Allow Me to Feel Tired

Untying.

Gazing from behind the window of the vehicle she was currently riding in, Fia let out a long sigh. After getting what was the basis of the reinforcement for her to leave, she immediately left the luxurious mansion that belonged to her husband. Full of memories and also a huge wound in his life, making him have to leave everything. No one knows if he left, because all of that has been Fia Prepared for a long time.

It was a long and exhausting journey, until he arrived at the last stop of the bus he was riding. Resisting fatigue is certain, walking slowly with the movement of the fetus is increasingly active.

"Beauty soon, Mother find a place to rest first while we have breakfast." Carrying a sizable bag, Fia entered a quite crowded restaurant.

Ordering a menu that he thought was enough to relieve hunger and thirst, warm water made his body feel comfortable. However, there was a sudden commotion outside of the place. Curious, Fia asked the owner's mother from the place to eat.

"Mom, sorry. What's up, huh?"

" That's neng, Ahmad's grandson Nek Ida is accused of stealing." Answer the mother.

Not knowing why, Fia was eager to see him. The crowd had already begun to decrease, the small body curled up hugging his knees. The little guy was thought by someone the mothers took his wallet, but the little guy denied it. The mother continued to press the little boy to confess, but Fia saw from her eyes an honesty.

"You, a child, have dared to steal. Here it is, usually a grandiose. Once seen the goods of people, just take it carelessly. Come on, I'm you."

"Sure ma'am, I didn't steal. I'm just stealing junk, don't hurt me ma'am." The little body was still curled up.

"Lying to you, obviously I saw you enter something into that sack. Just check the sack." Read the mother.

Everyone who was there was provoked by his emotions, they took the sack carried by the little guy. Dismantle it by removing all its contents until scattered, but apparently nothing found in it other than junk items.

The mother still believes that if the little boy hides his wallet, what a sight that hurts the eyes when he sees the little boy.

"Sorry, pardon. What does a mom's wallet look like?" Ask Fia.

"That's neng, the red color is the flowers. It's a hard kid to do."

"I'm sorry mom, have you checked in my bag again? Probably not looking at it carefully."

"Hey neng, don't try to defend this child huh." The mother's emotions suddenly rose.

Not thinking too much about the words of the mother, but everyone there also suggested what Fia said before. Forcibly, the mother placed her bag on one of the tables there. Opening the bag so roughly, assisted by the mother of the owner of the place. True, the mother's wallet is in her own bag.

"This is his wallet, this is my mother. Ahmad's son is honest, where might he steal." Defend the mother to the little boy.

After the matter was over, everyone there dispersed. Stay the child with the mother of the owner of the restaurant, Fia also came to him.

"Mmm, Ah mad aunt." With a trembling tone of voice, Ahmad answered Fia's words.

"Mrs, Ahmad. Mom goes in first yeah, then goes home be careful, Mad."

Now live Fia with Ahmad, the boy still lowered his head. It was seen once if he was so polite, Fia became smiling looking at him.

"Tante, I'm going home first. Afraid grandma's gonna worry."

Ahmad tidied up the contents of the sack he was carrying, after which he walked away from Fia. However, Fia's footsteps moved to follow him.

"Wait!" Fia walked over to Ahmad.

"May my aunt come home with Ahmad?"

Feeling shocked by Fia's attitude, moreover, they had just met and did not know each other. There was fear in Ahmad's heart, but the little boy seemed to feel close.

"But aunt, grandma's house is very small and not good. Fear, aunty will be uncomfortable if it's there."

"It's okay baby, means auntie can come along. Let's go home together. " Fia's smile is so wide.

Unable to refuse, Ahmad gave Fia permission to follow her home. Far enough they walked, making Fia feel sore and her breathing became very fast.

"Tante is tired? Sit down, here's aunt." Ahmad prepared a road barrier that was wet from the rain, so that Fia could use it to rest.

"Thank you, it's still a long way?" Ask Fia.

"No aunt, it's grandma's house." The little fingers pointed towards a small building that was very dim for light.

Staring at the building, making Fia's heart full. With a boy who may be around four or five years old, struggling to make a living to survive. Continue until they arrive in front of the small building.

"Assalamu'alaikum, grandma. Ahmad is home."

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. A minute." Nek Ida opened the door.

How surprised he was to see a woman with her granddaughter, because it would rain outside. Nek Ida immediately told them to go into the house, serving warm drinks so that the body does not get cold.