AS BRIGHT AS YOUR TEARS

Your lap

The painting is still hanging in the corner there. A little bit will not attract anyone. Including the love. The shadow of his mother sometimes ambushed the mind of Ririn, as a child could not be happy them. The instincts as a princess were often wasted, all the attention paid to her brother. Therefore Elyana always got her own place in the eyes of her mother. Compared inversely if you find the condition of Ririn is far challenged to raise the family economy. Some of his efforts are sometimes underestimated, the aftermath of many billing in the office. The balance of financing for production is increasing, due to the internal factors of the office. Conscious of Sonya's assessment of her way of life.

Sunday morning, the weather in the city is quite promising. There was a trace of warmth from the figure of a handsome man. But maybe he should accept it. sure enough his guess. Not fully open the window. A thin wind of soft caresses at the end of her cheeks.

Ordinary touch, two weeks would have been good enough to know the sturdy boy but tend to plump, the size of a child the age of the Son. Apparently many of his boy friends always visit just play ball in Sonya's yard.

"The boy play yuk. The weather was supportive before it rained.." invite one of his friends. "You like it best at home. Do you want to sit and play by yourself?"

As calm as a coral once in the place of waves repeatedly. He stayed on his feet, sitting on a piece of stone. Andri tries hard to get a chance to play together, at the waist tetselip plastic ball. Three of his friends were impatient to get him to play ball. Of course, this morning's event is certainly more interesting.the look of his eyes is still sharp reluctant to turn to the window facing the park. Not how long the Son would open his mouth too. He couldn't wait to hear the words of his four friends.

Stand up straight.Son, one by one his friends are looked at carefully. Actually, there are a few kangen to play with them. The son is at least able to restrain his emotions if it offends his dignity. It's good he immediately accepted the good intentions of four friends invite agility to play ball..

"Snap.." - Billy. "When we play Bil. When can it start. It's jam.why....?"

The fatties are more happy to play a role. Of course there are also many reasons Putra refused to play together. Dony heard there was a small commotion outside. As a father, of course, have the sensitivity to provide protection. His work was immediately left alone when his son needed attention and guidance in association.

"He. There is a theme even so. Cute, you should be able to play together. They are most diligent here. Denger's son father. You.must appreciate they are willing victims when invite you to play. Then what's the reason?"

The son was a thousand bases silent, his two tiny lips were like being tightly locked. That's how the key is lost anyway, complicated business.

"Come Put.." insisted the fat man.

The other two just look at it. No idea to sulk the Son. If you have the desire to refuse every time you are invited to play ball. Usually, the Son likes it the most when he plays ball. Doni became a little surprised to see the development of the Son lately.

"We've been waiting a long time."

"You have a problem with what they are. Try to explain it to Dad. Son come on. don't like to make dad more confused."

"Who told you to come here!" answer the Son.

"Don't dong, you have to be friendly with everyone. I don't like your prilak."

Cowering to the face of the Son into the grass. Tears began to rise and there was sadness. Never before has his father given him any hard advice. It is good as parents must be wise in taking a stance. The son's weight according to his father's orders. Proud of Doni to let his son play together. He rushed back to his office.

Doni's habit is still as it used to be, he believes his son's behavior is getting better?

Therefore Sonya seeks to introduce Dony one child, in addition to her son has a more instant closeness. Support each other's affection.

"Son wants to, I'll never ban aunt Sonya. He's done good to us."

Dony smiled seeing Putra is always proud of women beraras ayu. If you want to be a little softened in taking a stand. Especially when he took the streets of Putra to the recreation park. Sweetness when the Son needs the figure of a mother. After all these years he has lost his identity, a wife.

"Dad kept the promise to fulfill everything. As long as the Son does not. Make mistakes again. Like Aunt Sonya's coming here. Just tell me we have a need.'

The little boy looked even funnier than the attitude of his peers. Dony was quite proud to see his son want to know others. That means he also has a chance of getting close to Sonya. Lovingly, Dony sulks the son to invite Sonya to visit their home. The son seems suspicious of his father's behavior. But that's just prejudice.

"Why don't you try....?" seloroh Putra flat.

Dony was surprised to see his son's habits are easily arranged with others. Even though he had received the advice of the Son always wanted to fight the same words of his father. Thought Dony his son now has found a person who fits the same way of mind. Sure enough Sonya's treatment of the little boy was quite familiar. How not the Son at seven in the morning his feet had quarreled on the steps of the side of the house.

"What?"

"Yesterday Son see aunt Sonya looking for dad. Is that not ....?"

"What are you doing...?"

Son gets his father's harsh reprimand, he looks sulky. His son wanted to meet the two in the park. Of course, good prejudice was received from his father. Dony this time was completely aware of the affectionate needs of a mother must be getting more attention than her peers. Sukar Putra must put in the middle of his playmates. Spicy bulbs continue to grow wild.

"Dad always said that..."

"This is for our good? Just look at Aunt Sonya, that's a nice guy. He still doesn't like painting."

'Who said? the proof is that Putra Play there is a painting. If there's no wrong painting of women...."

Dony laughed, a little hidden afraid the Son knew that he was not necessarily in response. Quickly Dony take the child to the painting gallery. Old way to seduce the Son of painting. The activity is often both painting, since the departure of his wife. Dony ponders more often when he feels himself

The son will escape from his father's pursuit. Her tiny steps quickly rolled into the park.

"Dad always lies to Son. The proof yesterday of his promise to go to the moll. Even invited to the park." the weight of the voice of the Son.

After saying heavy to his father. The son is lost as if swallowed up on earth. He will run to a place that always makes his heart calm. A full tree site. Two sides of it are shady trees, the Son will always rest. His heart was so broken by the will of God, that his life was winding by the Nestapa.

The voice of the Son's step has been scattered, there is a similar pain in the eyes of the eye so as to hold the anger churned in the chest. Only then did Dony want to give an explanation, Putra had run to Sonya's house. Half his steps stopped as soon as he wanted to follow the swing of his son's leg.

He thought, Putra must have run to Sonya's house. There is a place of complaint, maybe Putra thinks the woman can replace the position of her mother. Apparently Putra has an appraiser.Sonya's attitude. Always be gentle with everything he said.

"Aren't you usually this sweet?" sonya's voice is slow. "I can feel, you don't have to explain."

Dony stunned. Eyes look strange when meeting a girl paras ayu. I don't know why his heart was suddenly racing. Or he began to dare to imagine the thing that came to his mind. A kind of seed of love ambushed his steps.

"Nothing, I was sitting on the porch. If I tell you..."

"What do you mean?" dony sounded funny. "I didn't have any prejudice against you before. But as time goes by, you try our sweet memories."

Initially Sonya looked at Dony with all hope, so that later she could be with a steady man. If only it was wishful thinking. If he is silent enough. While Elyana seems to be starting to feel the same way Dony. The slightest opportunity must have caused a lot of unrest between the two.

"What to shut yourself down. Poor Son...?" sonya lirih's voice.

Maybe Dony will repay my love, Sonya thought. Thus women when they have set their minds and instincts. Without thinking about his baby, Dony had long wanted to make the Son's life happier. Dony stares at Sonya, as if giving a special signal to his little family later.

"Trus where are you going now?"

"So, I'm also confused where to look! The place where he often plays does not exist..."

"Try calling one of his friends. Yeah, who among them can give you information."

"Thank you for the advice."

"Together."

Thumping Dony while contacting the Son's friend. Behind the anxiety, there is a similar shadow of his wife's face. So long Miranti went for long, the Son of course as solace. I don't know where the kid is. He wanted to say honestly, that all this time Dony tried to protect his son from all kinds of dangers. On the man's shoulder pat, Sonya was actually unwilling to cause Dony's various burdens of life.

"Come, hurry! Wait let alone we should be able to find the Son in difficult conditions. Get quick! You must not be leha-leha..."

"Who said?"

"Sometimes we forget something."

Dony suspected. Maybe all of that would be one answer. It is seen how the Son easily refused the invitation of the father to go on an excursion. He is much more fond of playing outdoors, after school only Putra will run around showing off daily replies on Aunt Elyana.

"You're right."

"Then what must you reconsider, while it happens behind the day. Though I want to repeat that time..."

"Thank you for the help...."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Who would feel the same? Come on, wait a minute. On the way we take her to my house. Who knows, the son is playing. He's really a funny kid." - Sonya.

"All right!"

"You always make it because of. This is the consequence when abandoning. Hurry up..."

This time, Dony panicked to hear Sonya's explanation. That he had made a mistake, before the heavier demands fell on his shoulders. He doesn't care about Sonya's calls. Just in Dony's garage, bring a car to do a search. Sonya tried to block the speed of the car when it came out of the garage. Dony's eyes felt illogical.

"I'm looking for the Son. I feel guilty when...."

"How many times do I have to say. Now it's not right for us to debate...."

"Wait on! I'm not done talking."

"I don't think it's any good!?" argue Dony.

The black jeep roared, signifying the employer's anger. Dony has never been this long? Make straightened his mind because it is confused by the loss of the Son. Suddenly the car stopped right in front of the girl in a tapered fashion.

Oya, such is the attitude of women, good at smiling while hiding the feelings of the heart. At a glance he glanced at the face of the old man hovering. It means he hasn't completely cast aside the shadow of his late wife. Miranti has carved out Dony's life as a painting artist. Can lift its position and is known by collectors of paintings in the country. As her eyes fell on her lap, Sonya was stunned when she glanced at the handsome face that must realize Miranti's dream. So he was still troubled to see Sonya approaching the Son with strange goals.

Thirty minutes around the village and the place that felt the need to be visited by his son's friend's house. The result is still nil none of them gave the news in accordance with expectations. Only then, the awareness reappeared in the eye pelukur.the most favorite place visited when the two often poured a jolt of complaint.

"Lho why did we turn here...?"

Dony did not immediately say Sonya's speech that looks still waiting for a reply. Initially his eyes suddenly changed there was a twinkle of life. Crystal granules of light fell on the back of Sonya's hand. Be careful that he forgets all the bad things in the past.

'

"Filling only.'

"No other reason. Because not only will you feel harmed by those around you...." Sonya started to spread hatred.

Only his heart was calm when he saw the side of the road, and the ordinary Son sat pensively in the long kerosia in front of the gallery. Jeep car stopped suddenly from a distance, the thing that the Son feared would run away avoid chasing his father. He was already loath to be loved by the anointing from his father. Of course with a sense of daily Dony sneak to achieve a long kerosene. Behind him Sonya stalked hoping to ambush the plump body from behind the flower grove.

"I'm sorry I disappointed you."

Uh, shock. Dony's having a hard time controlling his car. The crossing is indeed quiet, but from the opposite angle there is a mini bus traveling at high speed. Within seconds the car Dony was driving was off course to avoid a collision. Sonya can only resigned when the eyes see the condition is less favorable. Sonya's hand grabbed Dony's thigh. The way he takes out fear.

The car is difficult to control and finally a hard collision is inevitable. Hit a tree on the side of the road. The violent collision caused the driver to limp. How many people quickly give first aid to the nearest hospital. Not how long the ambulance car came carrying the victim. Seeming far away two pairs of eyes continue to watch over each other.