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Letter From Two Oland Women

“Our cooperation process, I leave it to my assistant. You're gonna love this, Bro.” David gave a making explanation, Rewindra smiled satisfied to hear it. “After this is there anything you want to discuss again, Ndra?”

Rewindra shook her head until shortly afterwards they discussed the past, while in the Mall where Araela pleased the son to make the girl, smiling was forced to cover up some of the disturbing feelings he was feeling.

Until he did not realize that the son had finished playing in the time zone, along with some street children with Rolando made him jerk.

“Why is Mama daydreaming? What's bothering you, Ma?”

Not only that, but one of the children asked the same question. “Kak daydreaming what? Is it because of us?”

“Of course not dong, Darling. Sorry, it has made you worried.” The girl said as she prepared herself, and was reluctant to share her burden with anyone. “You need not worry, after this Brother will rent out the transportation, to take you to my halfway house! Does anyone want to stay there?”

They compactly nodded, until shortly after renting the freight, it was time for the girl to take the son back to her simple home.

Only about forty-five minutes later, the sports bike belonging to Araela arrived at the gate of a simple house, and entered a pair of mothers — children into a simple house with the addition of residents.

“Can I open my card in the room, Ma?” Rolando hesitated and was a little afraid, until the girl immediately responded with her fear.

“It's okay just open it, don't be afraid to see it.” Throw words while stroking the head of the son. “You will definitely not regret seeing the contents of the gift that Mama gave you!”

After giving a brief kiss on the girl's cheeks, Rolando rushed inside personally to see the contents of the gift, while Araela's gaze grew cold as she stepped foot into her room, to do what had to be done before the throne seat of the grandfather was seated by the girl.

Entering Rolando's private room to put the bag, along with removing shoes but reluctant to change clothes, the little man was so curious about the contents of the gift from his beloved mother.

Tearing the wrapping paper neatly until the real emblazoned a figura together, a photo of a beautiful woman holding a red baby in it.

Long staring at the face of the beloved mommy made the little man remember, with a letter written by his mother, at the same time he also found two neatly written letters.

Holding two letters that make him confused to read it, arrived at the neat writing contained by the late beloved mommy.

The one who made the little man born into the world to the extent that, he ignored the letter that came from mama Araela.

“Do not get angry first yes if I read a letter from my mommy first ma.”

'To : Rolando Wiratama.'

'From : Mommy.'

'Hello, Son? How are you today? Surely mommy's handsome son is always healthy, yes. Happy birthday, may what you want be done. Mommy can't give you a beautiful gift other than a letter, which has been written for a very long time. Through this writing, Mommy didn't ask much of you, son. Mommy just wants my dear son to be a strong child, without crying or complaining about this fate. Mommy left because it's over in the world, but trust me my love will always stick in your heart! Tell your daddy not to be too sad about mommy's passing. You are the precious treasure that mommy once had and thank you, have been present to be the encouragement of her life. Quite a few letters that mommy wrote, hopefully next time we meet somewhere.'

Without feeling the little man's tears shed themselves, along with his tongue became a mute.

Can not be expressed by words when he read the contents of the letter from his late mommy, still can not make him close to the daddy because his heart is still injured.

“I still can't forgive the wounds inflicted by daddy. However, for this time I will try to make peace on the destiny that mommy said written iti.”

Then the little man read the contents of the letter from mama Araela even the contents, not the same as the letter that had just been read.