You're Not Mine
Haris's

Chequek.

Yoga with gontai steps towards home in the early hours. His appearance was so chaotic and his eyes were puffy. The mother who saw him already knew what the cause was.

However Yoga was still his son, he himself could not see the child slumped like this. But what can be done, Yoga itself causes this all to happen. All he has to do is become his strength, no matter how mature Yoga is. For him he was still the little son that he always elus his head from long ago. His lap was a place that was at least able to make the Yoga burden a little light.

"Well," said Yoga.

The goddess looked at him pityingly, she wanted to embrace that fragile body. But before that happened the sound of the baritone shocked him.

"Can you still go home? Papa thinks you've forgotten this house. Aisyah is no longer here Yoga. So what are you here for? Don't you have a house with your new wife? Why not just go back to that house? Papa doesn't think with you, do you not consider us parents? Until you buy a house and marry someone's child you don't tell us?" Tanya Haris.

Yoga is just downcast and ashamed of its actions.

"You better get out of here. It was fortunate to have a wife like Aisyah, but it was not satisfied until coming home with this kind of disgrace. Remember, don't expect us to admit your bastard son.

Before Aisyah set foot in this house again. I won't let that woman in here." He continued and intended to turn around leaving the room.

"Aisha will never come here." Lirih Yoga stopped Haris's steps.

After his father turned around, he continued his words. "Because I've been looking at her." her great-granddaughter is getting down.

That made everyone surprised.

Plaque!

Yoga closed his eyes for a moment and regulated his breathing.

"Basic child does not know himself! Now also get out of this house and never come back. You haven't been my son since I committed adultery and married that woman without my knowledge." Throw Haris away without dispute.

The goddess covered her mouth holding tightness in her chest. How could the husband who was so enthusiastic about welcoming the birth of Yoga say so.

"Mas remember not to make decisions in this emotional state." Pinta Dewi.

"My decision is already round." Tukas Haris is short and flat. Then go to his room.

Slowly the Goddess approached her child and gently rubbed the corner of the lips that looked bluish.

"Son, I'm sorry Papa. Papa's just being emotional, don't put the heart in." Smooth word.

Yoga smiled but a second later grimaced. "I deserve it Mah. It was all my fault, I shouldn't have been like this from the beginning."

The goddess shook her head and without saying, she took Yoga to sit down. Then take the water to compress the corner of his son's lips.

"Shhh," hissed Yoga held a bruise on his lips. What anger Haris he saw first.

"Hold a minute." Said Dewi while blowing a bruised area.

"Goddess for what are you still here huh? Don't you see what time it is? Now let's go in!" Haris's word to his wife.

"But Mas, Yoga-"

"It's worth it that he got it. He should have even left this house. You don't have to care about him, now come on in." He drew the hand of the goddess.

Yoga who saw her smiled at the mother, and shook her head slowly. I'm okay, go. That's how it means.

The goddess sighed and followed Haris' steps. Yoga alone in the room. With lazy steps he climbed the stairs one by one.

Chequek.

I'm sorry Aisyah! Please come back, what can I do without you? The complaint in the heart.

Now that the person who would always wait for him when he came home late had left, the room that was usually peaceful by the soft voice of Aisyah when she stood up was now silent, the soothing scent of Aisyah's body disappeared without saying goodbye, the soft touch he often gets on his head is now swept away by the night breeze. Yoga really missed that moment.

...***...

Geck, tok, tok!

The doorway is getting louder tomorrow. While the occupants of the house are still wrapped under a thick blanket.

"Damn! Open door!!" Yoga with tired body.

"Damn!!!!"

Shouts that increasingly make anyone disturbed activities, lucky when there is someone who wants to go out to see the noise in front of someone's house. The person called by Yoga came out and opened the door.

"Oh my goodness, you know, why are you here now?" Tanya Jihan streak but not responded to Yoga at all.

"Surge! I'm gonna take a break!" Ketus.

Jihan frowned at her husband's attitude like that, but she still allowed Yoga to come in and bed. He looked at the facial goals that looked very sound in his sleep.

"Where have you been all this time, brother? You don't know our son always misses you?" The thrust while carrying Yoga hands to stroke his own stomach. Yet as if Yoga was aware of Jihan's treatment, she pulled her own hand. Make Jihan jerk.

"Sister?" There is no law at all. Jihan was upset, she quickly left the room and chose to make breakfast.

...***...

Aisyah looked at the sheet by sheet that was in front of her. A subpoena from the court. This is the final trial between him and Yoga. Counted twice also Yoga did not attend the session.

About three months he did not see the former, longing often approached him when alone. Makes him unable to expel the sad who visited. But with the family beside him makes him momentarily forget about it. Moreover, several times his nephew from Brother and sister also sometimes come to this house.

In front of him was now a small, adorable little girl playing with him. Aruna, her lips and eyes were very similar to her sister Afsana. A year old, he can now say one, two or even more words.

"Ma. ma-ma-ma-ma-ma.maaa." he said with anxiety. With Aruna is what sometimes makes her feel like a mother.

"Hm what's up, baby? Aruna miss Mama huh? Em, Aruna miss Mama?" Aisyah asked by shrinking her voice as well. Anxiously he kissed Aruna's face making him tickle. The expected arrival of the figure made the smile on his face widen even more.

"Hey Aruna dear? Call Mama yah?" Afsana comes with Aruna toys.

With her tiny hands, Aruna pointed to the place where she was used to getting nutrients. Soon, Afsana gave it to him.

Aisyah smiled sweetly at the sight before her, tucked bitterly from her smile. She herself really wants to feel the sensation of being a mother.

But he also did not feel sorry or complain about everything that happened. After sustenance has been arranged, Afsana who saw her brother was silent also invited her to talk.

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