideration, would I?" he said just make sure.

"Hem, you already have a woman you like. Take her home, and get to know mom. If she's good, I won't take matters into her own hands." she replied.

A smile came out of Frans' lips, was it true that his mother said that he would not mind anything?

"really?" Frans.

"He'em. But look first. He's either good at taking this heart or not." Bu Utami smiled wryly.

Take hearts? Is it possible to kind of seduce so to ask for blessing?

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Allah is very dear to him, when he leaves the field which is his livelihood and which always gives money to him but in other ways Allah gives his sustenance, more and more people are entrusting themselves to sew their clothes.

Only one thing made Arsy so sad, his crop was currently in harvest and now he could not take it anymore, it was no right for him to come and set foot there.

"Aw!" his screeches. One of his fingers was hit by a needle while sewing, he pulled it straight away and he saw the wound. It is so small but still the blood out also feels so painful.

"Son, what's wrong?" Budhe Tantri was so surprised, he who was looking at the cloth immediately ran over because he was so worried.

"It's okay, Budhe. Just got a needle." Arsy kept smiling.

"Be careful, don't get hit again. It hurts," he said.

Arsy nodded, smiling at Budhe Tantri throw away standing next to him and looking at his wound.

Nyes!

Arsy's heart was so calm, how warm Budhe Tantri's treatment was and made him stunned happy. The love of a mother he so longs for now he gets from her.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother, Grandma." said Laili. The boy ran still complete with a uniform and a bag on his back, he just came home from school.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," answered the two together, also in turning.

So reverent Laili greeted the two, looking so happy and so enthusiastic about putting something out in her bag.

"Mom, Nene, Laili can draw really good flowers" said Laili. Slowly me. Show me the picture and make Arsy and Budhe Tantri smile.

"Well, that's great." Arsy.

"That's what you like, right? And here's another one." Back Laili shows.

This time Arsy was glued to see the second picture. Three people's picture. The adult female was also small hand in hand together, while the male one was seen at the far back.

"This, who is this?" Arsy stuttered a little.

"This is Laili, mother and also this is father. Because dad doesn't want to stay with us so it's just Laili drawing him away" he explained.

It felt like the heart was going to stop beating hearing Laili's explanation just now. A child like her and already thinking about it, of course Arsy as a mother is very sad.

Laili can't be a lucky kid like the other kids. Who could have both complete parents were very dear to them, and Laili did not get that from the moment she was born despite living under the same roof.

"Mother why? Laili's painting is ugly, huh?" his question is so innocent.

"No, Laili's painting is beautiful." Arsy shakes his head saying the painting is beautiful, though it explains how far they are with Adi.

"Let's stick it in the room, Mom. Can you grandma?" Laili turned towards Bude Tantri and at once the old woman nodded and smiled as she stroked Laili's face very gently.

"Gaziness!" Excited shouting.

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Seriate....