A Friend from Malaysia

Yuri's Urge

"Nrank ..." Hafiz still felt stuck in his throat when he mentioned that name.

"You're back at home. It's not good to live out there without family. Atok didn't ask you to leave your biological family, Hafiz. Atok only asked you to return to the Nirwan Family. You're a child of Nirwan descent, no different between you and Ilham. You're not a surrogate child for us like you've been accusing us all along. It's not like that. Hafiz is Hafiz, Andini is Andini. For us we are both our grandchildren," said the Atok.

"Hmmm right said Atok, go home, brother. If you can't believe it, what if you only believe in Atok? You are also still my sister, intan payong," persuaded Ilham chimed in.

"I'm not bad to call me that. I'm not a little boy," he said.

"You are Intan Payong, who is suke sulking. Hahahaha," tease Ilham.

The worry is gone now. Replacing with relief because it seems to bring Hafiz to meet Atok brings wisdom to be able to gather his family intact.

****

The Gold Century apartment,

"Aren't you coming home, Yur?" yola asked as soon as the three reached the Ilham unit. "I mean, I'm not upset, yeah. I'm just nanya. Who knows if you want to go home, I can call you a taxi to take you to the front of the house where your brother lives. By the way where do you live here anyway? Same who?"

Yuri stuttered a little.

"A-I live with my brother here," replied Yola. "Yola, can I catch this mall here?"

Yuri asked Yola expectantly, making Yola a bit surprised.

"Could, could. If you want to stay here you can, really," replied Yola.

Yuri looks very happy to hear that.

"Tell?"

Yola nodded. He was astonished, just allowed to stay over why should Yuri feel as happy as it was to get the lottery?

"Armghghhh!!! Thanks Yola, thanks for letting me know!" yuri said enthusiastically.

"Hmmm yes," Yola replied with a smile. Yur, we sleep in one room. I don't think he's going home tonight either. I'm gonna sleep Ammar for a minute. Do you want to watch first or what?"

Yuri nodded.

"I'm here first" said Yuri.

"Darling, Ammar. Mommy sleeps, yuk?"

Ammar who had been yawning nodded.

"Okey Mom, Ammar was very sleepy" said the boy.

Yola pulled Ammar up to her waist and took her to walk to the room.

"Ammar, pee first and then go to sleep, okay?" the word Yola reminds Ammar to urinate first before going to bed.

The little boy nodded. Go to the toilet and then go back to bed. There Yola, the Mommy had been waiting for him.

Yola patted the soft bed next to her to tell Ammar to sleep next to her.

Ammar complied and then lay in the arms of Yola.

"Ammar, do you want Mommy to tell the stories for you?" yola asked if Ammar wanted him to tell her a story.

It made Yola chuckle and then rub the head of her baby and Inspiration.

"Hmmm, if that's like sleeping," said Yola increasingly tightened his embrace on Ammar.

Sometimes Yola often thinks what makes Ammar different from other children. He is very independent and rarely depends on others. A little regret rose in his heart. Could it be that Ammar's attitude was like that because of the boy's lack of self-compassion all along?

Ammar lowered his head into Ammar's arms.

"Mom, don't ever go again, okay?" said the boy with his eyes closed.

Yola rubbed Ammar's back fondly.

"No. Mommy's not going anywhere. Mommy is here" replied Yola.

Ammar reopened his heavy eyes and looked up at Yola.

"I mean Ammar, Mommy needs to go study abroad again, Mom. Poor Lil Bro, if Mommy leaves. Later he was bullied with his friends like Ammar first," said Ammar while yawning.

Yola nodded at hearing that. Suddenly his heart became sad to hear him.

"Ammar bullied? Who's bothering Ammar, honey? What did they tell Ammar?" ask Yola to know.

Ammar was remembering while yawning.

"The friends of Ammar always said Ammar did not de Ibu because he did not send and invite Ammar kat tadika. If there is an event in Tadika, Ammar does not de Mommy. Only ade grandma, but if the grandma is back in Johor, the only friend of Ammar is Mak cik Saidah. Ammar is bullied, Mom. Friends of Ammar said Ammar ni must be picked up by Daddy at the hospital. Ammar is not de Mommy" he said sadly. "If Mommy leaves again, Lil Bro will also be bullied, Mom. Poor lil bro later, Mom!"

Ammar rubbed Yola's stomach.

Hearing Ammar's story makes Yola even more choked. Oh my God, even his little Ammar who was still that happy had experienced bullying? How sinful he used to be was not on the side of the little boy. Rela parted with her own flesh and blood just from feeling heartache with the circumstances.

"Sorry Mommy, Ammar. Mommy very-very sorry, Okay? Mommy promised, Mommy will never leave Ammar again. Mommy will take care of Ammar and Lil bronya Ammar from now on" Yola said, unable to hold back her tears.

Ammar yawned again and nodded in response to Yola's words and promises. Back he sucked his head into Yola's arms.

Until the boy fell asleep Yola was still accompanying him, patting the back of Ammar who had sailed to the island of dreams. He's been pondering a lot tonight. Her bitter experience in the past without her knowing it has been transmitted to her innocent child. How stupid he was then. Ammar suffered a lot from it. And it seems that the boy is more mature in addressing every problem that befalls him than he is a mother.

Yola sighed and placed Ammar's head carefully on the pillow. After pulling a blanket over Ammar's body, Yola returned to the living room, meeting Yuri who was watching television.

"Yola, when will Hafiz marry me?" suddenly tanyanya.

Yola frowned.

"I mean, you don't misunderstand me. But I'm afraid my stomach is growing like you. You and his brother Hafiz have been married for a long time, so people will understand even at your wedding everyone knows you are pregnant. But I'm different, Yol. I've never been married. What if everyone knows I'm pregnant first?" his insistence.

Yola thought for a moment.

"Let's wait a few days until this fire problem is over. I'll talk about this again with Mamah" said Yola.

"Your parents? Hafiz's mother?"

Yola nodded.

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