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Wikra Family

The sky was on the western horizon as we continued our journey, the orange hue highlighting through the glass, so glare that Ahin blinked a few times.

Before leaving, I told Ahin his father's name. So that he doesn't call Ez dad. Also so that when later met Wikra, Ahin was not surprised.

Ahin's forehead wrinkled when she first heard the name Wikra. The boy didn't like it.

"Wikramawardhana, that's Ahin's father's name."

"Ama's father ain't Ice."

I shook my head, once asserting his father's name was Wikra not Ez.

"Ahin must remember Wikra's father's name."

"It's not familiar."

"Later in Jakarta Ahin will meet Dad."

"Want to see Ice."

"Later to meet Om Ez. But Ahin has to meet Oma, Opa, Aunt Reina and Dad. Ahin should be nice to them. If Ahin is naughty, you will be sad."

Her lips pouted, she disliked the new people. Ahin feels happy with his life now, there are me, Bude and Ezhar.

It must be difficult for him if everything suddenly changes. But how else, I can't leave Ahin aside from Auntie Zara. Only he could love Ahin and raise her whole heart.

Now I hug Ahin, if I can choose then I want to stay with her as well. Seeing Ahin grow up healthy and happy. God separated us faster.

"Mother angis?" she asked as tears trickled down her stye cheeks.

I immediately wiped away the tears, smiling at my adorable son.

"Mother is just glare."

Ahin's head turned to the sun, her hands pointing there. "Four drowned! For the Angis Mother!"

He is my son, not allowing anything to hurt his mother. The sun is ruled.

Ahin looks like her bossy father, so I remember the story of Auntie Zara when she named Wikra. He said the name had important meaning.

Wikramawardhana is the name of the 5th king of Majapahit. Hayam Wuruk's son-in-law. Strong, gallant and intelligent. Auntie Zara wants her son to grow up like that.

Sure enough, Wikra grew up like the king of Majapahit, he was very handsome, dashing and intelligent. Anyone who sees it can instantly fall in love with all the charm.

It's just that Wikra has no warmth for people around. Can he be a good father to Ahin? I didn't expect much.

"Sir, is this turning right or left?" ask the driver while looking back.

"To the left, Mas. Straight until there's a four-story house with a brown iron fence."

"Good."

We're almost there, my heart's pounding. My hands were increasingly hugging Ahin who was in the lap.

Just before the magrib, the trevel car stopped in front of the gate. The Wikra family home has not changed much. The security guard still recognized me and allowed me to enter. He also brought our things.

"It's been a long time, Non. Where have you been all this time?"

"Haha yes, sir. I'm busy taking care of the kids."

"This is Den Wikra's son?"

"Yes, Sir. But I haven't told anyone."

"Oh Allah, all this time Non Yifei grew up his own son."

I just smiled and continued to pull the suitcase, on top of the suitcase was Miao Miao's cage. While my other hand was holding Ahin.

The security guard brought me a suitcase and a backpack, he still can't believe I got divorced pregnant. Repeatedly regretting Wikra's actions.

"Yifei!" Shouted Auntie Zara as soon as I saw me.

The middle-aged woman ran towards the courtyard, directly hugging me tightly until I took off the suitcase. I rubbed his back that missed me so much.

"You're finally back, Auntie's already missing you."

"Yifei is also very confused with Auntie" I said.

A hug was released, I lowered my head, introducing Ahin to her grandmother.

"Who is this cute little guy?" ask Aunt Zara.

"This is my son, Ahin. Ahin quickly salim the same Oma."

Those little eyes flickered doubtfully, slowly he extended his tiny hand to salim. Looks like Aunt Zara realized something. A child who looks like Wikra.

"How old is Ahin?"

"Three and a half years" I answered.

"Fei.. how can you ...."

Aunt Zara realized that Ahin was her grandson without me telling her. Ahin's face was Wikra when she was a child.

"Sorry Aunt I didn't tell you before" I said looking down.

I can't see Aunt Zara's teary eyes. She must be mad that I took her grandson away. He must be disappointed.

"I'm really sorry" I said. Still with eyes down.

Aunt Zara cried, she lowered her head and hugged Ahin. She cried sobbing.

"It's all my fault for not being able to properly educate Wikra."

From a distance, I saw Om and Reina coming out the door. They are confused about what happened. I can't say anything. They all deserve to blame me.

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