The Value of Loyalty
Families

Dad joined just to give strength to his wife's son.

Understand if the state of the child's household is not as smooth as the toll road, but never suspect if finally the divorce was implemented.

Until the crying event a little muffled, with Linggar still at home perched on the thighs of the mother.

Father started to stand up and stepped closer to the two people who were still sobbing with the remnants of crying.

“You enter the room, rest first!” While stroking the shoulder of the youngest child, “ Dah night.”

Linggar stood up following the wiferuksi from the father into the room with a nanar view of the mother who was still following him.

“Down also break.”  Father who looked at the mother, now his hand that had rubbed Linggar's shoulder turned to the mother's head.

“I want to sleep in Linggar room yah!” His eyes seemed to be asking for approval.

“Mother has room, why should sleep in Linggar room?” Father who frowned. It neutralizes the face, although sadness also adorns the heart.

 “I just want to accompany Linggar well. she must be lonely.” Mother wiped her face back, her tears turned out to have many children. Still coming out one by one, wetting the cheeks.

“No need to bun. Linggar only takes time.” This time, my hand was holding my wrist. It could be, his wife ngeyel directly into his son's room without giving the father's ban.

“Well, Linggar must be sad yah.”

“Iya, I know Linggar is sad, but mother went into Linggar's room to say what?” Now one hand is raised up, sweeping your face.

“Just want to calm your child so as not to be too sad and lonely.”

“Do tomorrow. Linggar must be fine.” A little pull on your hand until you can lift

the body from sitting. I have to use a little energy, let the mother too long struggling with her wishes may not be too good.

Mommy wants to accompany and calm Linggar?

Under these circumstances, between mother and Linggar who would strengthen whom?

The existing Linggar will be even worse to see his mother who continues to cry for her marriage.

Although sad it turns out Linggar can still sleep peacefully. It may be true if crying requires a lot of energy to make him tired himself.

Mother entered the Linggar room without knocking on the door first. Found his son was still asleep with a blanket that was not shaped like a spring.

Approaching, then stroking slowly Linggar hair. Don't forget a brief kiss on the forehead.

His view did not change, only focused on the face of his son who he thought was less fortunate in the household. I don't know how long you've been at home with that kind of situation.

Linggar blinked his eyes and rubbed slowly with his fingers, staring at the mother who was sitting next to his body that was still stretched.

“Moment, when to enter?” Linggar asked, eyes have opened even though they are still narrowed.

“Sleep what time is it last night?” Ask worried.

“Even night directly sleep.” Honest lingerie. Even until this morning, the clothes attached to his body were still clothes that were last night.

Mother's smile expands.

Imagine if Linggar can not sleep all night just not proven.

On the contrary, the mother who justu can not sleep, even though the elusan hand father in the head is not able to make it fall asleep.

The phallus has woken up from its sleep and is sitting facing the mother. Even so, his head continued to bow. Feeling dizzy may be approaching, perhaps from crying too much last night.

"Drink first!" Mother's orders following a glass of water poured her in front of Linggar.

After sipping the water given by the mother, Linggar looked down again. Dealing with your mother under these circumstances embarrassed her.

Ashamed of not being able to defend his hand home.

Shame because his household is only corn.

Mother smiled at him while continuing to rub his son's shoulders. Like I said last night in bed. Mommy should be able to be the backrest Linggar at this time, if the time is tired mother's turn father who will be a place to lean. That's one of the uses of family.

“You guys should stay strong. Don't be too late in the sadness. There is too much love out there on the face of the earth, you only need one of thousands of love. Mother is sure you can find her. Just need more interaction with the outside world.”

“You can pick up your own happiness. Mother is always there for you.”

Although when he said that his tears seemed to want to drip, but as much as possible he could bear. He cannot be weak in front of Linggar. Let her turn back to crying in front of dad.

Linggar.

“Still bun.” Smile expands, as if to say that he has healed. Despite his condition his heart was still hurt very wide and sick.

It was too obvious that the smile was a forced smile. But it's okay, now they only strengthen each other even though only acting. Because when they turn around, the tears come back.

“Mandi just came down. Mother wait downstairs, breakfast. Don't go to college, your eyes are swollen!” Still smiling as he stood up and turned around.

Right after the door closed, tears flowed again without permission from the two actors.

Linggar day was only at home according to the mother's advice. As much as possible he did not occupy his room.

Because if he goes into the room and is alone he will again remember with Rindi and cry.

Right said mom, he's a man. Must strong.

Can't cry.

There's a lot of love out there and he just needs one of those thousands.

Smiling at the mother's advice.

Jogging around the complex, then playing basketball on the court, watching tv in the living room while enjoying warm tea.

For a moment he was confused, what else to do at home alone.

Ah not alone, there's mom.

Even though she looks more busy than usual. Starting from watering plants, cleaning the house, then cooking.

Before, I was not as busy as I am today.

Linggar decided to lie on the sofa in the grand room, hoping to take a nap there so there was no need to go into the room.

For a moment his mind drifted to a few months ago. He took Rindi to his house just to let go of the longing after a few months apart.

They were caught hugging on the side porch, so they decided to go to this room.

On here.

On this couch.

He and Rindi sat close, very close. While watching TV he did not really enjoy. He even forgot what movie he had seen. He just remembered, grasping hands with fingers chubby Rindi that like the fingers of a baby hand just a large version.

Occasionally brought Rindi's hand to her lips, with Rindi who was just silently enjoying all her treatment.

It turned out that time felt so beautiful.

Slowly but surely his memory seemed to carry him in sorrow.

He came back crying.

It is hard to move on right away.

To Be Continued!

Don't forget the thumb.

Flowers are just like coffee too!