
Oek. oek.. Oek..
He cried loudly from a newborn baby. Her body was so tiny and still looked weak with tears coming from her. The newborn baby was still reddish when hugged by his mother.
With sweat still soaking in her face, Airin wept hugging the new child she gave birth to.
"My son.." He hugged his son. "I'm sorry mom, hu. hu.." Airin's cry broke out as she hugged the new child she gave birth to with great difficulty. "I'm sorry mommy, hiks.." Her crying again could not stem the sadness of hugging the child.
At a young age, it was not easy for Airin at that time to welcome his son, but even so he remained responsible for it, considering that the child was born from his own womb. Although difficult and full of challenges, he along with the child tried to pass it together, to grow well at this time.
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"Auntie.." Carrying a young child in her arms, Airin faced her new aunt after nearly 5 years of overseas school.
Rahma, the only aunt and family she had, was shocked to see the niece carrying a child in her car. He saw the nephew who was crying with a sniff in front of him.
"I'm sorry, bi." Said Airin prostrating himself before his aunt with the child still in her carrier. Together with the cry from him, the child in his trunk became a part of crying with him.
Although surprised, Rahma tried to hug her niece and tried to calm her down. He was shocked and a little bit fixated on what he saw. However, he still welcomed his nephew with the child he carried.
"We go in first, ok. Calm yourself, then talk slowly with aunt later, pity the child you're carrying, it seems like she's sad to see you cry." Rahma's words calmed Airin who was crying with sobbing.
In the grief she experienced, she was fortunate to be well received by her aunt and family, despite being embarrassed to return with such conditions. However, due to the warm welcome from her aunt and family, it made her feel strong to raise a child beside her.
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Back at this time, Airin was preparing lunch for his son who had just returned to school.
"How's mama's cooking? Yummy?" Airin asked Arka who was currently eating voraciously.
"So much." Reply Arka by giving Arin a thumbs up.
"Yaudah, eat it." Said Airin stroking the soft top of his son's head.
Airin pondered the attitude of his son who did not complain in the slightest even though there was no father beside him. Sometimes make Airin feel surprised to see his son who is always cheerful and stop asking about his father.
"Ma, doesn't Arka have a papa?" Ask Arka with a plain face on Airin.
At a young age of 3 years, the question finally came out of the mouth of the child. Seeing only her fatherless self, Arka spontaneously asked Airin, without her knowing the question was hurting her mother's feelings.
Airin looked confused at the question from the 3-year-old child, until it unconsciously made him sad and shed tears.
"Mama cry, did Arka do anything wrong? Forgive Arka, Arka apologized. Mama don't cry." Said Arka hugging Airin and crying in her arms.
Airin hugged her son tightly, she could not hide her sadness and could only cry in silence without being able to answer simple questions from the child.
Forgive mama Arka.
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Airin pensively thought back to the question asked by Arka for the first time about his father. At that time, he could not answer the question of the child, and could only unconsciously cry. However, it actually made him regret a little, because he could not answer well the question from the child. But, strangely after that Arka no longer asked about his father to him, making him a little confused.
"Are you not the same as Mama?" Tanya Airin interrupted eating her son.
"I love buuuaannget saaaammaaa mama." He answered by forming a large circle in both hands.
"really? Well thank you, yes. Mama also suuuaavery same Arka." Elus Airin with hair on his son's cheek.
"I'm done eating. Run out.." He said while showing his clean plate.
"Well smart, let's wash his hands now." Reply Airin, then try herding to wash her hands and mouth dirty because of food.
Despite being born a single mother, Airin was quite patient and painstaking in his only child, although he himself had never learned to care for a child before.
My skin, my treasure, my love and my beloved. I'll do everything for you, to see you smile always, my funny boy.