Wife Brought
Peace or Striving for Peace (2)

Rama repeatedly rubbed his forehead. Slightly annoyed that Sakilla had not understood his talk since then. Their conversation is just going round and round. Even Rama did not have time to mention all the questions that Rama had kept in his mind.

Honey, he's not in the mood.

Lazy to continue the question.

"Mamah Annisa is much more everything than aunty. Yes, I'm going to go again. Meningan now I'm learning from the aunt's talk ladenin who in fact even nyakinin me doang."

Rama rose. "Aunty came home and thanks also because aunt was willing to come. Rama is not curious anymore. Yes, aunt."

Sakilla clasped Rama's hand before the boy actually left. "May you ask for a hug first?"

Rama put on a watchful face, staring at Sakilla from top to bottom with a suspicious look.

Sakilla smiled bitterly. His son even suspects himself. "Mother is not going to be evil with you. Mommy just wants a warm hug from your child. Because from what you understand. It seems like it's our last meeting. You won't see your mother again, will you?"

"..."

"Please dear .. last time really."

With a slow step Rama approached him and gave a hug. Sakilla spontaneously cried. Lamenting the fact that this is the last hug between them. Her ego still continues to exist in her making Sakilla sometimes can not control her own speech and now she regretted for talking things.

But, what do you want to say? it seems like Rama also hates himself and he can not do anything but continue what he has done before.

"Although the mother is wrong like gini, you should know that the mother loves you very much. You never see you from small. But the mother always miss the figure of the mother's child and ngebayangin you continue."

Sakilla's hand continued to rub the boy's back.

"Sorry if you disappoint you and your mother promises to accept the fact that you are upset with your mother. Mother promises to be a good person. Just so you promised me, too" Sakilla pleaded with me.

"What?"

"Promise to grow up to be a good child. Mother does not know how the figure of mother connect you. But considering you keep talking about him. It seems he is good. So I hope you follow him. You must be a successful child and do not grow up like a mother who even disappoint many people."

Sakilla took off a hug and cupped Rama's face.

The face of Rama was fixed. From the eyes, the nose, the mouth, everything Sakilla noticed well. There is a feeling of unwillingness that his son will be closer to others.

"Mother knows this is hard for you, but someday. If you are at peace. Mommy can you see me again?"

Rama silence.

"It looks like a fatal mistake mother yes in you," continued Sakilla. "Yes mom shouldn't be anymore. It must be fatal for you. But whatever it is mommy's sorry. If your mistake makes us can not see you again in the future. I think your mother will be diem to see you from afar. Because you can't see your growth, right? and once again my mother apologizes to you."

Rama's stunned. "Look at it later" he replied slowly.

"Once again .. You have to grow up to be a good child. Don't kayak mother. You have to be a joy to many. Not like mother. You should be able to!"

"Yes already .. I went up first," said Rama who could not stand it

Sakilla again kissed Rama's forehead long enough. He prayed and hoped for the boy to clench his hands, trying to hold back the tears that kept coming out.

After being released by Sakilla.

Rama dropped his body on the bed. In his stomach position, he began to cry. His hand kept hitting the bed. It brought out the pain that he had been enduring.

Next to his arm he used to smother his mouth. So that his cry could not be heard down.

"I hate it" she said in her tears. "I hate the fact that in the future I won't be able to see the aunt again."

He breathed a rough breath.

"What was the aunt talking about that anyway? should've been a regular aunt and the talk was bad as before. Not even do'ain me like that. I'm getting weak."

Rama wriggled and changed his position to a sideways sleep.

His hands hugged the bolts.

His tears still continued to fall and ended as hiccups after Rama began to calm down. His eyes blurred as tears continued to fall.

"I'm not evil, am I? I did it, right?"

***

Meanwhile, the,

Bram heard her husband. Now with slow steps he approached Sakilla. He sat down and did not forget to give him some distance. Even so, his gaze continued to be fixed on the second floor. A little worried about the condition of the child that Bram thinks now must be crying.

But Bram has to solve the problem between himself and the woman in front of him first.

"I didn't think that you'd be that bad at twisting facts and in self-defense, you'd blame someone else. Do you actually have a brain?" ask Bram. "I really don't know you at all. It's like it wasn't you before. What the hell? what the hell do you think."

Sakilla could only duck, without answering at all.

"I invite you to come here to explain the truth to Rama. Not just distorting the facts. What else do you even underestimate and slightly insult Annisa," continued Bram with great anger. "You have no rights at all. Annisa certainly has a status far above you. So, there's no right for you to speak ill of Annisa."

"Sorry ..."

Bram massaged his forehead.

The man looked at Sakilla who kept looking down. After seeing her so often, it was the first time Bram could see Sakilla clearly and he could see that Sakilla's weight had dropped so drastically. It was very different when Sakilla was still in this house.

His face is so sweet.

"Actually what do you think of to choose this path. Really Sakilla .. I still keep wondering, what exactly are you doing here anyway."

Sakilla swallowed the saliva, feeling nervous about getting such a sharp glare. His body was as if it was not wrinkled and his mouth was very muffled. Can't respond at all.

"I wonder in my mind, what exactly is my fault with you."

Bram shook his head slowly.

"But something really made me curious. Since when have you had such a deviation?"