DIM
episode 2
Raising a child alone never seems easy to anyone, not least Dance. It was very felt by Tari, how exhausting to be a single parent for baby Akila. Dari works very hard to make ends meet and baby Akila, even more so after she decides to stay in the village with baby Akila, not with the father who still supports him for the dance mistakes at that time or looking for a new father figure for the baby. No, not at all thought of him!
Just like her usual days, Dari walked out of her humble bakery, showing off a smile on her face that still looked very beautiful. Lock the door, and slowly step his foot down the narrow streets.
Slowly his steps stopped and his eyes focused on the mini playground located near his contact house. His smile became more and more visible, "always laugh like that, son! ". Guman Tari lirih's.
Two small children who were playing the swing, managed to disperse the focus of Dance. Ahhh, no. Not those two little ones, that pretty girl who was swinging was exactly.
With great care the boy who was still sitting in the high school bench stopped his swinging urge, he began to realize the arrival of Dance. Akila who looked puzzled asked with the hallmarks of her chuby voice.
"Sister, why stop". Instead of directly answering the boy, he closed Akila's eyes.
"Sister, why else now? Does anyone want to bother me again" asked Akila innocently remembering the incident a few days ago.
"No, but can you guess who's looking for you Kil? ". Ask her back with her voice.
"Mama! ". Akila said while scattering the hug of his beloved mother.
The boy only smiled faintly following from behind. Cahya warmly welcomed her daughter's embrace and swiftly carried her.
"Hallo, Princess. How are you doing? Alrighty! ". Dari did not hesitate to launch a simple question that successfully answered a small nod by Akila.
"And how good is the good mother? ". The question of dance is now thrown to the boy who is always with his daughter.
"Good mother. "Sigkat's answer.
"Mama, down. Put me down, I don't want to be carried". Whine akila while thrashing to be immediately lowered from his sling.
"Mama, put Akila down. Akila's grown up don't be carried". Deuteronomy again, Tari lowered Akila carefully while glancing in confusion at the boy who was 10 years older than her daughter. Suddenly the gaze was reciprocated with eyes that were no less confused.
"Akila! Akila was ashamed of her sister". The little girl replied plainly.
Rebellion honest story made Akila made Tari and boy whose full name Birendra Ekadanta Harsa laughs curled up with the attitude of adult pretentious made Akila.
Yes, Birendra Ekadanta Harsa is the only son of Danajaya Harsa and a sintya princess. At least that's the original name of Sintya before becoming the wife of a Danajaya Harsa owner of the largest property company in Southeast Asia, besides her father Dana, Darmawijaya is the owner of the largest gold and gem mines in Indonesia. It is certain that anyone who is part of this family, will become wealthy seven derivatives (that is what the author is thinking :p)
No exception at this time. For Dana Smp time is the most rantan time will be wrong association, therefore he sent Endra to the house of one of the children of his grandfather's brother. That was the prison for Endra.
However, time and circumstances are strongly inversely proportional after Akila's presence in his life. Akila's rented house next door to Aunt Endra's, made her very familiar with the chatty little girl.
Since the arrival of Akila 3 years ago exactly 5 months after his presence in this village. Endra has a reason to himself why he has to survive, his little baby Akila. Whenever she wanted to mourn and curse her mother and father for their decision, it was Akila who was able to put things down. Just a slight smile from those little lips made Endra calm as if getting a sedative.
The turnaround time is very fast now Akila is 6 years old, and Endra. Ahhh of course he's already sitting on the bench High School. But, the time to be with Akila seemed to be over for a while. Endra was forced to return to follow his mother's desire to return to Jakarta, and continue school there because his father died without knowing the exact cause.
It's so hard for Endra to leave that naggy little girl behind. Especially considering Endra holds a huge affection for the 6-year-old boy. Well, a little strange and not deacons indeed, the affection that Endra has is more than the feeling of brother to little sister. But considering their age is not too flashy why not? It's just that Endra just waited a little longer to warm up, maybe if his mother didn't ask him to come back this time.
"Akil, brother go first. Akila don't be reckless. Especially until you argue, remember the advice of your sister, that... "
"Not good, and it's a sin"
"Smart, what girl belongs to this sister will continue to be this smart later"
"of course. Akil's gonna be a very smart girl"
"promises.. "Endra brandished her pinky.
"Akil, promise". Tackling her little pinkie.
Endra walked towards the car that had picked him up, the mother stood staring at the two children.
"sister". Akila ran after Endra and hugged his leg. Her crying sobbed.
"Calm down, brother will pick you up later. Be a good girl. Watch your company. Don't argue mom". Said Endra while gently rubbing Akila's hair. And walked into the car with teary eyes. Akila's cry broke, Endra's heart really couldn't bear to see it.
"Mom, can I marry Akila if I grow up". He said while wiping his tears in the car that was driving broke the silence of the rural streets.
"Consistency son. Be a successful child, give Akila luxury later. Don't doubt your attitude, dear. Ignore the seductress out there. Momi will be very supportive of you with Akila. At least momi had no reason why momi should reject a girl as beautiful as Akila". Sintya assured his son.
