The Crown
Moving baby twins

The heart of the mother who is not sick sees her child helpless. My jolly little whiz is now just sitting on the bed.

"Will he heal soon? I'm lonely not having a playmate."

"Baby girl, she's definitely cured. Mom will accompany you here."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

The doctor said my son had a fever from an infection. He probably ate something that was not sterile or dirty.

Papa asked me not to scold their nannies and guards. Right, it's all my fault as his mother. They left because they wanted to go back to their parents' homes.

"I want to stay here forever."

"That would make people suspicious. Arzhan especially, he won't stay silent this time."

"But, Pah."

"It's not you who will stay here, but they're the ones we'll bring."

"meaning?"

"The father will buy them a house. You can also meet them often. You take it easy, Papa will add a nanny and a bodyguard to take care of them."

Hearing Papa's words, I was very happy. I don't have to go far if I want to meet the kids.

One week my baby boy was treated. Today I will take them with me even if we do not live in one house, but we are still in the same city.

House people won't be suspicious because Papa gave me a work warrant out of town.

"Mom, is this our home?"

"Yes, do you like it?"

They both nodded at the same time. Both of them ran to the bedroom. I'll accompany them tonight, tomorrow I'll go home to Mama and Papa.

"I'm so happy, Mom."

"Me too."

"Are we going to sleep together every night?"

"No, Son. Mom has to work. But Mom promised to come here often. Mom will come over on the weekend to take you for a walk. How's it?"

They both cheered happily.

"Night, now you're sleeping."

They sleep on my chest, right and left. What happiness is second to none.

Time passed quickly when they realized that they were already big.

The times where I was almost depressed, were already far behind.

Breastfeeding two babies is easy. When one is asleep, the other wakes up asking for help, while my body is very tired of wanting to rest.

I hope they get big soon, in fact the fatigue is getting bigger. Especially when they start to crawl. They're wandering everywhere. Starting to want to walk, they learn to stand by installing anything they consider as a handle.

I don't know how many things broke because of them. I don't know how many times they've been hurt, and that makes me very clean. Bayo as small as it was injured to bleed. I feel like a bad mother.

They started to run. A chase also occurs. The house is always crowded every time, crying and laughter alternately echoed throughout the house.

But look at now. They grew up to be smart and intelligent children. Their intelligence exceeds that of children of their age. The meaning of life has been understood even though not entirely.

When I cry, they won't cry, but they will say, "Strive, don't cry for the unimportant."

They say I should be happy without thinking about what others are saying to me. They also do not grieve for never seeing his daddy.

"If Mom's enough, we don't ask for daddy."

True said people, children are reinforcement for the fragility of their parents. Givers of happiness when others give hurt.

"Mom."

"Yes. Why haven't you bobo, honey?"

"Can I ask something?"

"What?"

"If one day I meet dad, will he recognize me? Even when I don't tell you who I am."

"Sure. He'll recognize you from your own name."

"Why?"

"Because he gave me that name."

"Sleep."

My son hugged and closed his eyes.

The next day I left them. I have to live two lives in one world. The risk of having a child from the path of sin. The Aib I made, should be accepted by my children as a result.

Always hidden from family.

After I got home from work, I cleaned myself in my room. Calling baby twin. Make sure they are okay.

"Private driver didn't pick you up again this morning?"

"Whisper!"

Don't know what's going on with this one human being, it's so nosy.

"You want this, Mas?" ask Alea. Arzhan shook his head.

"This? or want this?" Alea offers a wide variety of food but is always rejected by Arzhan.

What's wrong with her?

"Sick brother?" my many. He just glanced at a glance.

Arzhan brushed off Alea's hand as her hand was about to hold Arzhan's forehead.

Are they fighting?

"I'm leaving first. O, yes. Where's papa? Mama didn't look too good."

"Master was meeting this morning in his study" replied the papa's personal servant while he was at home, Mr. Johar by name.

"Meeting at home? Same who?"

"Sir Ahtar."

"What?" Fateeh. Then he laughed at me.

"Tumben, Papa doesn't usually invite people to meet at home. I'm not sure he's talking about work. Emm, are they in another relationship? Son-in-law and in-laws for example."

Pakkkk!

I hit Fateeh on the back of the head. This time he did not reply and only laughed contentedly.

"There will soon be a second wedding in this house."

"Sister, really yes!" I took his hand for me to bite. He pulled it, dodged it.

As usual, he ran while mocking me. I chase and I won't let go.

Focused on getting Fateeh, I didn't see if the floor in our house went up about 10 cm, I tripped.

I closed my eyes for fear of hitting the table. However, I feel like my face is stranded in a fragrant place.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a navy-colored tie with a slash motif.

"Are you okay?" tanyakanya. I turned my head, and saw Ahtar's face.

"It's okay." I broke away from her arms.

Again Fateeh mocked me with a thud. Still upset, I ran after him.

Prangggg!

I immediately stopped my steps when I heard the sound of broken plates. Degan with Fateeh.

When she turned her head, it turned out that Arzhan threw a plate containing food prepared by Alea for her.

"I told you, I don't want anything."

We all fell silent to see them.

"You guys, get used to being quiet and acting your age!" Arzhan snaps.

I walked slowly towards Fateeh. I was terrified to see Arzhan's anger for the first time.

Alea stared with trembling hands.

Arzhan looked pale, I'm sure he's not okay. Gathering courage, I approached and stood before him.

He looked at me with red eyes and tears. His body was staggering like it was losing energy.

"I'm tired" he whispered before he collapsed. He fell in my arms. My small body was not strong enough to support her large tall body, it was fortunate that Fateeh came to her senses and immediately ran to help me.

What's wrong with you, Arzhan?