As Strong as the Mentari, as Soft as the Moon

Episodes 108. He's my boy

My eyes were ceaselessly staring at the little boy who was spoiling in the Vienna mama's cradle. The boy was seen sumringah when the Vienna mama's fingers targeted the body part of the herd. His chuckle was so crisp it filled the air this afternoon. I smiled at the boy who was none other than Rafan, my own son. He's one year old.

Run to train Rafan on a stretch of white sand. At the age of just one year, apparently quite troublesome if you have to step quickly following the steps of the Vienna mama who has been in front of him since. But Rafan was not discouraged. He would always get up every time he fell. Cheers from mama Vienna, Bu An or mbak Min have strengthened his heart to step back or maybe run. I smiled as her tiny feet left a trace on the white sand. Before long the trail faded on the broom of the waves which always faithfully greeted the shoreline.

The little boy laughed as his body flew for a moment in the air as his steps were able to accompany the Vienna mama. Even with mama Vienna, her happy letter is so significant and inevitable. Again, I took a long breath watching everything. "Oma's grandson is great...! Be strong like your papa and mama, Rafan." said mama Vienna.

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There was a strange sigh that was peeling at the end of my heart when I heard what my mother said. And do not feel clear bulir also began to plunge freely decorate some of the face. I also saw my mother's hand rubbing the edge of her eye. I'm sure he feels guilty too. Apparently time has not yet erased his sadness because of the departure of his son. "Mama.." I said softly, who kept staring at my mother from behind a large tree.

Sitting listlessly as I leaned back on the tree while hiding the delusion by regulating the breath. My eyes were closed too. My crying did not end when the drizzle in my heart began to turn into a storm. I sobbed great. My shoulders were shaken as a single handsome face haunted my memory. He is Keanu's brother, my own husband. It's been a year since his departure as Rafan's age, our only child.

"Mamamama.." the voice of a boy. I gasp. As soon as possible I realized the presence of the bulky boy who was looking at me with his round eyes. While her tiny hand tugged at the end of my veil that dangled almost to the ground. I was stunned for a moment looking at him. "Rafan.." I said in a trembling voice. Not wanting her to see my tears, my hands began to look at my face and shrank. Shaking my hand grabbed the body of the bulldozer in my arms. I kissed her puffer cheek full of days.

The longing that suddenly disappeared. And that poignant taste is now starting to change into joy. My smile also expands to decorate the face and all souls. Well, my little boy has become a panacea for the magic that has been running the soul.

"Non Fara." said Bu An disperse my reverie. "Yes, Mum...?" I said looking at him softly. There was a sting at the end of his heart as his hand grabbed Rafan, my boy. "In a moment, Ms. An" I said. "Sorry non Fara. If it's too long, Bu An is worried that Viennese mistress is suspicious" he said. I was silent too. And finally I let my little boy get snatched from my cradle. Meronta Rafan seemed reluctant to part with me. Even the whining becomes more.

"Mamama.." he said it made me more bitter. But the whimper was not able to stop the steps of Bu An, a domestic assistant who was infiltrated by Mirza as a nanny Rafan so that it can be my eyes and ears for the existence of the only boy my puppet.

I sobbed. Both slats of my hands covered my face unable to stare at the departure of the bulky boy who still continues to whine and look at me. Then with a twist I waved my hand while breaking the smile even though sad continues to run the soul. "We'll see you again, baby. Be strong and be patient, baby. Strong as the sun is always real even though the storm is sweeping, and patient like the moon waiting for the day before while dividing the soft light accompany the night. Mama loves you.." I said softly while holding back my grief.

I took a long breath. My eyes closed for a moment. Trying to feel the whir of the wind then that greeted my body. The caress of his blow turned out to be able to fly the end of my hood for a while. "Fiuh.." grunted me. I also stood staring at the vast open sea. Thanking her for accepting every tear that fell on her body. The sad thread that I put on the wave ripples that tirelessly came and went to say hello to the shore. The sad thread that I let go to break in the waves that hit the rock. The sad thread that I just let go with the waves in the vast ocean. I also let my feet get wet in washing the waves. While hoping for my sadness to decrease or disappear is not effective.

"Non Fara." said Azam who adeptly paddled me. Apparently the rain spatter started to greet the earth. I smiled at him briefly to then twist the body leaving the shoreline. Half-running me down the stretch of white sand and leaving a pseudo-track on it while keeping a beautiful story. The story with my son that became a good memory today. Slightly covered my body because of the rain water blown by the wind. Even his laughter started to make my body giggle.

Then I threw my body into the seat next to the wheel. My eyes kept on the spot where Rafan was. It felt like his crisp laughter in between the pounding waves would fill my heart-wrenching soul. And sure I am, my grief will gradually become like. Although the heart still drizzles because I am unable to accompany her growth, but my occasional meetings with her make me a little save happy hope at some time at some time.

"We stopped by the store first, yes." I asked Azam, the man who was ordered by Mirza or Aiman to take care of me. It's a kind of bodyguard. Hehe... Then Azam smiled while nodding his reverence. While his hands began to start and forward the car at medium speed. For a moment the sound fills the air even though it sounds faint because of the pounding waves or the sound of rain that is becoming more and more.