Stain Becomes the 2nd
Father of my son
"What?!" Ms. Asma looked very surprised to hear that. Both of his hands that he used to hold Emila's shoulders were taken off. "You-you..." Ms. Asma was unable to continue her words.
"I'm sorry Mila, Ma..." Mila was crying. His body slumped on the floor and held both of his mother's legs. "Pardon your son who has made this sin, Ma." he asked again.
"When you do!" Asma holding both shoulders asked Emila to get up. But Emila still held herself prostrate at her mother's feet. He still wants to apologize to the woman who gave birth to him.
"Mila.." Now Ms. Asma's voice sounded low.
"When you're pregnant, Mah." said Emila, continuing the difficult words out of her mother's mouth.
"No. You're not kidding Emila!" Asma said in disbelief.
Emila shook her head. "I'm sorry Mila, Ma.." That's the only word that keeps coming out of his mouth.
Ms. Asma asked Emila to get up with a little coercion. Finally his daughter wanted to get up and now sat in her original position. "Tell me if that's not true, Mila. You can't be pregnant!" Asma's word was followed by a trinket at the end of her words.
"But it's all true, Ma. Mila's pregnant." With trembling hands Emila pointed to the two testicles lying on the floor.
Ms. Asma looked in the direction that Emila pointed. He got up from his seat and took the test. "You're really pregnant?" Mom finally cried. He did not believe the facts he was hearing at this time.
"But how can it be, Mila?" The question came out of Ms. Asma's mouth. Of course Bu Asma is still trying not to believe because he knew during his stay in Riau his daughter had no close male friends at all. Not only that, his daughter even more time spent at home with him if not working.
Emila covered her face with both palms. It was hard to tell what happened to him a while ago.
"Let's tell Mama how this all happened!" He spoke with a disappointed face that could not be hidden. "Let's tell Mama who's the child's father?" Continue because Emila is silent.
Emila bowed. Did he have to tell her what happened to his mother? But was it after telling his mother that he could trust her? Emila was still doubtful.
"Mila. let's tell Mama, son... My mom promised not to hate you... Mama will take this child well." Say Bu Soft asthma. He did not want to make his son afraid to not tell him the truth.
Emila's bowed head was finally lifted. He looked at the face of the woman who had given birth to him sadly. He could clearly see the disappointment hidden behind the smile his mother gave him at this moment.
Slowly but surely Emila was finally willing to tell what happened to her one month ago clearly and in detail. Ms. Asma had no voice at all when her daughter told her. Only the look of surprise and disbelief he showed his daughter. At the end of the story, Ms. Asma cried loudly and brought Emila into her arms.
"So this boy is Mr Arkana's son? The son of Miss Selvy?" Ask Ms. Asma.
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