The Destiny of Love Nirina
Whose Child Is That?

A day later, Nirina came home holding Areta. Ningsih who was sweeping the courtyard instantly threw away the broom she was holding and ran over to Nirina.

"Darling, whose kid is that?" Ask Ningsih.

"He's a damian and Tiara's son?"

"Why can it be with you?"

"Over the story, let's go inside."

The two women entered the house, they sat facing each other on the guest sofa. Slowly but surely, Nirina began to tell the chronology of the events that befell Damian and Tiara. Until Areta finally gets to her hands.

Ningsih was inexhaustible, Nirina took the decision unilaterally to ask him first. Rarely at home, go home with children, what do the neighbors say later?

But Nirina did not care about the skewed gossip that hit her, importantly, Areta would always be safe with him. If so, Ningsih can only resign and fully support Nirina's decision.

Little Areta, although only a few days together with Nirina already has a strong inner bond with the woman. He did not want to be carried by anyone other than Nirina, if Nirina stayed away just a little from him Areta would cry hysterically.

The little boy already had a tragic fate, became an orphan and his father was in prison.

"I will accompany you through grief, forever, never to leave you" whispered Nirina in Areta's right ear.

***

Returning home from school, Sintia is startled by the sound of baby crying in her sister's room. He went straight to the room to see what was happening.

Sintia gawked when she saw her sister changing the diaper of a baby girl who was still very red.

"Whose son is that?" The same question came out of Sintia's mouth.

"He's my son. From this moment onwards he is my son,"

"Sister's Child? Brother adopted a child?"

"He's a damian boy and a Tiara. Tiara dies, Damian goes to prison. This child was entrusted to me because his grandfather would not accept his presence and Damian's mother was ill,"

"It's a pity for his fate, but I hate children. They are noisy and like to make a mess. So, Big Brother must keep her from making a fuss in this house," Sintia raised her eyebrows next door.

***

At night, Areta arrived with a mild fever. He was crying and fussy, making a noise that disturbed the deep sleep of a Sintia.

Sintia covers her ears with a cotton swab, headset or anything that fits in her ear hole, but the results still remain the same. The sound of the baby's cry was still heard by his ears. Sintia rolled on the mattress, expressing her frustration that could not be channeled.

"That kid, look out tomorrow when it's big. I'll pinch him and prank him until he can't cry anymore" Sintia grumbled.

Patently, Nirina took care of the child. He tried to calm her down with the help of his mother. It turns out that being a mother is not easy, Nirina's affection for her mother increases because of the child in her lap.

Samar, Nirina remembers her childhood mischief to her parents. Like defying their orders, disrespecting them, angering them. Until finally without feeling the tears Nirina dripped wet her two stye cheeks.

"Why are you crying Nirina?" Ask Ningsih.

"I suddenly remembered the mistake I had made with Mom and Dad. As it turns out, being a parent is not easy,"

"Thank God, there's wisdom behind you taking care of that child. You can know something you never knew before" Ningsih carved a smile. She stroked Nirina's soft hair and pinched her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry to you" said Nirina.

"Dear, I love you too, too,"

Clack...

The door of Nirina's room opened, Sintia barged into the room while bending her face.

"Mom, why does the child cry?" Complain Sintia.

"He's got a fever, so fussy. When you were a child, you were like that, too" Nirina said.

"May she not cry again, it's still two in the morning. I still want to sleep soundly,"

"Hopefully yes," Nirina slightly held back a laugh at the expression on her sister's annoyed face.

Seriate...