The One More Chance
A Child

"Can you come?"?.

Gea standing right in front of Malvin's bike blocked his path.

This afternoon Malvi will return to school to train the school karate team. He's going to join Malvin because Regan is definitely going to train his underclassmen.

"later home tonight" Malvin refused.

Gea's face pouted. "please...".

"no, you can't come. You have to be ready tomorrow back to Jakarta".

Gea's head shook his head instantly.

"you've been here for three days, what's your school there?".

Gea's eyes turned sad. "Gea doesn't want to go home Om".

"why?".

Head Gea shook his head again.

"yes, don't come along".

"om..." Gea whined while stomping his feet wagging Malvin's motor handlebar.

Malvin put his helmet on the handlebars staring at Gea sharply he should talk softly to a stubborn and spoiled child like Gea. "keep on your goal what are you going to do?, you want to take part in karate training?".

Gea looked down. "no, would you like to see Regan's sister there?" tanyanya.

"usually" replied Malvin accordingly.

"Gea follow ya?, please om" the little girl's eyes glazed over at him.

Malvin wouldn't have the heart to see it, he also had a daughter, the feeling a father would be weak if faced with water, Malvin sighed. "take the blezer first, your pants are too...".

"this" Resa, Malvin's daughter has approached Gea with a long blazer in her hand. "i've told you brother, Papa may not want to ride his motor sport if you wear shorts like that" resa's nag at Gea who was just grinning looked at him.

And Malvin realized instantly, if all who taught Gea to be sad, to whine and to cry if it did not succeed in persuading him to come along, was Malvin's own son, Resa.

"Thank you"

Resa blinked her eyes over and over again smiling broadly back at Malvin's eye-hotting at her.

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Two picture frames are again placed on Grandpa Arya's desk, two different people but so similar yet other people.

Foro Abra in karate lifted the trophy he got when he was fifteen, and a photo of Regan that only showed a smile in line with his mainstay when he coached his underclassman karate a few weeks ago, Malvin sent it.

Both of them, son and father both have a love for karate, a love for his friends, stubbornness that sets Regan apart not spoiled like Abra.

"Sam and Gea are back?" ask Grandpa Arya On Ibn.

"Not Sir".

"How many days have you been in Madura?".

""Three days" Ibn answered him while bringing medicine to Grandpa Arya.

"The boy must be trying to fix everything when he doesn't know anything, tell Malvin to send him all the information if he wants to go back to Jakarta, I don't want this problem to interfere with his school. She's not like my granddaughter, Regan doesn't want to interfere even seem to ignore Abra".

"Then they ate together".

Grandpa Arya's smile was engraved. "oh huh?".

"yes, maybe because Regan was sorry to see Abra starving all day waiting for Zahra".

Grandpa Abra laughed so hard he coughed.

Ibn stuck out the water that he was holding, Kalek Arya drank it but signaled rejecting the medicine that Ibn stuck out.

"I miss Regan, come to Madura?. It looks like Abra won't be able to bring my granddaughter-in-law and great-granddaughter".

"how do you want to be able to go to Madura if taking drugs alone is not regular" said Ibnu sepontan, because upset grandfather Arya always did not regularly take the drug.

Grandpa Arya looked at Ibnu sharply. "what profession has your wife taken over?, chatty".

"i'd rather be chatty than see you sick" Ibnu said.

Grandfather Arya's eyes looked at him sharply, not feeling scared or intimidated, Ibn smiled and stuck out the medicine he still held.

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Today is Saturday, since this morning there is a market. The market near Zahra's house usually only sells fish and vegetables, but if Saturday the market becomes crowded, because many sellers who come from various regions to other cities sell clothes, cain and all things.

The Adirasa field in front of Zahra's house will be surrounded by many sellers, cars can not enter, must be parked a little far away.

Zahra also offers sales in front of the house, while the store that guards mbak Ika at the same time serves buyers who enjoy bread while sitting in the chair provided.

Abra herself since this morning helped him a lot. Zahra looked at Abra worried that Abra was exhausted, so that he could not realize that sometimes Zahra wiped away Abra's sweat.

The gazes they met for a moment, Zahra threw away a face hiding the awkwardness she felt. Sorry for not being able to control his hand.

"so crowded, now immediately quiet as usual" Abra tried to melt the atmosphere.

"The sattuan market is only crowded until twelve" Zahra busied herself cleaning the table.

"why not late afternoon?".

"they are from another city, tomorrow they will also sell in other markets again".

Abra mangosteen. "you should have a house here, a strategic place for sales. You are still very good at business".

Zahra turned to look at Abra, "this house is not my house".

Abra's forehead puckered "then?".

"it's got a company on that front, me and Regan just signed here".

Abra was silent looking at Zahra grudgingly, contracting?, this small house was only Zahra and Regan's contract. His wife and children not only live in this simple and small house, but they only contract it. "why not buy a house?, why even contract at home like this?. almost every day you can order a cake berbox-box, almost every day your bread sells. Can't buy a house?".

Zahra smiled knot "rather than buy a house better saved for Regan's future. I don't want to have all things worldly, but my son's future isn't clear later".

Zahra's words hit him. "how many years is there?".

Zahra cleaned the table again. "seven years, once in Madura we stayed in a rented house also for a year and moved here".

"where?".

Zahra turned back to smile at Abra. "why?" his question was interrupted by a small laugh that he could not stand. "half of his house has collapsed now".

"means the house is an old house?, how about it collapsed while you were still living there". Abra asked, his eyes wide open looking at Zahra.

Zahra chuckled "no evidence".

Abra's face looked up sighing unable to imagine a house as old as what they used to live in.

Zahra left him inside the house.

Abra followed Zahra from behind, before going deeper, Zahra stopped her steps and turned to look at Abra.

"don't come to...".

"Let's go back" Abra said. "we'll start over". Abra says it while looking at Zahra.

Zahra smiled sweetly while shaking her head. "you already have a family" Zahra refused.

"me and Vira are separated".

Zahra was silent for a moment. "why?".

"because he wanted it".

Zahra smiled at the sarcasm. "it turns out that you can't really dwell when it comes to your first love" Zahra sneered. "are you stupid?".

Zahra's eyes turned to radiate anger. The first look Abra saw.

"you've wanted to have her for years, after you managed to marry her to have a child with her you took her off just because she asked?. You should have kept it, especially you already have children. At least your son should be a reason to keep your marriage, to keep Vira".

Abra this time understands one thing fatal mistake that made Zahra leave. "Gea is not my real son Ara" he said, staring at Zahra. "Gea's not my real son, Ara".

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