
"illness?"
"Lumayan, mama is rude .. I'm confused where papa's mom is."
Such was the opening sentence that Kama uttered before continuing to gossip the mama, the petite woman with lightning-fast movements and attack without speaking which became the strongest race on earth for Kama.
As great as he is, still afraid if Zura has brought a broomstick or other. Honey, today he was just unlucky and did not have time to avoid until his head was targeted by non-stick teflon right in front of the wife.
Maybe Ayas was a little surprised, at all he did not think that the cold man with sharp eyes was the same as the children he used to see running around chased by his mother because he did not want to go home when before the magrib.
Kama was used to it, and living with the harsh and serious upbringing of her father she could not complain or whine with the punishment given. Therefore, so married the pain he felt as a weapon to be noticed the wife.
Fifteen minutes since the incident teflon slap by his mother, Kama is still comfortable with a position sitting on the edge of the bed while hugging the wife who just want to wipe the head slowly Kama.
So gently he did, the loving soul of Ayas who was already used to nurturing nieces was clearly very useful to him at times like this. Although, in fact Ayas was confused why he grimaced as if he was hit by durian, but many times Ayas sought swelling there was still no woman did it sincerely, without nagging or accusing Kama of lying.
"Don't get upset, all moms do the same thing."
"Your mother is like that too?"
Ayas shook his head, he smiled bitterly at Kama's question. Presumably, if you could choose he would be happy to be treated like that by his late mother. However, unfortunately as long as the mother was alive, Ayas did not feel as much affection as he did.
"Say you're all mothers, why is the answer different now, Yas?" tanya Kama continued to look up for the sake of being satisfied to look at the wife's face.
"Yes, same thing Dania did, but same I didn't."
"Good dong, means the most beloved ... Mama same Kalila that, from a small stealth that never mama pinched, let alone slap like that," Kama chimps then, he caught the sadness in Ayas' eyes, he caught the grief, few men regret discussing the dead.
"Not so, not because it's what it looks like."
Kama frowned, instantly she no longer protested when Ayas stopped rubbing her head. "Certain why? Can't bear because her son is this soft?"
"No matter, not too dear or because it does not have the heart .. just the treatment is different."
Slowly Kama began to understand, why when he sent someone to ask Ayas, his mother did not give a rejection. If only because 2M money was impossible, because in the initial agreement there was no sale and purchase agreement, the money was given as a gift and the mother of Ayas gave her daughter unconditionally.
"Not really, Mom. Mom wasn't that bad, we just weren't close, maybe because since I was a child I was with my dad..Even know that I had a 3rd grade elementary."
Ayas is not making up stories, but that is the fact. Ever since he was taken to his mother, he had indeed felt as if he was considered a stranger. His mother may be affectionate, but like limited and reluctant to get angry so prefer to free Ayas to do anything because it is not so close.
Hearing Ayas reply, the man momentarily heaved a sigh of relief. His conjecture was wrong, he thought Ayas had been treated badly for a long time. However, behind his calmness there is one thing that actually attracts the attention of Kama, which is about his father.
Since long time ago Kama was curious more clearly about the family of the wife, just remembering what Ayas had said yesterday, suddenly he doubted and worried Ayas was uncomfortable.
He wanted to say it once, but when else because if at another time it will be more difficult to start, so thought Kama. "Ehm, can you ask me something?"
"Can you ask me what, Mom?"
"So you said you lived with me, did your parents get divorced?"
Ayas nodded, he did not mind answering Kama's question because it was no longer a secret to him. He comes from a family that is not well branded in the village. Her father and mother divorced since Ayas was a baby, for several years lived with her father only then did Ayas know if she had a mother.
From then on, Ayas settled in his mother's home. After the meeting, the relationship of both parents is quite good, but that does not mean a reference. They live in different villages, and as long as his late father is still around, Ayas still visits his father during school holidays.
Ayas did that for a long time, and he was happy even though his family was not whole. Until one day, Ayas lost one of the houses that became his home, just as he was sitting in the second grade of Junior High the father left him without saying goodbye in a way that Ayas could not accept at all.
In fact, until this moment he still remembered it. Ayas' hands trembled, his body cold as he tried to tell the matter. He could not bear, but the question Kama simple and Ayas actually told at length until it ended weakly made.
"Don't go on, I shouldn't ask you this, Laras." Kama embraced the body of the wife so tightly, full of affection and regret is amazingly deep.
"Until death I will not forgive him .. before the man feels the same way" she softly cried.
"It's okay, believe that karma is real .. That person must atone for his sin, I'll speed up if God's karma is too slow." Kama stared straight, the promise was not just for Ayas, but himself.
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- To Be Continued