A Man's Self-Esteem Is Working

Father Figure

It has been two days we occupy the house rented by Mr., and it has been more than a week we have not met with Mas Ardi.

Before going to the top I had indeed decided to part with him, there was already nothing I could hope for anymore from this marriage.

For two more years I was patient and convinced that he was going to change as we expected, but maybe my exspetation was too high to just the disappointment I got, everything I do is fruitless - what, I'm tired of hoping in people who don't care about us, we who should be the top priority.

I am very confident that Allah S.W.T will make my steps easier later, God will change our fate as long as we want to try.

Before I filed for divorce, I approached my two children first, I asked them for permission to part with his father.

Adam may have understood and allowed me, but Rashid? he will only be two years old next month, what if he misses and asks where his father is? Although when he was born until now he was used to having no father figure accompanying him.

Here I do not intend to break the bond of love Father and son, if he visits on the basis of wanting to meet his children I will not forbid him in the least, very entitled to get time with them.

"Are you ready?" evan asked when he saw me coming down the stairs.

The two-story house that you rented had 4 rooms, two on one occupied by me and the other Rashid occupied by Adam, while on the lower floor occupied by Mother and Evan.

"It's ready" I replied nodding my head.

"Call me Evan!" his murmur was upset.

It's always like this if I call him Mas, I don't know what he's got in his mind.

"Why? you are 3 years older than me, you also told me like that" said I raised next to the eyebrows in wonder.

"I don't want to" Evan insisted on refusing

"Give me a clear reason" I said firmly.

"The name makes my hair bristle with fear" he answered by rubbing the nape of his neck and shoulders.

"What's? sure enough" indeed I called him by the name - the name of the demon and his friends.

"Well I won't call you that, what about you?" I still have to respect him, but he is still older than me.

"Well that's better, all the files you've prepared? after the trial you're gonna go with your friend?" a series of questions came out of Evan's mouth.

"Yes, Why? do you like it?" I asked teasingly with a smile the grin looked at her face.

"How could I possibly like a shy woman like her, seeing her face clearly I couldn't because she was always bowing her head" evan's words made me chuckle furiously at the sight of his lips muttering - we talked about my training friend.

It is true that Dance is a shy woman, her level of shame will reach its peak if she meets a handsome man.

Never mind greeting, just look at her face Tari will turn reddish from shame, adorable once every time I remember the girl, the orphan who cared for her grandmother.

"If you see it clearly you'll be crazy for its beauty" I said.

"That's impossible" replied evan rolling his eyeballs confidently.

"Bare betting?" Ask me to give you a challenge that means something else.

"What order?" tanyanya.

"If you like her, you have to marry her" he said, staring at Evan's face closer.

"And that's not going to happen" he said in denial.

"Well I give up, I don't want to follow the bet" Evan said half-screaming as I left.

"What breakfast do you love?" I greet my first child while kissing the top of his head.

Since we met with Father, Mother and Evan we are not too worried about food, Mother always provides healthy food especially for children she made her own, whether salads, pudding, pudding, cake or cookies Mother even took a class to be able to please her grandchildren, until now I see both my children look puffed up on their faces.

"Granny's toasted bread, do you want it?" as for Adam to give a pot of toast that he has shared 2, we used to share food together still clearly visible in memory, we once ate instant fried noodles one pack divided by three as a dinner side dish.

"Mom make it yourself, spend the breakfast yes" said I stroked thick hair Adam.

"Well, can Adam come with Mom and Evan?" Adam asked as I spread pineapple jam on the bread I was about to eat.

"Where are you? anter to school?" I asked in wonder, before asking for permission Adam would have known the answer is yes.

"Take to court" Adam replied, choking me on the bread I made.

"Why?" ask me after trying to neutralize the discomfort in the throat due to choking.

"Mas Adam was worried that Mom was afraid there" he replied, bowing his head.

"Darling." I rubbed Adam's shoulder.

"Om Evan will exist, later Om Evan who takes care of Mom so Mas Adam school alone does not need to worry about Mom" said Evan calmed Adam.

"Mother." said Adam lirih almost inaudible.

"Yes Mas." I answered gently offset Adam's voice.

"Mas Adam let me know if Mom wants to marry Ust Husein, Mas Adam likes and loves Ust Husein" said Adam raised his eyes we met, I can see if Adam's words are like begging that he wants Husein as Father.

"This morning is noon, better Mas rushed to spend his breakfast later Mas misfortune, this is the first day Mas studied at school again" said I divert Adam's request.

"Mom doesn't like Ust Husein?" Adam asked, his eyes were already glazed.

Son so I step on hussein that you grieve for words, said Mother.

"Mas is not so, Mother can not decide now" said I reasoned.

"Mother doesn't have to promise if it can't be Mas Adam's, Om Mas Adam's waiting in the car" Adam left the dinner table, we could only look at Adam walking out.

"Mas.." I said softly.

"Indri let it be like this, give Adam time to understand it" said Mother prevented me who wanted to pursue Adam.

"But." said I glad to see Adam like this.

"He lost Father once and Husein was able to replace him for a while, it's only natural that he wanted to" Mother explained to me, it turns out that with me by his side still makes him lack of a father figure and look for him from others.

"But I can't promise anything about Husein Bu" I said.

"All decisions are in your hands, if you think it's good all will certainly understand" said Mother.

I'm sorry, Mom, I don't deserve Husein, she deserves a better companion, I hope you understand