The Three Sweet Dads
"As you say, God chose us,"
"Why Ay?" because his steps were far ahead of Inara he turned around, he was surprised to see Inara who suddenly fell silent. Abi frowned, how could this lover daydream about something when it was with his carefree walking without burden. He moved his foot towards Inara.
"Yes, what's wrong?" abi asked, his eyes darkening in Inara's eyes.
"Don't papa I just remembered something, come on, brother," he said, then walked ahead of Abi.
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The black sedan cuts through the streets of the capital, which is always crowded with vehicles. Although the holiday, does not make people recede to do their activities. Life is hard, it takes hard work to survive, slow a step it will be fatal. Maybe that's what motivates the people they pass by, working hard tirelessly.
Inara looked out, she saw some small children dressed in shabby clothes, their skin looked dirty and even spiny on the face whether they were conscious or not. There are those who bring newspapers, sell tissue there are begging all have their own type of job. The harshness of life affected those poor children. Whether they have parents or not, who knows?
Inara looked ahead. The two men in front of him no one started the conversation bored him. The girl who usually spends about twenty thousand words a day is forced to remain silent because of the circumstances.
If Inara is bored by this situation, another thing with Abi and Lasa. Because the ability of those who only spend about seven thousand words a day makes them ordinary.
Inara couldn't stand this.
"Sister," he exclaimed.
"Yes?" the two answered, but in his heart he called only Abi. But it's okay because both of them have spoken well he will open the topic of discussion this time.
"Regarding the basket we met last night, brother," he said.
"What's wrong with that?" Abi looked back at the lover while Lasa sharpened her hearing.
"Either why I feel that the baby is not actually thrown away just forced to be thrown away," Abi frowned wonderfully at the words of the lover, what difference try? it's the same, the ending is wasted, he thought.
"What's the difference? hehehehe," a crunchy ruckus sounded echoing in the sedan car.
"Soak gini, the basket we met as it was prepared so it even had a mosquito net so that the baby was not satisfied. Continues the thick cloth that wrapped the baby and the age of the baby," Inara's statement exposure is still ambiguous, must be juxtaposed first with the incident. Those who do not have above average or less sensitive brains may not be able to compare that fact with some events that may occur before the disposal of the baby.
Abi is still digesting, but it takes quite a long time. Unlike the tree nut beside him that the possibility of his brain signal has switched from 4G to 5G. Lasa began to understand but her eyes were still focused forward.
"Well, I need time to digest this" Abi said, of course, no problem for Inara. No matter how much time Abi takes, it doesn't matter. Inara just wanted to help them find the baby's parents.
"Gue knows," said Lasa, in the middle.
"Possibly her parents have been trying to raise the baby, the proof is that the baby is old and not a newborn red baby. I don't know what the reason for the baby's parents is, but if we find the baby's parents, we are willing to adopt the baby" explained Lasa, making Abi and Inara nervous. So Lasa was really sincere about taking care of the baby, no element of coercion? that was the question that filled the space in Abi and Inara's head.
"Usually you do not care about each other especially like things that are clearly not your responsibility. But I wonder why you took care of that baby? you can just give up the police continue to happen like Lo said, the baby belongs to the country," in the long argument there are questions that must be answered Lasa. Inara was also made curious about the answer of the betel tree as well as her boyfriend's best friend.
Lasa was still loyal to his position, even his eyes were faithful not to glance at Abi let alone Inara who was behind him, "As you say God chose us," that's the answer and it's enough to make Abi silent not want to ask again. And so is Inara.
"But we're still going after his parents" he added, then stopped because of the red light.
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The black sedan stopped in front of Inara's house. The house with the black fence was covered, the black paint of the fence was peeled off followed by orange because the iron began to rust. The fence should be diligent in the paint and do not let it rust.
Abi releases the seatbelt that hugs her body along the way then exits and opens Inara's door. Again and again it was witnessed the eyes of a single person who else if not Lasa. But as usual, he does not interfere with the happiness of others. Because he believes everyone has their own way to be happy, so there is no need to disturb the happiness of others by mocking, snoring, or commenting on unnecessary things. While limited safe enough to be silent.
"So let's go in first," he said, that's what they should do not if it does not run out it will become a material for the mother-memak housing complex. Sent between two men with a sedan car is enough to be a material for even slander for mothers who sometimes have a noble nobility mouth. Although there are only a few groups like that, but they are too smart to spread the word of birds so many people believe. Given how terrible it was that made Inara so educated.
"Sister Lasa is also coming," he asked, as it seemed that Lasa was not interested in stopping by. Hah, that's how Lasa is. I don't know what makes him so indifferent to so many people and impressed like he didn't want to be friendly.
Lasa releases her seatbelt and follows Abi and Inara. Inara rang the bell of her house and no matter how beautiful the middle-aged woman still looked opened the door.
"Assalamualaikum mother," Inara immediately kissed her foster mother's hand. Ms. Salma's name is.
"Assalamualaikum aunt," was joined by Abi who kissed the woman's hand. While Lasa budging do not intend to imitate Abi's behavior. Until the elbow hit his new arm he came to his senses and did the same.
"Wa'alaykummussalam the children of mothers came," he said his face was so sparkling happy to see there Abi and, just this time he saw a young man with slightly squinty eyes with a height higher than the child's lover. Perhaps a descendant of Chinese or a descendant of the Dayak tribe, guess it in the heart.
Seeing the mother frowning he also introduced Lasa, "This mother is Lasa's sister and Lasa's sister is mother, Salma's name," The two also throw a smile at each other. Mother Salma who smiles as bright as the morning sun is Lasa smile that looks forced with lips that are not interested in two inches.
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