A Friend from Malaysia

Trust Me, Please...

"Darling, Ammar. Are you full?" yola asked when she saw the child in front of her, putting her spoon and fork on an empty plate.

"Yes. Aunty's. It's very delicious. I like it. Next time Ammar wants to eat here again" he said.

"You like it? I'm happy then. Next time Aunty's gonna taste better than this. Unfortunately tonight there are only eggs" said Yola, wiping a little sausage on the tip of Ammar's lips.

Gaining such attention Ammar felt very dear and cared for. I don't think she wants to let go of Mommy Yola. She'll make Mommy Yola forgive Daddy no matter what.

"Other times? Bile is, can Daddy come eat here, Aunty?" tanyanya expectantly.

"Ehm ...." Yola was confused to answer.

He didn't know the boy's father how could he invite him to eat his house? Even eating out will look inappropriate because Yola does not even know the status of the man is divorced or not with Mommy Ammar. Even if the man was divorced, it would still be inappropriate for him to invite him to eat at his house. Yola is also a woman who has been married. Even in his heart, he did not really feel like he had been verifying with Inspiration. Ah, he remembered the man again.

"Account .... Can't you?" whining the boy.

"Ehm... Be able. Of course you can," replied Yola.

"Thank you, Aunty. Daddy must be happy to hear it," said Ammar who can only be answered with a smile forced by Yola.

"But baby, because aunty didn't know it would take you to your Daddy unit. So tomorrow morning how about Aunty take you to your school? Where did you go to school?" ask Yola.

"Ape it's TK, aunty?Ammar doesn't understand." he asked innocently.

"TK that if in Indonesia Kindergarten. You know kindergarten? Kindergarten is kindergarten" Yola explained.

"Owh .... Ammar schools in Tadika Ceria. Here kindergarten's name is Tadika, Aunty."

"Oh so? Forgive Aunty for lacking knowledge, dear. Btw, tomorrow aunty take you to Tadika Ceria. Now, it seems useless because it's already night. And aunty couldn't knock on the apartment door one by one. You know apartment units here are in the tens, maybe hundreds, too" Yola said.

"Free?" ask Ammar confused. Free means free.

"The meaning of aunty is in vain" Yola said.

"It's okay. No problem, aunty. Thank you for letting Ammar sleep here tonight" said Ammar.

Yola nodded and smiled as she ruffled Ammar's hair. It made Ammar smile. Looks like Daddy and Mommy have the same pleasure of ruffling her hair.

After that, Yola was again busy dealing with work problems with her laptop while Ammar was busy watching television. Before long the doorbell rang, Yola immediately came out. She did order one child's sleepwear stel through an online shopping app. And sure enough, it turned out to be a courier who came to deliver his order.

"Ammar, you change clothes first. Your school uniform let the aunty fold so it doesn't tangle up again for tomorrow" Yola said, helping Ammar change his clothes.

Ammar immediately complied and put on the sleeping pajamas given by Yola. It was a black sleeping pajama with a yellow star motif.

"Look right in your body. You're very-very cute and handsome, Boy. Your parents must have been very handsome and beautiful. Aunty's right?" praise Yola.

"Yes, You're totally right, Aunty. My Daddy handsome very. My mommy is also very-very beautiful" she replied proudly.

"Aunty can see that from you, baby," said Yola. "Now you sleep, yes. Tomorrow Aunty takes you to your school."

Ammar nodded happily.

"Aunty, can you hug me?" Ask. "Ammar biase can't sleep if it's not embraced by Daddy."

Ammar is really smart to take advantage of the situation in order to hug his biological mother.

Yola herself did not mind it even though she was wondering why the child did not feel awkward at all with her.

"okay, dear. Here Aunty hugs," Yola said as she laid herself on the bed.

With a sideways position Yola hugged Ammar while patting his shoulder. Yola really felt like a real mother.

Until a few minutes later Yola just thought to ask what the name of the father of the child. After looking back several times on Ammar's face that fell asleep somehow Yola felt the child was very similar to Ilham while asleep.

"Darling, can Aunty know what your Daddy's name is?"

Yola stroked Ammar's cheek to wake the boy up. But unfortunately Ammar has sailed to the island of dreams.

Slowly Yola let go of her embrace of Ammar. After that he immediately stood up and immediately moved back to the living room to finish his task.

While he was busy typing in some planning for a supermarket on the northern edge of town, his apartment bell rang again. That forced Yola to pause her work. Immediately he rushed to the door and saw who had come through the doorbell intercom monitor.

Yola was surprised to see who was coming. It's Inspiration! Oh my God, what is he doing here? No one knew she had moved into this apartment other than Hafiz.

Doubtfully Yola connected the doorbell intercom to greet Ilham.

"Yes, what's wrong?" ask Yola.

In his heart Ilham smiled hearing that voice even though he had not seen the host yet.

"I'm sorry if I interrupt, ma'am, saye lost my son. His name is Ammar. The person at Atok Saye's house did not meet him when he wanted to pick him up in Tadika. And I asked the announcement, Katanye Puan found my son Ammar and told me to pick him up at the unit, Puan. Can I see Saye's son?"

The deg! Whahuh? Ilham says Ammar here is his son? Which means Yola's son too.

Oh my God, my Ammar! He's really Ammarku, Inner Yola. He wanted to scream and express all his feelings. Feelings of happiness, sadness, guilt and regret mixed into one.

It did not take long for Ilham to wait, in a matter of minutes, the door with the double door was open. Then with his acting Ilham also seemed surprised and jolted to see Yola.

"Yool-Yola!" strangle it with maximum dramatic.

Yola looked at Ilham with glass.

"Ape you made it here, Yola?" ask Ilham.

Yola tried to wipe her tears that were about to fall.

"Say. He's Ammar my son, isn't he?" his question did not concern the expression of Ilham's shock.

"But you ask that? Ammar is my son. Kenape he could be your son? Not that all this time, you never cared about him? Then what is this? Kenape is he with you? What tactic did you do?" ask Ilham with an angry expression.

"You said he was your son? Why do you ignore it yourself? Why could he live alone with Atok? Where'd you? Are you more concerned with living with your wife without caring about Ammar? Why would Ammar get lost without you knowing? He even looked for you in this apartment? He doesn't know in what flat you live in. Do you think you deserve to be called Dad?" attack Yolanda back.

He's really angry now. But Inspiration doesn't care. He barged in and checked both rooms in the Yola unit. He finds Ammar in the bedroom of one of them sleeping in a new pajama. Meanwhile, Ilham knew that Ammar was wearing a uniform.

In his heart he was happy to know that Yola was very concerned for Ammar even though he did not know that Ammar was his biological son. But for the sake of the smoothness of his mission, he had to keep pretending to be angry at Yola.

"Ammar, let's get up. Daddy came to pick up Ammar" said Ilham, holding Ammar's body.

Yola who came from behind immediately blocked Ilham.

"Wait a minute, you can't take him. He's sleeping!" yola said trying to block Ilham.

I don't know why he doesn't want to part with his son now.

"Eape? Kenape I can't take him. I'm the daddy-he's my son," said Ilham insisting.

And in such crucial moments, Ammar pura awoke from his sleep. With his eyes repeatedly opened, the boy looked at his father.

"Daddy?" tanyakanya.

"Yes. It's daddy, Boy. We have to go home now" said Ilham.

"But Dad. Ammar still wants to be here with Aunty," whined Ammar.

And now Ilham sent down his only son. Inspiration looks unhappy.

"Yes, aunty's an employee of N-one. He's Daddy's subordinate." replied Ilham flatly.

While Yola looks upset at Ilham. Why didn't Ilham introduce her as his birth mother?

"Owh, thank goodness. Last Ammar kire her Mommy Yola. Ammar hates Mommy Yola! Thank God, if aunty wasn't my mommy. Mommy I'm so mean!"

"Darling, why are you saying that? Mommy you can't be so .." said Yola with glassy eyes.

"Aunty Mommy doesn't love Ammar. He left Ammar, Aunty."

"Your mommy must have a reason, baby .." persuaded Yola.

"Ammar, we go home to Daddy's apartment ..." said Ilham while holding his son.

Yola followed Ilham and Ammar out.

"Ammar ..." call Yola.

"Aunty, Ammar wants to go back first" he said.

Without caring for Yola, Ilham immediately carried Ammar out. Yolanda stared at their departure with a grievous heart. But uh ....

Suddenly, Yola was surprised to see Ilham stop his steps in front of the door of the apartment unit next to him. Unbelieving, he saw Ilham swipe his access card and entered the apartment unit.

Yola swiftly ran after Ilham and Ammar to the apartment unit next to her. Yola hurriedly squeezed the bell.

Inspiration inside his apartment saw who was coming on the monitor, becoming excitedly laughing at Yola. The stubborn and arrogant Yola finally withered as well and came to him on his own.

Feeling that their first mission succeeded Ilham and Ammar also did tos.

"High five, Bro!" ilham said while giving his palm to Ammar.

Ammar gladly welcomed him and put their palms together.

"Dad, Daddy's sure Mommy Yola's gonna be back?" ask Ammar.

"Definitely darling! Go to bed room. Daddy wants to talk to Mommy first" said Ilham. He began to make noise with the sound of a bell that Yola rang continuously.

"OK, Dad!"

Ammar immediately left his father and went to the room. However Mommy and Daddy have to reunite, that's how he thinks.

After Ammar left, Ilham immediately reopened the door of his apartment. Folding his hands on his chest, he looked at Yola unblinking.

"Why? Any job business we should discuss?" tanyakanya.

Yola breathed in frustration. He didn't understand why he was here in the end, in front of this man.

"It's not an office, so what I want to talk about is not a job" Yola replied.

"Then?" ilham Fishing.

"It's about Ammar" replied Yola.

"Mr Yola, Ammar is my son."

"He's my son too!" reply Yola.

Inspiration smiles meaningfully. He then allowed Yola to enter.

"When you come in" said Ilham.

This time Yola obediently followed Ilham in and sat on the sofa. Yola chose to sit facing Inspiration.

"So you confessed to me that you married me? Isn't it when your interview session comes you've never been married?" serang Ilham's.

This asshole, Yola thought. Isn't he the one who made me like this? Why do I feel like I am wrong?

"I'm sorry, Chief Director, Mr. Ilham, you know exactly why I said that. If I said I was married and the interviewer asked my husband and son, do you think I should say I'm married to you?" ask Yola exasperatedly.

"Say the problem?"

Yola gritted her teeth.

"The problem is that you and I are divorced!" answer Yola coldly.

"When? Babile I dropped a talaq on you, Yolanda?"

"You didn't drop talaq on me. But we've been separated for 7 years. Talak will fall on its own, when a wife is not endowed with inner birth by her husband," Yola pointed out.

"OKAY. So you mean, I don't want to give you a living born inward, so into, Yola? All this time I always tried to meet you but Mama Ratih and Papa Abi stopped me. I don't want to give you a living either, but they don't accept my gift, Yola!" shangkal Ilham's.

"We all know why they do it. So there's no need to demonize my parents" replied Yola.

"So you don't trust your brother?" tanya Ilham emphasized the word "branch" against her. "Abang will give you a living starting from the present. How about starting with the inner living, hmmm?"

Inspiration said that with a soft tone. If I could not remember the betrayal of Inspiration, Yola would have been lulled into her seduction.

Ilham moved his seat next to Yola and desperately hugged Yola to persuade her. Of course it was responded by rejection by Yola. He immediately pushed for Inspiration.

"Thick is also your face, Mr. Director. Please don't misunderstand me. I, however, have assumed we are divorced. I'm here to talk about Ammar's custody. Please let me take Ammar to Indonesia. Mama misses her grandson so much" Yola said between pleading with annoyance.

"I can let that happen as long as you come back to me, Yola. Forget what happened to that mase. My brother had his own reasons for doing that. Open another love sheet with your brother. I promise I'll take care of you with Ammar from now on."

"Sweet words, Mr. Director. The only reason you were back then was simply because you wanted to play me. And because you love Sonia. And now you want me to be the third person at your wedding after you hurt me? You can't be more ruthless than that, huh?" cynical Yola.

"Percaye with Brother. Brother has his own reason mase it. But my brother didn't want to play Yola. The only one my brother loves and my brother thinks is a wife is only Yola" Ilham said in frustration.

As Ilham said it was a cell phone on the table ringing. Yola could clearly see the name of the caller on the phone. Sonia's.

Inspiration also saw that but ignored it until the phone stopped ringing by itself.

"Trust me, please ..." said Ilham pleading.

The phone rings again. And this time made Ilham upset by it.

"just hang. Your wife called" said Yola sarcas.

Inspiration picked up the phone with a huff.

"Eape?"

"Where are you? Why did you come back to KL?" ask the voice it doesn't like.

"It's none of your business" replied Ilham.

"Then you become my husband, all the ape-ape that transports you and the ape that you do will be my business, Ilham," replied Sonia across the street.

It made Yola so fed up and got up from her seat. Inspiration pulled his wrist roughly. But Yola won't lose. With a single rude blow he immediately left the unit of Ilham.

So annoying! What two shameless men! yola's curse in the heart.

Soon he entered his apartment. After closing the apartment door, it was unexpected that he even cried bitterly. He did not expect that after 7 years the pain was still there.