Stepmom Cold Bed
Reminiscing the viewpoint

The wind was so soft, shaking the leaves that began to brittle and aging until they finally fell and fell. The color that has changed orange, making the leaves no longer have the strength to stick and join a small twig that remains sturdy even though many leaves that have grown and then fall again. He remained upright, faithfully waiting for other buds to grow until they fall again and continue to repeat for how long he survived to see a meeting and separation that occurred around him.

A leaf fell on plain paper that little Maureen was gracing with. He was making a cross section of the building with his pencil taper. The leaves that were still storing the water grains were soaking into Maureen's picture book, making the beautiful girl frown.

“Yaaahhh, my picture is wet..” complained Maureen with annoyance.

He who was originally lying on his stomach with a pillow that supported his chest, now stood up sitting while wagging his picture book that was exposed to water.

“Ish, I shouldn't have made a picture under a tree, so gini is.” Maureen is upset with what happened to her.

“Mo, baby.. eat first Nak. The food is ripe,” call Renita who is burning meat and seafood on a simple burn.

Today, Maureen was given a picnic by her parents. They want to enjoy time together after a few days Malik busy with many work projects outside the city.

“Iya, Mah.” Maureen exclaimed in response to Renita's call. He did not then move, still in place, trying to wipe carefully the water that soaked his picture book. He did not want the water to tear the picture

“Mas, call Momo dong, this is the same meat already mateng.” Renita asks for help from her husband who just returned from the car after bringing some camping gear.

“Okey, I call. He if it's the same picture book, must have forgotten anything,” comments Malik. He put some of his luggage near Renita.

“Iyaa, similar to Mas. Son of Mas really.”

“Hahahaha. My son is really.” Malik said proudly. Not forgetting he kissed the head of Renita before going to their favorite daughter.

Renita smiled happily, Malik is indeed attentive. Maybe that's what makes Maureen always miss his papa.

“Hey, papah boy is still busy anyway?” Malik sat next to Maureen, slightly peeking at her daughter's picture book.

“This is Pah, my drawing book is wet, hit by water from the leaves. Though I've been hard to make the picture.” Maureen was still upset by what she was going through.

“Try Papah clay, who knows it can still be fixed.” Malik takes over Maureen's picture book. The girl looked at Malik intently. The man wrapped his arms around Maureen and looked at the picture together.

“Oo is on the lap using a nice tisue. Can I tell what this picture is?” Malik looked curious.

“This is the picture of Building Pah. I'm gonna wake up to the Kayak gini building. Make me, Mamah same Papah,” great-grandson Maureen cheerfully.

“Waahh, this is good. Momo really want to be an architect if it is big later?”

“Waahh great son Papah. Nice drawing. This is like a real architect.” Malik praised Maureen with great admiration. He kissed Maureen's head several times.

“PaHot Pah. But this got water from the leaves, but I've drawn it carefully. Uh it's broken like this. By ngeselin.” Maureen recalled her frustration.

“Eemm, sad yes son Papah?” Malik looked at Maureen wryly and the girl nodded.

“From Momo is sad, how about we make a new picture. Although the water from the leaves ruined Momo's image, it wasn't Momo's reason for giving up. With the damage of the image, Momo can make another picture. Maybe even better, right?”

“Momo should also know, if we can not forever rely on something that surrounds us. Sometimes we have to stand in the hot sun or under an umbrella or maybe somewhere else that can make Momo see things in another way. So Momo will have many references. Papah is sure, that way, the image that Momo made will be different results. How?”

Maureen was silent for a while, trying to digest the words Malik thought made sense.

Malik's words were still buzzing in Maureen's mind to this day. The girl who sat on the floor leaning against the bed, while she folded her legs and hugged him tightly, like remembering her good times with her parents.

It's been a long time since that memory has passed. But his happiness is still felt today. Maureen can never forget every affectionate call spoken by her parents because each call is the only sweet memory she has left and still has.

Tonight, Maureen really could not close her eyes. She still looks at her family photos and photos of Anggoro who was with her on the wedding day. All memories still circled in his head. Whether it's the memory of his parents or about Anggoro.

“My mistake for not realizing that this big company can make a mistake. Even more wrong when I want to fix something that actually can not be repaired. But this time, I really asked for your mercy. I am willing to give the best position for you in this company, consider it as my guilt redemption but I beg you, do not be destroyed.”

The sentence of Anggoro's plea was again ringing in his ears. A heartfelt plea after the old man found out that due to a negligence, Maureen lost her parents. Only today did he know everything, when it was too late to be fixed.

Is this what Malik meant by looking at things from a different place and point of view?

"Tring," an incoming message wipes out all Maureen reverie. The name Byan appears on the screen of his phone. At first glance he read Byan's message before disappearing.

"You're asleep? I just got back from Oma's house. He sends you his regards."

Maureen didn't read it, I don't know what Byan's next message was. One more notification popped up and skimmed through.

"What a beautiful dream...." The message was read next.

Maureen still did not open the message. He even sobbed while looking down sad. Actually, he really needs a friend to tell a story but he can not tell a story at this time. Maybe later, when he's calmer.

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