Superku Mama
I Want Papa

"Bas on a crazy woman." Revan cursed Aletha so strongly that the person there turned to her.

Aletha finally left the man with all the insults still being thrown for him.

Then he snapped, and woke up from his sleep. "Oh, it was a nightmare," he murmured. "Why did that jerk get into my dreams?" He wondered to himself.

"Why should I dream about it? Cihh," he took a rough breath that had been restrained.

Aletha then got out of bed and reached for the empty glass on the table and poured some water into it. Then gulp it down.

"Mama." Eril immediately burst into his arms after he put the glass back into its original place. "Mama Uda woke up?"

"Uda dong, dear," said Aletha while showing off her smile. His voice was still hoarse, a new sound of waking up.

"Ma, can you ask for something?"

"Can you ask me what, honey? If mama is able, mama will definitely grant it," replied Aletha smiling knots.

"really? Promise," he asked a little doubtfully. A child of Eril's age could already be this serious.

"Promise." Aletha clasped her little finger onto Eril's raised little finger.

"Can't deny it, you know?"

"Siip, baby." Aletha was getting anxious to see her favorite child. "You ask what, try to tell my mom," Aletha pinta with a face of curiosity.

"Abang wants papa," he said with a sweet smile, very sweet. Making Aletha's heart melt along with the speech she uttered.

"But baby, papa right.." said Aletha. He twisted his brain to explain the existence of his papa at this time. Though this question had already come out of Eril's mouth, somehow today appeared again.

"Why don't you want to jump with papa?" he asked with an oral that was not yet clearly heard. But because Aletha knew her son, she understood everything he said.

"Which one, honey?" aletha asked curiously. He wanted to hear who Eril meant as his father. Is Revan or Bilson.

"Yes, papa Bilsonlah," he answered excitedly.

"Huh? Who taught him?" inner Aletha. He never even told her about the real Bilson. But he tried asking again. "Which bilson, honey?"

"That's a lot, ma. Papa Bilson who was at that time, who came to the house when mama was sick," he replied as he rolled his eyes remembering the events that had passed.

"Jeez, Eril. Why does he know everything?" aletha screams in her mind. Then he pulled Eril's arm, then pinched his chubby cheek gently because he was too anxious. "Do you know where that is, baby? Mama never told me" Aletha said.

"Dear yourself" he answered briefly.

"So, you said he was your papa?"

"Yes. Why ma? Really true?"

Aletha immediately brought Eril into her arms. He was still confused to give an explanation as to how for his son.

While Mama Vina who had heard from behind the door, went straight to the child and the mother seemed to be able to read what Aletha was thinking at this time. Mama Vina really understands. There is no doubt that a mother's instincts are very sensitive.

"Grandson oma, tok we eat first. Let Mama Letha take a shower, baby. Her mother just woke up, so it still smells cool" said Mama Vina to her favorite granddaughter.

They left Aletha still stunned as she held her cage in the support of her bed. "Luckily my mother came, otherwise I would have been too lazy to answer Eril," he murmured softly.

Aletha made the bed before entering the bathroom with a towel on her right shoulder.

"What do you want? Bread or rice, or......"

"Abang wants fried rice," he replied with a carefree smile. His cheers were heard by the opanya who had just come out of the room, then walked towards the dining table that was currently crowded even though there were only two people there.

"Well, opa's granddaughter was so excited early in the morning. What's up, honey?" ask opa Irwan.

"Because Mama promised you brother," he said proudly. His smile that expands as if to show that he just got a new toy from someone. So polo.

"What promise, son?" Opa Irwan asked because he was very curious. He approached Eril while looking down hoping to be on par with his grandson. "Try to say opa, mama promise what," he asked again.

"Meet papa," he cheered boisterously. "Yeeeyyy!" cheers again.

Opa Irwan was astonished by what he had just heard. He looked at his wife who was preparing food on the table with thousands of questions. Oma Vina also glanced at him, then nodded.

"Corn, eat!" the shouts shifted Eril's seriousness. And. succeeded. Eril immediately looked at the field that had been arranged on his desk.

"Hmmm, fragrant," he said. He immediately grabbed a spoon and was about to spoon the fried rice into his mouth, however....

"Read the prayer, son." Oma Vina. The opa Irwan. Then Eril immediately recited the prayer that had been taught to him and ate.

"Your, delicious," he murmured. He is still not good at eating alone, but he does not want to be fed. Feeling himself that he's grown up, so there's no need to be bribed.

As a result, the oma and its opa must clean up all the falling rice before he picks it back up, and eats it. It's a problem, but that's how a child is. His curiosity is very high.

"Oma, add," he asked Oma Vina as he thrust out his empty plate. More people have fallen on the table, even on the floor.

Oma Vina immediately scooped the rice back into her plate, and continued to eat - still the same as before, spilling on the table and on the floor. He ate while humming.

"Sssst, if you eat do not make a sound" chirped the oma. "Don't you remember Kak Seto's song?" Oma Vina reminded. Eril immediately placed his spoon inside the dish and covered his mouth with his palm. He blushed in shame, then lowered his head after his palm he released from his mouth.

"Yes, continue eating. Oma will not tell Kok to Seto," said ora Vina persuaded Eril again to spend his meal.

"Grandmother's appointment?" eril asked as he lifted his head to make sure that the words were not a lie.

"Promise," replied the short oma. As usual as Eril expected, oma Vina brandished her little finger.

Eril was immediately excited and returned to eating his fried rice until it ran out.

"Abang already, opa," he said while showing his empty plate.

"Not adding any more?" ask oma Vina.

"No oma" he answered, shaking his right hand. "Abang uda full," he said quickly. Because oma Vina was ready to put another spoonful of fried rice into the empty plate.

"Alright then" said oma Vina as she scooped her last rice into her own mouth.