Twint A
Wearied

The day is getting late. Tasia had just checked Marcel to make sure he was asleep. Now, she was on the balcony of the room not forgetting the warm cup of tea and the blanket that covered her body.

He massaged his temple and leaned on the back of the chair. He was tired of all this ... Tired of the journey of his life ... Tired of bearing wounds. After all, he was just an ordinary human who had a limit of strength and could show fragility.

He was tired but he tried to be strong. Only for the son. He lives only for his son ... His son is his life, his breath, his soul and his heart.

“I'm tired”. Lirih Tasia let tears just drip.

“I'm tired ... Hikss”'s. Now there is no strong tasia, there is no firm tasia. There is no dely that used to be, which can eradicate any pests around him. There's none.

“Arrrrggg ... Arrrgg”. Shouted Tasia unloading the burden that was on her mind.

“I hate ... I hate all this”. His yelling ruffled hair rattling in frustration.

“Why all this happened to me ... Why”

“ I also need tranquility. Why do we keep it like this ... I'mtired. I want to be happy too. Oh my god ... Don't you pity me and my son. She is still a child, why she already has such mature thoughts ”

Tired of crying, he began to finish and felt the burden of his mind had been somewhat reduced.

Walk into the room and again close the balcony door, then lay his body on the bed and start closing his eyes .. looking for calm and forget the bitterness even if only for a moment.

•••

While in the room. Marcel sat pensively after his momy's departure. He thought about what he saw and what he saw.

He saw the fragility of Tasia. Really am! That's something he hates. She hates the tears of momy ... He hated the cause of those cursed tears coming out.

He hates that guy. He hates. Her nature greatly decreased dely, especially her other nature , Cruel. Down the opa ,Reyhan.

He knows how the family trip will turn. From A to Z. He counted every tear drop that came out of those beautiful eyes that always made his heart warm it.

She never hated mommy. Mommy is the one who already contains, gave birth. Although the momy only took care of her until the age of three months. However, every time you make a phone call ... The momy always encouraged her, gave her advice and always supported her.

His grandmother always took care of him and cared for him with great affection. His grandmother could occupy the second position of the two women he loved , his Momy was the first woman he loved and cared for.

Before birth he could always feel if the momy loved him very much. Sometimes her mommy always invites her to joke and talk a lot.

Giving birth, which must be the taste is really delicious. Mommy can only fight on her own. He can not imagine for sure the momy can only hold the sprai cloth for his strength enhancer.

He doesn't feel sorry for his mom. He is just very loving and does not want to lose the person who has contributed in his life.

If he says he feels sorry for momy. That's not the right word. Except the word 'Pity' can be expressed in a way that is not sincere or sincere.

...••••...

The next day. Marcel was getting ready to go to school and be escorted by the driver.

“Ar ,you heart heart ya”. Soft Tasia speech.

“Iya mom”. Marcel answered looking around his momy eyeballs that swelled although not too exported because of powder.

“Already mom put it in your bag, will eat and must be spent. If you have not bargained to temen temen”. Tasia averted her son's eyes.