Asmara Anastasia

Early Bitterness

"Mom, Dad, I want to come with you. Why did you leave me." The ten-year-old girl's heartbroken cry, leaving tightness in the chest for anyone who saw her.

Anastasya roared and occasionally scratched at the two mounds of red earth lacquered the names of his parents.

"Why did mom and dad leave me. Was I naughty, and not obedient until mom and dad chose not to take me."

The girl looked at Ayu, her aunt.

"Auntie, let's tell Mom if I'm going to turn into a good boy." Anastasya's whine pulled the end of Ayu's clothes arm hard enough. But the aunt remained silent, holding back tears.

The girl has now moved on to her uncle.

"Come uncle, tell Dad if I'm going to turn into a submissive child. Let's say uncle." Half yelling, Anastasya almost frustrated and grabbed his mane because the uncle did not answer he said the slightest item. All mourners are silent. There was only sobs and rain spots that accompanied the funeral of Anastasya's parents.

"Why are uncle and aunt silent? Why can't you guys persuade my mom and dad to get up again?" Anastasya roared again, he hit the uncle's chest and cried there. The man's heart was also broken.

Actually Anastasya already knew enough about what had happened. It's just that, he thought as if he refused and refused to accept the death of his parents.

Ali clutched the nephew's body tightly. Letting the little girl spill over the claustrophobic. One by one the mourners chose retreat. Until leaving the three of them who are still struggling will be sad.

Ali himself did not expect that the angkot carrying his two brothers had to have an accident that took the lives of the victims. And worse, his two brothers also became victims in the fateful pursuit.

All cannot be prevented. The same is true of destiny that cannot be changed. All of them are with the permission of the almighty. Unable to be rejected.

Ali loosened the deck. He gently pulled Anastasya's body, in order to reach out to her face.

"Ana, let's go home" the uncle asked. "You look very tired" the man continued.

Ayu also approached her husband and nephew. They are still a newlywed couple who just got married a few months ago.

"Come ana. We go home yuk. Look, your clothes are wet. You can get sick later," Ayu persuaded.

Still sobbing, Anastasya looked at herself. The white-colored style with the matching color hijab looks dirty filled with red soil mixed with rainwater. His body was cold and began to shiver. He looked back at the graves of his parents. It feels so hard to go.

"Auntie will take you if you want to come here tomorrow." As if you know what is in the mind of the nephew, again Ayu must be smart to process the word, and try not to hurt the little girl's heart.

The aunt's words, like a sedative. Anastasya nodded, then took the hands of the couple to leave.

*****

Staring at the entire room of the house, little Anastasya again roared as if losing his mind. All corners of the house like reminding him of the two parents who are gone.

Ali and Ayu are again made a crime. In the hearts of both people, they also want to scream. Not only did Anastasya lose the figure of an old man, but they also lost the figure of Brother as the only kinsman.

Ayu re-embraced Anastasya's thin body in her arms. Allowing the nephew to cry without any intention of preventing. I know exactly what it feels like to lose. Especially at the age of Anastasya who is very young and still needs the affection of his parents.

After tired of crying, apparently the little girl fell asleep in the arms of the aunt. Ali carried Anastasya's thin body and carefully moved the basket.

From the doorway Ali and Ayu stared at the sleeping Anastasya with mixed feelings. Both of Anastasya's parents are gone, and that means they will replace all roles and responsibilities.

Ali gently pulled the wife's hand to sit in the living room chair. Both seemed to breathe deeply.

"Sir, you know that my brother is dead, and Anastasya has lost both parents."

Ayu nodded, hearing the husband's words.

"Are you going to refuse if you consider and raise Anastasya like my own son." Ali stared fixedly at the wife's shady face. He was honestly afraid, if the woman refused his wish.

After a moment of silence, Ayu smiled faintly and nodded.

Ali smiled, he looked at the girl he had been married for a few months. Not only her beautiful face, but also her heart.

"Are you really not turning down the deck, and will you think of Ana as our son?" tanya Ali was convincing.

Ayu nodded without hesitation.

"Yes, right." Suddenly, Ayu touched the belly of her queen. "And so Ana, can be our child's sister later," continued Ayu interspersed with a thin smile.

Ali who heard the wife's answer and also the movement of her hand rubbed her stomach, did not let her heart wonder.

"Daddy, what do you mean?"

Ayu smiled broadly, revealing her neat white teeth.

"I'm pregnant mas," Ayu replied with a sparkling face.

Ali gasped, until for a moment a smile was glared at his lips.

"Is that really deck?" Ali clutched his wife's hand tightly, as well as his locked eyes.

Again, Ayu nodded without hesitation.

"Yes, and she's four weeks old now."

Hearing the words of the wife, Ali also clutched Ayu's body without saying a word. Despite suffering, it turns out that God also gives him happiness.

Long enough a couple of husband and wife were clutching each other, venting a sense of happiness. Until Ali remembered one thing, which made him decipher the decapitation. The man's face turned cheap, as if there was an obstructed mind.

"Mas, what's wrong?"

Ali sighed deeply, but did not change the look of his face that still looks grim.

"Dek, all this time we've been contracted. And Ana still owns this house from the relics of her parents. Then what our lives will look like going forward, deck. Does Ana want to stay with us on contract?" Ali was doubtful.

As well as Ayu, the girl shook her head faintly. Don't know the way out.

"Uncle, aunt, what if this house is for sale."

The sound that arises from the back, makes the couple gasp and immediately body-shaped.

The bodies of the two stiffened when they saw the little girl standing in the doorway of the room with a look of agitation.

Oh my god, Ana. Has he been standing there for a long time and heard our conversation?

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