Cephia
homecoming
Sefia closed the door slowly so that Sania who had just fallen asleep would not wake up again. The boy had been exhausted from home and immediately wanted to sleep. It was fortunate that Sania could force her to take a bath before going to bed. To eat, they had eaten a lot since the exit permit.
As Sefia heaved a sigh of relief, she felt that someone was staring at her making her look to the side. And sure enough, 3 men lack lean work on the front wall of each room. It looks like they're talking to each other or brainstorming, maybe? Sefia couldn't guess what they were doing at 11pm that night.
She leisurely smiled and waved slowly.
“Night all brothers. I say goodbye first. Don't smoke here, brother. Sania can't get caught by the smoke of the roko can jam her. Thank you for taking the time to listen. I'll excuse you first..”
Sefia turned around and walked away. But just a few steps away, the voice of one of the men stopped him.
“you didn't stay?”
Sefia Turned around and smiled. I don't know which brother asked because they looked the same. Equally flat sucks. If only Sefia had a pretentious-looking friend like them, she would have been stabbed so many times that she smiled.
“Sister. I went back to the apartment. Again sorry to interrupt and good night.”.
Willing to turn back but not yet step again the voice of the man stopped him.
“ini is too late. Just stay..”
Sefia turned back and smiled and regained the display of 3 handsome yet flat faces looking at her.
“Quiet brother, I'm not afraid of the dark. It's normal, so..I'll go back first..”.
“They are right darling.”.
Suddenly a familiar voice made Sefia again have to look in the opposite direction.
“mama...”.he said grin without sin. Tias smiled and approached Sefia.
“ini is night. Danger if you go home tonight alone. Then why on the road or something evilin you, how?”.
From the intonation of her voice, Sefia could feel the worry of her new mama. Exactly like when her mother was worried when her mother heard the news that she fainted at school first.
“ma...i am used to it. Papa hasn't told mama that I'm a hotshot?” said Sefia with her pede makes Tias laugh softly. The boy really had his behavior that made Tias feel the warmth considering that his 3 children were stiff and one was too shy.
“but you are sure? Or, Jaehyun..”.
Sefia restrained her mother's hand so that Tidka could continue her speech. He glimpsed the 3 men were still staring with their flat faces.
“really boring people. How can a woman as good as this have a macem child so all? Have you ever been cursed to ice the same time mom.”.
“Ma, just believe me okay? I Will be safe. I am used to going anywhere by myself. Okay well? Mama sleep, rest. I'm here again tomorrow. Mom at home or any other work?”
Tias sighed and smiled rubbing Sefia's cheek.
“Mama tomorrow at the boutique, babe. From afternoon new mama home before dinner time.”.
“okey...!! We'll see you tomorrow night! I'm going to talk to you tomorrow. How?” asked Sefia while playing her brows with her rancid smiling face back making Tias laugh and nod.
“iya...if you don't come here tomorrow morning, want breakfast huh? Do not eat instant food. Or would you like to bring breakfast to the apartment?” tawal Tias's.
After all the woman felt more familiar because Sefia herself treated him well too. Tias' question got the trinkets in response from Sefia.
“no need ma. I bought food. I also if not really mager, will not eat out. Not healthy..” replied Sefia without removing her smile.
Tias did spoil her son eating problems. That was because Tias did not want his children to snack carelessly especially the youngest Mingyu had food poisoning and made the three men had the trauma of snacks outside. And it feels like they are still avoiding it until now.
“can dong ma! I told you I was a hero! Mama ask for help, I can help!” said Sefia again funny style makes Tias laugh again.
“Hhmm..then, be careful on the road. Arrive at the apartment, tell mom. Okay?”
Sefia nodded smilingly and kissing her new mama's forehead made Tias feel moved. Sefia often did that to Clara's mom because Clara's mom was also shorter than her. After all, she also wants her mother to feel affection and always remember that there is still a person who always loves her.
Sefia grew up with compassion and a better moral education. Although Clara was a working woman, she always stressed to Sefia that she did not care about the achievements of a person, if that person was immoral it would look worse for her.
“good night ma, I go first..”.
Sefia slowly walked away leaving warmth on Tias' heart. A gentle smile felt how the affection of the daughter he had not raised alone made him very happy.
“mama hope, someday you can get a woman like her. Full of love and happiness. You will be grateful when you are at the age of your mother later.”.
Jaehyun, Enwoo and Mingyu turned to each other. Somehow this is the first time his mother added the type of dream ghost candidate even though it is not overtly.
Tias turned around and smiled looking at her three confused sons.
“Rest, tomorrow you guys work..”
“iya ma...”
Tias smiled and walked towards his room.
“a long time ago I didn't see a mom that calm. I can feel it just from his voice.”.
“Hhmm..The strange child really felt more strange to me.” Mingyu replied as she leaned back against the wall.
“I think he's just an ordinary kid who's too free. See that style? It's like not knowing how to choose the right clothes. His hat was always plugged in and a smile as a shield. I think she is no different from other women, who are crybaby when slightly injured.” Jaehyun said coldly.
Enwoo fell silent and looked at the tip of his foot. I don't know what's on that guy's mind. She's happy, her mom's getting happiness, she's feeling it. She really wanted her mother to be happy and laugh like she was with that strange girl.
Well, although strange, the girl could bring another loose laugh to her mother after so many years. Even Enwoo admitted the oddity of the child was also one of the triggers of the laughter of his mother. He quietly smiled a little smile.
“odd child..”
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