Father To Baron

CHAPTER 1

"Mr, Baron kangen." The hoarse voice of the six-year-old boy, was again heard. Every now and then, he coughed with a sobbing that kept coming out of his tiny lips.

On the wet mound of earth, the tiny hand continued to wipe a tombstone bearing the name of the father. The petals of the rose, clinging to her petals as the boy dropped his head just like that.

"Don't you love Baron, huh?" The question came back with lips shaking violently. Her tiny body wrapped in white cocoa clothes, stuck perfectly on the reddish ground.

Fragile little hands, perfectly transverse over the mound of earth, as if giving a hug to something down there. He did not care anymore, clothes that were originally pure white now began to be stained by the ground.

Bayu Ekavira's. A name written clearly on the surface of the tombstone. Something that made the tears even louder, cheeked a little boy named Baron.

"Why don't you come home? Even though Baron waited for the father in front of the house," said the boy with both hands that hold tightly to his father's tombstone.

"Baron, don't do that, son. Poor daddy's there,"

Said a woman, with a hijab covering her hair. Just as he was about to touch the tiny back, the Baron's small hand immediately brushed it off roughly. For a moment, he fell silent to find a different behavior from the son.

"Baron kangen, ma'am! Not like Mom!" jolted the boy with a tone that sounded angry. Repeatedly his hand brushed off the touch from the mother, accompanied by increasingly heavy tears.

Gets the Baron's uncontrollable treatment, making the woman press hard on his chest. The cry he had endured for so long, was now unstoppable. His heart was broken, when he heard the words of the baby accompanied by a roaring cry.

"Baron hasn't seen you in a long time" he said with his lips shaking violently.

As much as the woman held him back, he still gave up. In the end, the clear liquid was spilled as the son grew more and more unreasonable. "Mr, let's go home!" the boy shouted with both hands rubbing against the mound of earth, as if to take out the father.

"Mother must be cold, sleeping down there alone!" the boy shouted with increasingly becoming cries. For a long time, he had not seen his only son cry bitterly like this.

Which mother's heart doesn't hurt, seeing her baby as broken as that? The boy who was cheerful, now looks very fragile in front of the tomb of his biological father.

"Baron," called out to him in a trembling tone. Although her son rebelled, but the woman carried the little body of the boy into his arms. He did not care about the blow from that little hand, which kept hitting his chest.

"Baron knows! I never miss you, Father! That's why I always forbid the barons to cry, right?!" shouted the six-year-old while continuing to rebel.

"No, Son ... I miss you too, Dad." His heart really hurt, as his lips said that. Her tears came back, with her chest beginning to feel tight with longing for her husband.

He could only cry without a sound. The gaze shrouded in a mist of longing, continued to lead to the husband's final resting place. I want to feel, to meet again the figure of the man he loved so much.

The sound of the son's cry, again made his heart rustle. Seeing the hand of the son who hit the tiny chest, made his heart even more raging. As much as possible, he stopped the actions of the son who looked very sad.

But what can I do. It was as if all the grievances of that boy, were being shed this very moment. Hearing every speech that was thrown from his son's lips, able to make his world collapse instantly.

"Baron wants to sleep with my father, please,"