Tarnished Before Accident
Chapter 29. Om the Proud

Zoya is a smart little girl. When I told him about the story of Moses, he did not hesitate to ask. He listened well to whatever I said, even the details that I missed, immediately he asked straightforwardly.

"Tante, not King Pharaoh was the father of Moses. Why be evil with your own child? Papa Zoya has never been angry with Zoya. If Zoya does not want to eat, Papa ngajak Zoya play while persuading Zoya. Isn't all Papa good?"

I heard the little girl's words with a smile. Yes, Papa is good, even the best man I know even though he's not my biological father. I rubbed his head on my lap.

"All papa is good. In the heart of King Pharaoh there is no faith. He was very arrogant to be recognized as God because at that time no one could conquer and defeat him. Until one day Moses got a miracle from Allah to make his father repent."

"Then? Did Moses survive the serpents?" ask again by flickering the eyelids.

"Yes, if Allah had willed, whatever great power and power there is in the world would have been lost because nothing would have hindered God's help. Moses threw down his wooden staff, and with Allah's permission the ordinary-looking wooden staff turned into a giant snake. The serpent of Moses then ate the little serpents made by the wicked witch and won the prophet Moses easily."

"Well, great!" The little girl clapped her hands. "Zoya bought Moses' scepter with Papa. Zoya wants to defeat the evil witch."

I held back the urge to laugh, looking at those round eyes gently. If after returning from this house Zoya asked to buy the staff of Moses, it is not my fault, right? Let it be, it's his papa's business.

"Now the aunt asked, what can be gleaned from the story of Moses and King Pharaoh?" I try to distract.

Zoya looked frowned. The little girl was very cute when serious. Her cheeks are reddish white with dimples on the left. I'm sure, if Zoya's grown up must be the target of the men.

"We must not toy snakes" he replied excitedly.

I chuckle. The answer of a child is very simple. "There again?"

"Ehmm, being a papa can't be arrogant. Yeah, right, Auntie?"

"Heem, that's right." I smiled, rubbing the little girl's head. He seemed happy because he thought the answer was right. "It's not just Papa who can't be arrogant. Zoya, Auntie, Om Rey, everyone in this world should not be arrogant because all we have is a gift from God. So, our duty is to be grateful. Understood?"

"Huh?" At that time, I wanted to laugh. In fact, even small children know Kak Rey's arrogance is second to none. "Om Rey is arrogant?" tanyaku later. Sure oes. He's the arrogant man I've ever known.

"Yes, Om Rey always says Zoya's a kid. Om Rey is old, so I love to tease Zoya."

"Hhh, who's old?" Rey suddenly came into my room, and sat in the bed with us. Has he been peeping there since?

Zoya got up from her lap and stuck her tongue out at Rey. "Om the old one."

The man embraces Zoya's small body, tickling her. "Hey, Om isn't old."

Zoya laughed as she asked me for help. After detaching from Brother Rey, he hid behind my back, while Brother Rey was in front of me. Rey's sister still grabbed him, but Zoya reluctantly complies. Until when the little girl suddenly moved away and ran, Sister Rey who tried to reach the tiny body behind me fell forward to me.

Our bodies fell on the bed with Rey over me. I was surprised, and I looked the same to him. For a moment our eyes clashed with one another with my hands holding his chest. I saw that hazel eyes looked foggy, her gaze changed then, looking at me with a different look. My heart suddenly beat rhythmically feeling something that I myself could not translate.

"Sir Rey!" I called him a true shriek since it was difficult to say a word.

He cleared his throat later, then said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." He straightened his body, away from me. Same with me who immediately sat back as the original position. "I ... find Zoya first. He can't sleep at night" he said awkwardly.

"Heem." I'm nodding. Rey's sister got up from her position to look for Zoya who had escaped from my room.

Subject face. Maybe my face is red at the moment. Although there was shame in me, but the incident that just happened was enough to make my heart pound and heart flowery.

My mistake? I still hope God will take care of my heart.