CROWN LADY

But Early

A new chapter is beginning, three with my two greatest spirit little angels. Going out without waiting for an order to be repeated and that was the greatest humiliation of my life, when that mistake could not be denied and could even be confirmed right or wrong.

Whether you have to be quiet or deny the moment just trying to give peace to them my doubts, just watch it and certainly there is a story in their memory later, he said, even worse when a harsh word comes out will be more they hear with my denial.that I also choose to be silent without having to say yes or even deny.

Choosing to hug them and pick up items that have been thrown out, my smile also represents pain festering back.

"Mother, "

"yes, baby, let's go for a walk"

"why is papa angry ?"

"we are expelled, Mother ?"

"hemm, we are again given a task and we must be compact yes, help mommy carry your stuff we keep going for a walk"

"mistress, I'm coming, Den Non where the symbok helps"

"but, bik"

"already non, you should join bibik to the hut bibik has long also bibik ndak go home"

"Near the sea ?"

Assume at once the invitation is the best solution because not enough money in My savings when it was thinning can even be said to be exhausted for my property business capital, he said, trying strong and stoic even though the inside is smashed is no longer irregular.

The fairly journey makes me feel a little tired because my burden is now increasing, the anticipated moment has arrived the car we rented until the display of a beautiful minimalist residence with its simplicity, "mari Non, think of it as your own home" let the kids help Ian, Non go in the left there's Non's room now" trying to accept a little unreasonable so quickly everything changed.

The night seemed to change for a long time, the next day there must be but for so long as the clockwork was reluctant to share its spinning speed.thirst took me out looking for water as a cure for my thirst, that's not what I got but, as if buried in watery soil and a block of wood fell on my head all darkened no longer able to remember clearly the end of my long night.

When my eyes opened again, when I heard a call that was crowded around me, calling in turns that they called my name with anxiety.

"Mother "

"Hay baby, forgive mother yes mother tired, have eaten ?"

"alright, let's help prepare a meal"

"mommy's okay, mama should?"

The attention of my little angel became an overpowering force that would not be exhausted by anything, trying to balance between the dream world of illusion even whatever it was about last night, by returning to life in a reality as a single mother.

The little leg was running full of joy, as if giving news to the world my mother was returning consciously accompanied you.

their little steps opened the veil that enveloped me last night, that figure is impossible ? my feet were heavy to find that old figure present,

"God is that my story ?"

"Non, !? "

"This mother is uncle Ian,"

"yes, baby, let's get you breakfast"

The atmosphere is certain, the symbol that I have known is not the mother of the figure of the man Valentine's night, until a word sounds clear and becomes a translation of something

"Mom, everything has happened"

"Give mom time"

"not this time, let Fadlian decide"

Locked up with a known debate but it's hard to do something that's when I feel it.

"Non let the symbiotic twins"

"Mom, I'm sorry, who's mom really ?"