YOU'RE DUAL
The Extra Part 1

A few years later,

Ara had already entered college while Farhan was currently sitting in the 1st grade of High School. Over the years, there have been many surprises that I have received. Ara who attended college because of his achievements made him only pay half of his normal SPP. While Farhan is now growing up to be a difficult child to manage .

I don't understand what happened to my son, but the thousands of love that Mas Rashid and I have given him. Sometimes I wonder if I taught her too hard, ah but not really.. I only forbid him if he comes home at night, I only advise him when he forgets to study.

Farhan lately more often live where Mas Bram, I do not know what kind of upbringing he taught. Right, when the kids are getting older I don't forbid them to stay with anyone they want. My separation from her biological father made me not want to separate between her father and her son.

"Yamaa!!!" that call blew my daydream.

I turned to "Eh Atha dear...."

Yes, he is Athaya Abbasy, my son and Mas Rashid is now 3 years old.

"Mama why daydream? Atha called from earlier" he whined.

"Sorry, baby, oh, where's Farhan?" while I look back.

"Abang go again ma, he said he wanted to go to Papa Bram, Atha just delivered to the front door, this ice cream Atha location refrigerator huh?"

I nodded "Yes son"

I opened the bookcase in front of me, a warning letter from the teacher I was still reluctant to read.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Mas Rashid at the door

I turned to "Waalaikumussalam, baby is home? how can you hear the car?"

"Hmm how do you want to hear, your mind is everywhere" said Mas Rashid while I just laughed insipidly.

Rashid glanced at the paper I was holding "What is it? "

"uh uh? emh, oh this?" gelagapan. I am ashamed to have to show this letter to my husband, whether this letter I hold on my son's mischief.

I bowed and sat down in the guest chair close to the entrance. Rashid realized my fear, he approached and hugged me .

"What's wrong?, Farhan again?" ask her and I nod.

"Have it, don't be sad. Let Mas come tomorrow"

"But I..."

"What's the matter, baby?"

"Sorry, my son is embarrassed again" I said slowly

"hussttt already, don't talk about it. Farhan mas's son too, don't think about it anymore. Oh yes hungry, ready food yes, shower first"

***

The next day, we went to Farhan's school and there was Bram with Friska. We greet each other, I have forgiven them even though I have not forgotten what happened.

"Rai, Rashid "greet Bram and we nodded

"You are called also mas?" ask me for wonder .

"Yes, what's going on?"

"We'll see" said Rashid suddenly.

Then shortly thereafter BP teachers called us, right in front of our BP teachers sitting in line. It's like a reunion, huh?.

"Good morning mothers, gentlemen "greet the teacher.

"For Ma'am" we said in unison.

"I'm sorry it's interrupting the time, there's something we need to talk about right now "

"If you can tell, what's wrong, ma'am?"

"Yes ma'am, what is my son doing?"

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"This is Sir, Ma'am... A few days ago Farhan was caught smoking in the hall with his friends.We can not keep him anymore, mother and father there are only two options "

"If you may know, what are your choices?"

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As if struck by lightning hearing it, I could not hold back my cries. How can my son smoke in school? All this time I never forbade him to hang out with anyone but not necessarily smoke too.

Mas Rashid hugged me tightly, then we looked at the four of us, I gave the number 2 code while Bram nodded.

"How's Mom, sir...?"

My tongue is my tongue, to answer it I cannot. What wrong? son, what's your mother's fault in babysitting you?.

"We choose the second one, ma'am" said Mas Bram

"Alright, we'll take care of the letter. Thanks for the time, Mom"

"Together, let's go..."

Outside, we sat in the school garden facing each other. The goal is to discuss Farhan's future .

"Then what now?" ask me directly

"Ekhem, as a mother you should be able to keep the child, not concede a gini" Bram said.

My emotions are provoked, what did he say? he blames me? is he unconscious?

"What do you mean Bram? you're fucking me? Conscious dong, as the father where your responsibilities are!"

"You're the one who doesn't care, I'm the one you blame" he said again, absolutely outrageous.

"I'm sorry, sir, do you realize where Farhan sleeps every day? ha? she's home! I only met him in the afternoon, as long as he stayed with me he was good" I growled, Bram silent. Mampus, checkmate!

Mas Rashid was just silent, he wanted to give us free time as biological parents to straighten out the problem, but because he saw us ignited emotions Rashid also opened his voice .

"Sorry everyone, I don't mean to interfere, but this is not the time to blame each other. Farhan should we move immediately, there's a suggestion where to go to school?" Ask Rashid while I'm silent.

"Let him come with us!" this time the one who spoke was Friska.

"Tap----" I said cut off

"Darling, let.. After all Farhan was already big, let "said mas Rashid calm me down.

As I stood still and thought, what did Rashid mean? ah yes, maybe I should try it, because before Bram blamed me.

"okay"

***

This morning I took my kids to a beach. Ara and Syifa were already sitting at the very back seat because they knew as sisters had to budge on her younger siblings .

At the moment Atha is sitting alone in the middle seat because we are picking Farhan up to his father's house.

Once in front of Bram's mas house...

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Finally Farhan came out, how surprised I was to see my son's appearance. The hair is not straightened and what is it? thin mustache? god, he keeps a mustache while he's still in school.

"Geez!" muttered

"Why ma?" ask Farhan

"Your son, why should that be?"

"cz! it's called style young ma, ah mama kudet"

"What is a scab?" ask Atha

"Lack of deck updates" Then Atha laughed.

I kept quiet again, not wanting to extend it.

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