The Imperfect Story
Chapter 1

 I never believed such a day would appear in my life. Between loyal and prolonged foolishness, I was deceived for seven years. Just imagine seven years, it's not a short time. 

   I still can't believe how I didn't realize anything had changed on her attitude. The question is, who is this woman? How was the beginning?

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Zaskia stared at her reflection in the mirror, after combing the mane of her long hair, then she put accessories on her ears and wrists. Do not forget the nude colored lipstick neatly polished on the thin lips as a cover stage makeup this morning.

"Zayn, let's go down to breakfast before we go to school" cried Asih from the dining room.

"Separ. Zayn grab the bag first." said Zayn while taking his backpack and then down from the second floor to the dining room located on the ground floor.

"Let's go, be late for school." Maak Asih also applied chocolate jam on two loaves of bread and immediately gave it to Zayn.

Zaskia had just descended into the dining room with her hands busy with her mobile phone while tilting her head left and right until a broken sound was heard. It was obvious that his body was exhausted from working hard.

"Good morning, dear." Zaskia said to her son who had just chewed the bread in his hand.

"In the morning, Mama." Zayn replied and then kissed Zaskia's cheek.

"Morning, Miss Zaskia." Maam Asih also greeted.

"Morning, mbak Asih." it has become a tradition that they greet each other in the morning with no caste.

"Hurry breakfast. After this go to school immediately." Zaskia rubbed Zayn's hair gently. There was a sense to see her son grow up so fast.

"Mama, help Zayn comb his hair later." Zayn looked at Zaskia and gave a small comb out of his grasp with an adorable look.

"Eh, this handsome baby mama's tumben asked for a combin of her hair." seduced Zaskia then started combing Zayn's hair to the side.

"Zayn doesn't want a model that's so mama." Zayn whines by holding Zaskia's hand so as not to continue.

"Loh, why Zayn? It's usually like this." Zaskia cupped Zayn's face. It was very anxious to see Zayn's sudden change.

"In Zayn's class, there was a woman who liked the Korean Oppa-Oppa model, she said if Zayn styled her hair like them, Zayn would look handsome." said Zayn innocently while imitating the hairstyle in question. Zaskia laughed crisply, her son turned out to be smart to interact with the opposite sex.

"Alright, here mama make exactly the same as the Korean Oppa hairstyle." Zaskia began combing Zayn's bangs forward to close her forehead.

"Look in the mirror, what about Zayn?" Zaskia showed Zayn's hair using a mirror on the powder holder.

"Thank you mama. The woman will definitely love the look of Zayn." a sweet smile beautifully adorned on Zayn's face.

"Beloved together. Emm but if you have someone you like, what about your mom?" Zaskia pretended to pout.

"Mama remains in Zayn's heart at all times." Zayn's tiny hands cupped Zaskia's face with a smile.

"Once in the morning my mother was invited to fly up to the seventh sky." Zayn only grinned to reveal a row of neatly arranged milk teeth.

"Okay, Hurry up baby, we'll be late later" Zaskia said after finishing breakfast.

"Yes, Mommy. We'll be late." Zayn replied.

"I'm late now." Zayn teases Mbak Asih.

"Sorry, you can't speak English." replied Mbak Asih and invited laughter from the two people in front of him.

"This is prince." Maak Asih put the box in a Zayn backpack.

"Thank you, Ma'am." Zaskia and Zayn together.

"Mama, can you take me this morning?" asked Zayn while kissing Zaskia's hand.

"I'm sorry, my mom can't today. Because mom had an appointment this morning." Zaskia stroked Zayn's head affectionately and felt unwell.

"But can't you take me first?" Zayn was singing his lips.

"alright. After that we stopped by for ice cream, can't we, mama?" a smile rose from Zayn's lips while waiting for the answer he wanted.

"Aiss, ice cream anyway. What if your teeth get hollow from eating sweet things?" push Zaskia down gently.

"Come on, mama. Please this time. Yes mama." replace now Zayn who clenched his palms.

"good. After school, we ate ice cream together." said Zaskia afterwards.

"Promise?" asked Zayn while raising his little finger.

"Yes, mama promised Zayn." Zaskia linked Zayn's little finger with her little finger.

"Oh yeah, why isn't Papa invited?" zayn asked as he looked at Zaskia's face.

"Papa hasn't come home from work, baby." Not long ago the door opened from the outside. Ishmael just got home.

"Good morning, dear." said Ismail, who had just arrived in the dining room.

"Papa. Good morning to you too." Zayn got off his seat and ran to Ishmael.

"Papa wants to carry a sling, but papa still stinks, hasn't taken a bath." Ishmael seduces Zayn while covering his own nose.

"No problem papa." Zayn immediately hugged the spoiled and Ismail immediately raised the tiny body soared upwards until they both laughed.

"Papa, today I'm asking Zayn to eat ice cream. Papa want to come?" zayn whispered right in Ishmael's ear. But because Zayn's voice was a little big, Zaskia could hear him.

"Your son asks, give a clear answer." Zaskia said after a few seconds there was no answer from Ismail.

"Yes later, because papa has to go to work first." Ismail sent down Zayn.

"Horary.. Thank you papa." Zayn clucked hooray.

"Where did you sleep last night?" zaskia asked as Ishmael climbed the stairs to go to the room. Ishmael stopped his steps and turned towards Zaskia.

"In office. I did a lot of work, completed some proposals. Have you forgotten?" answer Ishmael casually.

"No. I'm just asking." replied Zaskia by playing her mobile phone because there were several notifications coming in.

Shortly after, Devita's car was heard entering the terrace of the house. That meant Zayn had to rush to school.

"Assalamualaikum, Zayn." cried Devita from behind the door.

"Guilipinam, Vit. Please take Zayn to school." Zaskia brought Zayn's backpack and handed it to Devita.

"Sorry kia, I was late because the streets were jammed earlier." clearly mimic Devita felt bad.

"No problem Vita. Depart. Afraid Zayn's late." Zaskia took Zayn into the car.

"Okay, we go first. Come on, Zayn, say hello to your mother." Devita said as she fitted her seatbelt.

"Assalamualaikum mom. Don't forget your mom's appointment." Zayn waved his hand.

"Waalaikumsalam darling. See you later." Zaskia joined the wave.The car began to drive until invisible from view.

"Well, what promise does aunty not know?" devita asked as she glanced at Zayn who was still smiling.

"Mama promised to pick Zayn back home from school. We'll eat ice cream together." said Zayn with sumringah.

"If you're busy, it's okay to buy Zayn ice cream." Devita gave me advice. After all he knew that Zaskia was a busy person.

"But Mama promised Zayn." Zayn swings his lips, instantly his mood breaks when Devita says Zaskia is busy.

"Yeah. Forgive the aunty who broke Zayn's spirit this morning." Devita stroked Zayn's head. Soon they arrived at the state primary school where Zayn studied.