Young Mothers
The Question Again
For 1 month the four of them have lived in Indonesia. Ciara and Olive have returned to liveliness as in Malaysia, namely by taking care of Olive's office business is in trouble. And for Dea, he was busy with Ciara's flower and pastry shop that just opened a few days ago. Then Al who is getting smarter today began to enter the school.
Al is now ready with his uniform and school bag.
"Al, are you ready?" ask Ciara enthusiastically.
Al who had been watching himself from the mirror reflection also turned his head to look at Ciara who was standing next to him.
Ciara who got the gaze of Al also let out her smile.
"Al why?" ciara asked as she poked her body.
"Why does Al have to go to Ma's school?" Instead of answering, Al asked.
Ciara again developed her smile. His hand is now stretched out to stroke Al's hair.
"So that Al becomes a smart and intelligent child" said Ciara.
"Al was smart and Al could also learn from Mama and Aunty Dea. Why does Al still have to go to school?" Ciara did not deny the words of Al who spoke if he was smart because it was the fact that even Al was fluent in reading and writing that some children at his age still had difficulty but for Al it was only a thing small-time.
"If the school will learn the same friends Al and Al can also play with them," said Ciara.
"Mama equals aunty is also Al's friend. Why would Al need another friend." Ciara now bit her lip. Like this is Al who does not like to mingle with children his age even Ciara used to often bring Al to the park near from his home while still in Malaysia and the result Al will continue to stick to him and look at children his age who want to play with him using a sharp gaze that makes children his age afraid and not so invite him to play and they choose to leave. And this makes Ciara worried and also afraid. He was afraid that Al could not feel his happiness when he was a child by playing at will. Al is completely different. He is very active at home and if outside he will be very closed and untouched by others.
"Al, listen to Mama. Mama is working, meaning Mama can not always accompany Al studying at home, as well as aunty Dea who now has to go back and forth from home to the store. Aunty Dea is also busy baby right now, can't always keep Al playing. If at school, Al can learn the same teacher who is always ready to accompany Al to study. And there Al can also play ball, lego and so on with Al's friends. Al need not be afraid dear, Al's friends there really well," said Ciara trying to convince Al who is still reluctant to go to school.
"Al don't want to go to school, Mama. Al also does not like his name as a friend. They would only mock Al bastard for not having Papa like them. As said by the aunty first," said Al sadu. It seems that Al's memory of the blasphemy they received while still in the neighboring country is still clearly etched in Al's mind.
Ciara felt filled with the words of her only child. His heart was currently like being pierced with dozens of extremely sharp daggers. It hurts and hurts to remember the reality that you have to accept. It turns out that all this time Ciara has not been able to be a good single parent for Al, until he did not realize that his son had grown into a very smart child with a very high memory ability. And sooner or later Al will ask again about his Papa as he used to when he was 2 years old. Although after a few years passed Al no longer ask about his Papa, but Ciara knows Al always misses the figure of the Father beside him.
"Hey, listen to Mama. Al has Papa, so Al should not be afraid of their talk. Papa Al is here with us" Ciara said, pointing at Al's chest.
"Why is he here?" asked Al innocently.
"Makanya Al can't be sad anymore. Even though Papa is already in heaven, Al must know that Papa Al is always in Al's heart, no matter what happens Papa will always protect Al wherever Al is. Al also still has Mama, Aunty Dea, Aunty Olive and Uncle Dafit" said Ciara.
Tell me Ciara's bad. But this is the only way that Al can understand his situation and no longer ask Ciara where his Papa is. He no longer wanted to see the rejection of the jerk for the second time.
"Sorry Mama lied to Al for the second time" Ciara said.
Ciara's daydreams are now crumbling when Al asks again.
"Where is heaven Ma? Can we go there to get Papa? Al wants to see Papa, Ma." Now the cry of Al that he had been holding back finally broke as well.
Ciara, who could not see Al crying, immediately grabbed the tiny body of her son, bringing Al's body into his arms.
"Oh my God, I can't see my son like this. Have you not had enough suffering given to me and Al all this time? I beg you not to give all the punishment for the great sin I have committed to my son, Lord!" ciara's inner scream.
Many times the pain that Ciara felt when she saw Al roaring missed the jerk. Even this pain is more painful than the repellent that Devano used to give.
Ciara let go of her embrace but previously she wiped away the tears that were without permission dripping down her cheeks.
Ciara held both of her son's palms tightly.
"Al, Papa is calm in heaven with God. We can't pick her up, baby. Al enough to pray Papa. And Al must be a obedient child so that Papa is above, Allah is proud of Al," said Ciara. Now his hand was stretched out to wipe away Al's tears.
Olive who had intended to see Al was ready to go to school was forced to stop her steps when she heard the conversation between the mother and the child. Even Olive also felt a deep pain when she heard the words of Al who continued to miss the affection of a father.
"Aunty promised, Al would always be happy without your son-of-a-bitch Papa, Al," Olive thought and now she chose to leave them.
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Can yok target like 300 per-eps. If it can reach that much tar noon author add deh upnya... Yuk ah gas keun💜