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As promised by Rara to the Princess. After finishing her dinner, Rara sat down on the sofa in the living room. The princess was already waiting with her PR book and stationery.

"Tante Rara, the milk is not drunk?" ask the Princess slowly when she sees a glass filled with white milk that is still intact and has not been touched in the slightest.

"Later. What lessons do you want to teach PR?" ask Rara slowly.

"Mathematics" replied the Princess briefly.

"Oh Math, here, Aunt Rara see if you can?" ask Rara slowly.

"This," said Putri while giving a package book containing math problems.

Rara started reading and helped in a soft voice explaining to the Princess. An hour passed, it did not feel that all Princess PR could be completed very well.

The other two Baihaqi boys, were already in the room. Fatih was playing while Fathur was angry and upset because he could not do the PR given by his Master Mother.

"It's done. It's late now, it's almost nine o'clock. Sleep so that tomorrow does not wake up late," said Rara gently while helping the Princess clean her books and stationery into her school bag.

"Tante Rara deliver to yuk's room. All look at our rooms," said the Princess plan. Princess has started to accept Rara's presence well, although Rara has no special relationship with Abinya. According to Putri, Rara is better than Ratna, a young woman who has been their tutor.

"Can. Where's room?" ask Rara slowly.

"There's on the second floor" replied the Princess quietly. The princess stood up and carried her school bag.

"Aunty really is okay in your room? What if Abi gets angry?" rara asked slowly to the Princess who was waiting for Rara to stand up and drove her to the second floor.

"It's okay. Fatih will continue to cry if he cannot sleep" said Putri slowly told.

"Oh, so. Then usually that helps accompany sleep, who?" ask Rara again.

"Emac. It's just the mother we have" replied the Princess slowly. Implied in the face of the Princess who misses Uminya and you love an Umi to her.

"Emak Warti?" asked Rara with a stare.

"Yes, Madam Warti," replied the Princess more emphasis.

"Yes Non Rara. I used to accompany them to sleep. Maybe today the Princess wants to be accompanied by Non Rara. It was also alau Non Rara did not mind," said Mother Warti slowly asked about Rara's willingness.

"It's okay. I will accompany them. But, later take me back to the bamboo house," said Rara minutes.

"Ready Non Rara" said Mother Warti.

Rara walked following the Princess to the second floor towards the third bedroom of Baihaqi's child. The princess opened the door to sleep, still seen Fatih who was busy playing cars, and Fathur seemed to fall asleep in a chair with his head placed on the study table.

"You slept in each of those beds?" asked Rara who was amazed to see such a spacious room with three beds for each Baihaqi child.

"Is that Fathur asleep?" rara said slowly as she approached Fathur who was in her study chair.

Rara stared fixedly at the books scattered on the study table. There is an open book with one word HATES!! I don't know whose writing it was directed to? But Rara felt those words were on her.

Rara is sensitive enough for this sensitive thing. Many relationships are completed because children cannot accept new friends from both parents.

"Tante Rara, would you like to accompany Princess and Fatih to sleep, right?" asked the Princess in a slightly spoiled voice.

"Oh, yes, let's sleep. Fatih dear, let's settle it and we sleep now, play it we continue tomorrow again yes," said Rara softly. Rara helps Fatih tidy up his toy cars onto the shelf to store some of Fatih's collectibles. Then, carry the toddler into his arms and lay him down on a very soft bed. One blanket with the same picture as his bed was already stretched on the body Ftaih cover his body to the chest.

Fatih was so obedient and began to close his eyes when Rara patted the thigh of the toddler slowly.one more ladder rubbed his hair and head Fatih very gently.

"Tante Rara, accompany the Princess here.," call the Princess who is getting comfortable with Rara.

Rara smiled and looked and kissed Fatih's forehead who was asleep. Fathur was still in the same place, Rara had to wait for Baihaqi to come to move Fathur's position.

"What's up?' rara asked slowly and then sat on the edge of the bed staring at the Princess who was lying on her bed.

"What's right, Aunt Rara will be the new Umi for the three of us. Our teacher once said. If one of our parents dies, then Abi or Umi has the right to find a replacement or look for a new Abi and Umi," said Putri slowly following his teacher's speech at school.

"According to Princess? Aunty Rara has deserved to be your Umi yet?' goda Rara to the Princess.

Seeing the children's happiness made Rara's heart reluctant to say no or reject Baihaqi.

"Tante Rara is so beautiful. Why doesn't Aunt Rara wear a hijab like our Umi who's already in heaven?" ask the princess dnegan to be curious.

Rara just smiled. Rara herself bingn had to answer what.

"Daughter, you're now resting. Aunt Rara will accompany you," said Rara slowly and kissed the Princess' forehead.

Children's bedroom lights have been extinguished and it's a sign that their three children have fallen asleep or will sleep.

Rara returned to Fathur's study table. Pick up some books that were crushed by his head. One by one the books were opened and read by Rara. Many writings and graffiti and images that hint at sadness and grief.

Sometimes Rara read Fathur's writings and looked at Fathur who was looking for his identity and lack of affection from Abi and Uminya.

One with a picture of a small family. There is Abi, there is Umi, there is Princess, there is Fathur and there is Fatih. Press a family portrait, but the faces of the people in the picture look sad and not alive.

'Seems like Fathur really needs the figure of a dear mother and so considerate to him. I will try to be a friend and Big Brother to Fathur, Rara's inner self in her heart.

Rara tries to help fill in the questions in Fathur's PR book. Minimal helps Fathur, to keep working on his PR and not be scolded by his Master Mother.

"Did?!" call Baihaqi slowly half-whispering as he opened the door of his son's bedroom.