Divorce Me!

The Part 23

I never thought how Mas Ali would come to this house and take Fitri away from me. I'm sure there's something he's planning. Otherwise, there was no way he was so insistent on wanting to refer back to me. Because Fitri? It won't be possible, because I know for sure who Mas Ali is.

I approached Fitri who was sitting sweetly next to Mas Amar. I rubbed my daughter's head softly, I can't wait for this mouth to ask her about the incident earlier, What Mas Ali forced and was rude to my daughter earlier. Because I saw my daughter crying in her cradle.

Fitri this little girl of mine, is a child who is not easily close to others. He also tends to limit himself to outsiders. With Mas Amar alone he could be close, because he thought Mas Amar was his father.

"Fitri, Mommy can ask you something, won't you, baby?" softly said. Amar looked at me confused. Maybe he was curious about the question I wanted to ask. I don't know ...

"What, Mother? You want to ask me what's the same, Fitli?" Answer Fitri. I pulled the little body and pulled it on my lap, I embraced my petite body dearly.

"Om was evil and forced Fitri, huh?" my many. I deliberately called Mas Ali as Om, so as not to arise many questions from my girl. After all, I was also confused about having to call him pa in front of Fitri.

Fitri shook her head in response to my question. Makes me frown.

"Kalua Om that does not force Fitri, why would Fitri want to be close to Om that? Then why is Fitri crying, when in the carrier, Om that?" ask me to investigate again.

"Fitli does not know mother, Fitli wants to be near, same Om earlier. Fitli was glad to see that Om coming!" replied my daughter innocently.

Me and Mas Amar gasped at Fitri's reply. My eyes are starting to heat up. Does that bond really exist? It is true that Fitri can realize the existence of his biological father, even though he never met. Until he approached just like that, to Mas Ali without any sense of caution.

I resisted the rumbling and tightness in this chest, so that the tears would not fall. I don't want to be seen as a weak mother in front of her.

"Continue .. Why did Fitri cry, if Om did not force Fitri?"

"Fitli nangis kalena ... Om that granny howl up to fall. Fitli doesn't like it, it's the same with grandma! Granny's piss must be sick!" fitri replied with a faked expression that made me smile a little.

"Mother ... Who is this Om? That said, he's papa Fitli. Is that benal, huh? If it was Papa Fitli, then who did Fitli call this father? Does Fitli have two fathers?" said my daughter again.

Deghhh.

Oh Allah .. Yes Robbi! So clever this grace that You sent me. At the age of just four years, he can already give a question that makes me silent in silence. Until I don't know what to answer the question. The tears I had sustained earlier finally fell as well. I can't stand the tightness in this chest, Robbi.

Is this the meaning of the expression 'blood is thicker than water' although I cover, but the mind I can not lie. Although he was still a child, but he was quite sensitive to feel what was going on.

Fitri shook my spoiled hand. "Mother ... Why cry? Answer the question Fittli! Who's Fitli's father? If this father is Fitli's father, then why do not the father and mother stay belsama. Mama and Papa Tasya live belsama! Why don't mom and dad? Fitli wants father and mother to stay together like mama and papa Tasya!' pinta Fitri with tears while hugging my body tightly, she hid her little face in my arms.

"Fitri wants negation between father and mother like Tasya who every night is covered with his mother's father. Fitli wanted to seplti Tasya, Mother." sobs Fitri re-echoed in my arms.

Mas Amar who had been silent now looked into my eyes deeply, I could not interpret the meaning implied from the look in his eyes.

I'm confused about all this too. I was confused as to what I should do. My heart was so broken with what I heard from my little girl's mouth earlier. It turns out that the love I give is not enough to treat my little girl's longing for a father figure.

Even when Mas Amar was present it was not enough to make Fitri's heart completely happy. He still feels different from his friends.

This fact was enough to wake me up, how selfish I had been all this time. I was too late in my own fear and sorrow, without me realizing it was my daughter who suffered the most here.

Since then, Fitri is more limited in making friends, only Tasya friends who he wants to approach. The little girl is just as smart and even a little centile. I sometimes confused what nutritional intake Tasya's parents gave her daughter, so her speech and thoughts were far above the average girl her age.

After a long time struggling with a whipped mind, and rumbling in the heart. I finally wiped the rough tears, then I kissed the top of my daughter's head with love.

I've made a decision, I can't live in my fear like this. My daughter deserves to be happy, she deserves to live with a whole family. Yeah .. I can't be selfish anymore. Whatever happens later, I'll take responsibility. As long as my daughter is happy, she can be happy to feel what her friends feel.

"Fitri want father and mother to live together? All right, mom and dad are gonna live together. Provided ..."

I hung up my words, wanted to see how my little girl reacted and sure enough. Fitri immediately stopped her crying and looked at me expectantly.

"As long as you want?"

"As long as Fitri promises to be a mother, he will not be a bad boy again! Fitri should not be close to unknown people, and do not accept the gift of careless people anymore. Promise?"

"Mother's promise! Hole ... Fitli will stay belsama father and mother. Fitli will tell Tasya that Fitli has a real father and not a fake father anymore" shouted Fitri cheerfully. The face that had been sad now turned into a sparkle. Fitri's words about the real father and the fake father really pinched my heart. Where does he know that metaphor.

"Are we really going to live together? The three of us?" timpal Mas Amar suddenly made me and Fitri turned towards him.

"Can't you ask me later, Mom?" my answer.

"I just don't want you to change your mind, Sukma. There is Fitri, so you may not promise!" said Mas Amar. This guy, the smartest looking for opportunities.

"Mother, father will stay with us, right? Tonight I'm gonna miss our belsama, right?" said Fitri who makes a thin smile on the lips Mas Amar. It was as if he had a strong ally on his side.

"Yes, honey. Dad's gonna stay with us, but not tonight, yeah, kid. Tonight Fitri sleeps with mother and grandmother first," I asked gently. Because if Fitri ngoto Mas Amar sleeps in this house, tonight. We can be paraded by one village.

"Well, not this pity .. but the mother promise, yes. Dad's gonna stay here with us, belsama,"

Fitri's voice sounded disappointed, making me feel pity. I really wish my daughter had a full family.

"Oh, baby, quickly. I'll stay with us, ..."

"Fastly father brought your round to the front of the ruler," cut off Mas Amar, who made my eyes glare at him. As for the one who was tamed, just smiled mischievously at me. This is the other side of an Amar that I've had so many times as long as I've known him.

Notes. For the Fitri dialogue using a slurred four-year-old boy dialogue, yes. Where the use of the letter 'R' changed to the letter 'L'

What will Ali do to thwart Sukma and Amar's marriage? Will Sukma be able to live happily with Amar, with his shortcomings? Wait for the story in the next chapters.

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