About Diana

About Diana
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Night Kia darling."


 


 


Who, however smiling. "Ma-night is also Mah" replied Diana.


"How was school today Dear?"mamah asked as she scooped the rice onto Diana's plate.


"Well Mah," replied Diana softly.


"You're not being bullied again, are you? Be honest with Mom."


Diana shook her head, her eyes watering with teasing. If only in front of him this was his mother, surely he would feel great pleasure. There are many stories of an evil stepmother, who enacted her child like a maid but, her story was instead compared to the reverse. A biological mother is like a stepmother and a stepmother is like a biological mother.


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"Why are you crying, baby? Is it wrong with you?"


"Hiks... Mah, Mamah. Mama should hate me! Ma'am and mommy-dad also hate me...."


Mom got up from the chair and immediately hugged Diana. Diana puffed up, feeling the comfort of being in Mamah's arms. His eyes closed for a moment then released his embrace.


"Prove baby, prove to them that you can! Prove that you can be more than them" said Mamah while wiping away Diana's tears.


"Ma-thank you Mah" Diana said.


"We're eating again okay? Don't be sad, there's Mamah same brother Revan here."


                           Ooo


The moon is upset. Currently, he was surrounded by people of his age with his papa. Had it not been his papa who insisted on coming, he would never have wanted to. He was very lazy to display his sweet smile on his papa business friend.


If anyone invites him to chat, he will answer briefly clear and dense no need to beat around the bush and get straight to the point. Just let them know the real attitude, this is it.


His finger was busy sliding the Mobile screen, even though no important notifications came in. Again and again the Moon could only cluck in annoyance, hoping his papa stopped his chat show.


"Arkan! Why are you so long?"


"Sorry Dad, Arkan was stuck."


"Well! This is your son Hen? It's big, huh?"ednan asked in amazement.


"Yes, Ed. This is my son, his name is Arkan, and this Arkan, Dad, his name is Ednan."


Ednan. "Oh yes Arkan, this is the son of Om," Ednan said hanging, stroking the Moon's hairpins.


The moon puffed up, staring lazily at this man named Arkan. He stood up to reply to the hand of Arkan whose hand had hung in the air.


"Month" said the Moon briefly.


"Only Moon?"tanyakanya.


The moon rolled her eyes lazily. "Light of the Moon Edara,"the Moon retorted slightly.


"Too me-"


"No!"cut the Moon fast, then sit back.


"Month! That's polite dong!"ednan Strictly.


"Yes,"the Moon's.


"I'm sorry about the attitude of Om's son Arkan" Ednan said he felt guilty to Arkan.


Arkan took a slow. "No Papa Om, anyways he's like that because he's bored."


"I've been believing this since, too!"mumbling Moon.


"Yes, why don't you go for a walk? Who knows if you could be a friend or more" joked Hendra-papah Arkan.


"Yes really, later we can be besananan, right Hen?"ednan then laughed.


"The older we get!"inner Moon was upset.


"Yes, we're leaving" Arkan told Diana.


The moon smiled, a clever idea flashed in his brain. This was the right reason to escape from this, fed up of him constantly lingering with business-savvy old people.


"Yes!"sahut Moon excited.


"Where are we going?"ask Arkan on the Moon.


"Go home" replied Moon Jutek.


"It's not good to lie to the parents" Arkan said, focusing on the steering wheel he was controlling.


The moon raised her eyebrows. "liying? I'm not lying, who came out? Not me, right?"moon Shower.


"Ok, where's your house?"


                          Ooo


At 09:30 Diana woke up from her sleep. A dry throat is supposed to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He did not think that the water supply in his room had run out, inevitably he had to go to the kitchen.


Passing through a white room. He stopped his steps, the door was not closed tightly, leaving a little blemish.


Curiosity arises, when there are quiet voices in the room. That voice was the voice of Revan and-Mamah.


"Mamah knows you love Kia, but that does not mean you leave your responsibility in managing the business. You don't have to worry, Mamah here will take care of Kia."


"Not Revan does not believe in Mamah but Revan does not want to leave Kia."


"Revan, with Mama. You've done all this from zero, banging bones to success and now after success you want to minyiain?"


"If Kia wanted to live in London with us."


"We wait until Kia wants to baby, we can't force it."


Diana pondered. Again, it troubles others. He does not believe in Revan, he chooses with himself rather than taking care of a business that has developed and developed rapidly. With a bit of courage, he went into Revan's room.


"Kia!?"


"Ma-sorry Mah, Rev, I-I accidentally heard your chat. I-I didn't mean to eavesdrop," Diana said guiltily.


"Because Mom, you should go to London to take care of your business. I-I'm used to myself, brother."more.


"But Mamah and Kia are here, when you'll be dying,"sela Revan.


"Same ma-mama you're moving, I-I'm used to myself really, really" said Diana reassured Revan and Mamah.


"KIE!"yelled Revan and Mamah.


"Dear, Mom wants to be here, Mom wants to keep you here" said Mamah.


"But-but brother Revan?"


"Will not be here once a month, how?"tawar Revan raised his eyebrows.


"What are you gonna miss?"ask Diana again.


"Can be vidiocall," replied Revan embraced by Mamah.


Diana hugged Mamah. "Thank you Mah" Diana said.


"Kok Mamah doang hugged?"grunts Revan is upset.


"Yee!"ketus Mamah's.


Diana chuckled, letting go of Mamah's embrace then turned to Revan. Revan ruffled Diana's hair, it felt so good to have a little sister, could mess with her hair because. He used to want to have a little sister and now he has a beautiful and nice sister. He was so grateful.


The words happiness are arranged in his brain. There is an older brother and Mamah who love him sincerely here. Although not really siblings but, they still love him.


If only I were as light as cotton, though,


Maybe I was already flying carried away by the wind.


Like an ant that gets an overflow of sweet gulali.


Like a person who is fasting hears the voice of the azan maghrib.


That's all me, that's all me,


my life was pitch black attended by some people who gave colorful splotches in my life.


My kin is upstairs, though,


May it always be like this.