WHEN LOVE IS TESTED
Fadli's Birthday Anniversary

The day went on, not felt today, was my son's first birthday, it was not felt, I really enjoyed my role as a mother, as a wife.

My relationship with my husband as usual, we can say a harmonious couple, with sometimes unexpected ingredients of testing.

My relationship with my other family is also very good, ayem.

Tiwi still lives in my house, although sometimes I have to hold back, with all the strange behavior, typical behavior of teenagers, which is sometimes so difficult to reach.

“Happy birthday granddaughter“ Mamah Anita gave parcels containing picture books, crayons, and bags with spiderman pictures, well .. now my son can start walking, although sometimes still limping, now my son can start walking, and also his hobby is doodling the walls, once I was very surprised, when I saw his room painted with as neat and beautiful as possible, suddenly filled with graffiti Fadli's hands, and, using his father's permanent marker. Fadliku, growing up to be a smart kid, and super active.

“Happy birthday also granddaughter“ do not want to lose Mother gives a large parcel, containing clothes, shoes, and hats that also show spiderman.

I smiled, moved by the affection of these Grandmas.

“And this from Aunte“ Indah thrust the parcel in wrapping wrapping paper, containing a toy that also rusted spiderman, “Happy birthday yes ... ponakan ateu“ Lovely kissed Fadli's cheek in my sling.

Fadli smiled, “Sih, anyway, sih“ that's all that sounds clear in my hearing, maybe he wants to say thank you.

All chuckling, for his cuteness.

“And this from Aunty, to Aden Kecil“ Bi Lastri gives a small package.

“Aunt why bother?“ I asked, so moved by all the abundant affection that everyone gave to Fadli.

“Don't bother mom, just a simple gift that's not much, hopefully Mom will accept it“ Bi Lastri smiled, I know there is sincerity in her eyes.

“Of course Fadli will like, thanks to Bi“ I received a parcel from bi Lastri, who knows what it is. Then combine it with another gift.

“And this, dariiiiii ayaaaahhhh!!!“ suddenly Anwar appeared from behind, pushing a mini-bike.

“Ya ampuunnnn!!“ I pat the eel, where can Fadli ride a bike?? It's his first birthday, not his fifth.

“Hhheee ..” His father smiled, accompanied by the laughter of his son, who seemed to understand. Then it was accompanied again, with everyone's smile.

“And this from Om“ Andre thrusting a small parcel, which somehow contained what.

“Happy birthday yes handsome“ Andre rubbed Fadli's head.

“Thanks Om“ I replied with a smile.

“Sama-sama“ replied Andre.

While Tiwi was just speechless, she gave nothing away, and without any reaction. He just listened to our every word. His view did not shift from my husband.

I don't like that. That wajarkah???

“Now, Fadliya cut the cake yaaa ..” Mamah Anita tried to reach for the plastic knife, which I deliberately prepared.

I smiled, while Fadli just kept chattering, maybe he was very happy, well. I just want my son to live a simple life, I want my son to be able to appreciate the hard work of his parents, by not wasting his parents' money. Although we could afford it, having a magnificent party, inviting lots of guests, but we didn't. I don't want my son to grow up to be an exaggerated child.

After the cake cutting event was over, then we went to eat together, it felt so delicious, could gather with the whole family, eat together, share stories, share laughter. There's nothing more fun than this.

“Fadli, wait here for a while, son, I want to go to the kitchen first“ I sit Fadli on the carpet, but Fadli instead pulled the end of the game I used.

“Why?? Fadli don't want to stay???” I crouched down, stroked his head.

“This, Fadli holdin this ya“ I thrust milk packed in the pacifier.

Fadli, still struggling, as if asking for something.

“Alright, now Fadli wait for his mother, while watching this ya“ I took out a new phone with an apple logo in the bite, Anwar gave a few weeks ago. Then play the video of the twins upin ipin, Fadli's favorite.

Fadli was immediately a henchman, while lying on his stomach, he laughed watching the video I played.

Fifteen minutes later, I went back to my son who was still watching, laughing.

“Fadli mam first ya“ I squat sit.

“Bu, mam, nok, nok, mimi“ Fadli shows a phone that has been lying around.

“Why?? Yes ampuunnn son!!“ I was overwhelmed by the feeling of I don't know ...

“Why?” Anwar came from behind me, while I was silent, speechless, my handphone, I stole milk from a bottle of Fadli's pacifier, until my phone died.

“This“ I thrust a phone at Anwar.

“Mati??” tanyakanya.

“Hmhht“ I replied, that's all I can say.

“Honey, why did you flush Mom's phone??” Anwar sat down and asked his son.

“Nok well, nok“ replied, trying to explain.

“Fadli, this is not a spoon, this is mobile“ explained Anwar.

“Nok Well, nok“ Fadli is insistent, while pointing at a dead phone helplessly.

I take a deep breath, Fadli my son, whatever his mistake, I will forgive, especially now that Fadli is just a toddler, who has not understood anything. But yeah ... still nyesek, look at the new phone, must have died.

“Let me buy you another new one yaa ... “ Anwar smiles at me.

“Hhmmhhht“ my answer is weak.

“Hhhhuuuaaaaaa .. “ suddenly Fadli cried with great urgency.

“Loh??? How crying??? I'm not angry kok“ if I embrace Fadli's body.

“Cup cup, do not cry again yaa“ I pat her back slowly.

As if feeling guilty, Fadli continued to cry in my arms, making a rowdy atmosphere of the house, until others came crowding.

“Why granddaughter grandma?” mama Anita asked worriedly.

“Nothing Grandma, Fadliya again drama aj“ replied me while giggling.

“That's mah, his mother's new phone, she flush milk from the bottle, until dead“ explained Anwar.

“Oohhh yes ampuunn ..” all laugh.

“Maclum, maybe he feels bad, he feels guilty“ Mother replied, laughing.

“He inherited your nature Jan, who likes to not enjoy“ continued Mother.

“Ah, Mother's son, already yes don't cry anymore, right now have a lot of gifts“ I carry Fadli to his room, and fondle him, hoping he can fall asleep.

But Fadliku is so, it may be true what Mother said, she always felt bad and very sensitive, if there was a small thing happening to me, then suddenly she would be a little.

Fadli, still sobbing, until at last he fell asleep in my arms, perhaps tired, crying too long.

I put him to sleep, in his box, my son asleep in peace and quiet, meeting his dreamland.

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