CURTAINS OF THE PAST

KITES

The horizon of the twilight sky revealed its form at that time, a smile of their happiness on Toni's face.

He was so excited about taking off the little kite that was on the high end by Iffah. Milka's narrow eyes were incessantly staring at the kite that her papa was flying. He cheered joyfully while patting his hands.

“Papa... Mil also want to raise the thread..” Pinta Milka hope.

“Later yes dear, if the kite is already high. If now he can't fly.” Ban Toni.

“Ooo so,” Although he complied, but his face looked disappointed at that time.

“This is dear, we wait here until the kite flew high by papa.” Take Iffah while extending her hand to the little girl who is the daughter of her husband.

“Good, mom.” Sahut Milka immediately welcomed Iffah's hand and walked following Iffah to a slightly shaded place.

“Papaaa.” Milka exclaimed from her place while covering her face from the blinding sun of twilight when she looked at Toni who was a little away from her at that time.

“Iya sayaaang..” Toni greeted her daughter's call with a little shouting as well.

“Energy...” Excited again while lifting his small fist to his chest. He sat on the lap of Iffah cross-legged in the meadow.

“Iya, Son. It wants to be high. You're patient, baby.” Reply Toni with a slight breath that gasps.

O Allah. Whoever watches the three of them, it will be clear that they really look happy at that time.

If in the past I hadn't done anything wrong, maybe I wouldn't have felt this kind of painful happiness.

I have my daughter, but I can't be with her at all times. But I am grateful and also grateful to Kamelia for having dared to give birth to the son of the man she hated at that time. And that man was me, the man who had desecrated him on purpose.

And I can't be greedy for my own daughter either, because there's Kemil who loves her and helps me to keep visiting my Milk.

“Papaaaa... Here, Mil already wants to play.” Milka again impatient.

“Iya dear... Wait there yes same Mama.” Toni sahut while approaching Milka and Iffah.

“Have it, Pa?” Ask so enthusiastically.

“It's a pity, but Milka the part underneath it huh. The above section let papa. Mika's hand will be hurt by the thread.” Persuade Toni while holding out a thread that decomposes from her tanngan.

“Ooo so...” Reply Milka while reaching for the thread that was described by Toni.

The three of them stood facing the sky, where their kites flew so high through the orange light in the sky that afternoon.

Toni smiled sincerely at Iffah who was standing before her at the time, then kissed Iffah's forehead that was parallel to her lips at that time.

“Mil did not see, pa...” Reveal Milka while closing his eyes with his fingers stretched.

“Hehehe...” Toni scratched her non-itchy head while grinning. Iffah seemed embarrassed by it.

“For Milka too if so.” Said Toni while bending her body to kiss her little Milka head.

“I can try?” Iffah asked still in shame.

“Includes can?” Tony asked a little doubtfully.

“Everything I want to try..” Pinta Iffah again.

“Bby dong Pa.” Milka.

“That's how Milka took off first huh, baby. The wind is strong up there. Later you hurt your hand, Nak” Persuade Toni to his little Milka.

“Oke papa..” Milka release the thread that had been held earlier.

“Thank you dear..” said Iffah with a gentle smile to Milka.

“Sama-sama, Mama.”

“Be careful..” Order Toni when giving her thread slowly to Iffah's hand.

Iffah looked so happy to play the kite he was holding.

“Loh... Loh.. Loh... Kok pull so strong gini... Antoniii” Seru Iffah while removing kite yarn that has injured his index finger.

Toni immediately grabs Iffah's hand and reflexes sucking on his injured wife's finger. Iffah looked at the face of her husband who looked so worried about her. The leaflet came back and gave warmth

for himself. Her eyes seemed to be glazed at the genuine love Toni had for her.

“Ka you're crying? Is it so sick?” Toni asked nervously as she let go of Iffah's newly lowered hand.

Iffah shook her head slowly. He rubbed the clear liquid that was so mischievous and just escaped his eyes.

“Then why cry?” Tony was getting worried.

“No, I'm just worried.” Answer lies.

“Papa, why mama papa's hand suction? Same with dad, if mom's hand is hurt, then dad will suck it.” Tanyja Milka who looks confused.

Toni knocks herself down in front of Milka, and holds the girl's shoulder.

“It's just first aid dear. To remove the blood and relieve the pain only. Later when you get home, your new mama's fingers are given hansaplas.” Toni reduced the confusion on her daughter's face.

“Ooo souu” Milka. “Papa, look. Our sky so fall... no more” Shouts hysterical.

“Waaah, yes aampuun. Sorry dear mama... It's because mama.” Iffah seemed to feel guilty about it.

“Hadeuh” Milka patted her eel. And that made Toni laugh at it.

“Tomorrow we play again yes, dear. I want night.” Persuade Toni.

“Oke papaa.” Milka complied and wrestled in the arms of papa and Iffah.

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