Dad For Aisyah

Om vs Radito Pratama.

"Nanta's... You why? Go on, where's your wife?" Scatter mama Zarina, when Nanta arrives home. Zarina was surprised to see her son's face battered, besides that there was no Sumidah next to her.

"I rest first Ma" answered Nanta, salim Zarina's hand, then climb the stairs.

Zarina could only stare at her son from below. Don't understand what's going on. Zarina let her son rest first. The wound has been treated.

When the day changed, Zarina then followed Nanta to the room, some want to invite Nanta to lunch.

"Nanta, wake up" Zarina rubbed her son's shoulder.

"Tomboy.pardon me. I don't mean to**cosa, loe. Give me a chance to fix everything. I promise you, I'll treat you well. Make loe queen in my heart."

Bluk!

"Mama" Nanta, who was muttering his body, was hit with a pillow by Zarina. Instantly Nanta woke up staring at Zarina's face turning like a monster.

"What have you done to Sumida?!" Zarina stood beside the bed glaring sharply, her two hands hanging at her waist.

"She's still angry with Nanta Ma, because she was late for the wedding yesterday."

"Lied!" Cut Zarina. "Now tell me honestly, what did you do to your wife! If you don't want to be honest, Mama doesn't hesitate to throw you out of this house!" Threat Zarina.

Nanta looked down just this time to see this angry mama.

"Nanta! Answer!!" Jerky Zarina.

"Yes Ma." Stammering, Nanta tells mom what happened the first night at the hotel.

"Mama is disappointed with you Nanta... Mama dejected..hiks hyks hyks" Zarina dropped her ass on the bed, crying a mouthful. He didn't know that his son could do that. As a fellow woman, Zarina felt how hurt Sumidah's heart had already been treated disrespectfully.

"I'm sorry Nanta Ma," Nanta hugged his mother's body.

"With you can do that to Sumidah. You don't respect your mother as Nanta's woman. Without you knowing you have done kdrt. All this time Mama never taught you to be a man who does not respect women. If this is the case, Mama cannot help you. Mama was ashamed of Sumidah and also Ambu Ta." Finished saying that Zarina came out of the room.

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4 Years later.

"Ciiittt's..." One of the cars on the side of the highway braked suddenly when staring at a toddler running after the ball.

"Astagfirrullah.." The driver immediately went down to run towards the child who was still glued to the spot.

"Hi... Why are you playing alone on the street?" Asked the man, still regulating his nearly dislodged heartbeat. He was in shock about to hit an innocent child.

"You take Om's ball." Answer the handsome young man of medium stature, looking at the man standing before him.

"This is the ball." One of the men, who was none other than the man's driver, took the ball to the right of the car and gave it to the boy.

"Thank you, sir" After saying that, the boy ran away leaving two men.

"Astagfirrullah. his parents how the hell, let the little boy play on the side of the road. It's good there aren't many vehicles" grumbled the man. "Next time be careful when driving sir." Said the man.

"Yes, Sir,"

At night in one of the houses, the young mother just finished bathing and then to the room of her son who all day he lived working.

"Assynoltom..." The woman raised her head to look at the son who was playing ball.

"Mother..." The black-haired, round-eyed boy immediately left the nanny and the toy.

"Mother's Child..." In his car the boy was then invited to go up to the bed, kiss here and there, the boy laughed with joy. The babysitter also left momongan after being told to go out by the employer.

"Mother's child, what's playing all day?" Ask the young mother, to her three-year-old son.

"So Dito played Bun ball, saw Dito kick ball." The boy named Dito, told me when he almost got hit in the middle of the road honestly.

"Astagfirrullah's..." The young mother embraces her son's body, as her tears drip down her son's cheeks.

"Dito..the next time you can't play by the side of the road, baby..." Sesal mother young.

"Yes Mother... Dito is no longer naughty. But Mother don't cry," Dito shrank his parents' tears.

"Mbak Surti, why did Dito get to play by the side of the road?" The young mother met the art who was watching television with Ranti's mother.

"Sorry Non, this afternoon I was in the minimarket, buying ice cream because Dito whined constantly. But when I was paying at the cashier, Dito suddenly ran out." Surti felt guilty.

"These two of you, you should be able to dong! Share duty! Surti to the minimarket. It should be Ranti who is keeping Dito at home." Omel mother young.

"Sorry Non." Surti felt guilty, squeezing his shirt out of fear. During his work for almost two years, his employer had never been as angry as he is now.

"Yes, next time don't repeat." Mum young, then go back to the room.

At twelve noon, at one of the restaurants named "LAUK GRILLED" which sells grilled fish and grilled chicken is crowded with visitors.

This restaurant is famous for delicious, grilled fish complete with sambal and raw vegetables spoil the tongue of culinary lovers, a variety of fish without oil is in great demand.

"We try to eat here, people say. Grilled fish here is delicious," Invite one of the men who are parked in front of the restaurant.

"Munkin too, because it's crowded, the parking lot is full." Answer friends. Her net was staring at the sign that read. GRILLED LAUK.

They were curious and entered the restaurant looking for an empty chair. With great regret he could only throw the gaze from one table to another, who knew that someone had come home sooner. Though the aroma of grilled fish is typical, it has invited worms in the stomachs of the two men.

"Om, want to eat? Here Om, come with me, "Little boy felt familiar with the face of one of the men, giving up the chair he was sitting in with the nanny.

"You?" Ask the man.

"yes Om. It has already killed me. All right, Om can sit." The boy looked up at the two men.

"Loe knows him?" Ask a guy friend.

"Yes, I almost hit this kid yesterday." Sorry about that guy.

"Om, said Mommy, you can't say loe, gw. Not polite!" Rigorously. The two restaurant visitors were embarrassed. Precisely advised toddler children.

"Dito..." Surti moved his index finger to signal that Dito should not talk that way. "Sorry sir, Dito is always what he is." Surti is sorry.

"It's okay Mommy."

"Yes, yeah. Om you know, you're a smart kid." One of the men answered the boy's nose. "Now you can sit here, right?" Ask pri to repeat.

"By Om" answered Dito, then turned to Surti. "Mbak Sulti, let's beldili, the place where Om used." Dito tugged at Surti's hand.

"Yes" Surti relented and stood up.

The two men ordered a different menu. One grilled fish, and one grilled chicken.

"Dito here yuk, on Om's lap," The man hooked Dito's fingers, then lifted into his lap.

"Whose name were you?" Ask Om.

"My name is Dito" Dito replied looking up at the face of the man who was looking at him fixedly.

"Full name?" Cecar om wants to know.

"Ladito Platama" replied Dito in slurred language.

"Radito Pratama's. Mister." Surti.

Two men look at each other. "Cock his name like my name?" The man who held Dito was surprised.

"Om, I can't say that." Cut Dito.

"Oh yes. I forgot." The man smiled.

"You're here with your Mother's father, aren't you?" Tanya Om, spread her gaze.

"Dito is just the same Mother, same Sister Sulti, Dito's father has not returned home, said Mother... Daddy's a nigli." Said Dito.

...~BERCONNECT~...