Father To Baron

CHAPTER 3

"Baron loves Mom. Don't stay in the barons, too, huh?" the door with teary eyes. Before his son cried again, he quickly reassured and strengthened the boy.

"Mom won't leave Baron alone. Mother who will nemenin Baron until the big one later," said the mother of one child confidently. The woman stared fixedly at the bead of the son's eyes, with a gentle swab she gave him on the little guy's tiny arm.

Hearing the mother's words, the Baron nodded his head. A gentle swipe landed on the top of the boy's head, followed by a gentle kiss given by the mother.

"Now, the Baron is praying first. Ask God to give you peace up there. Pray your best for you, son." Hearing the mother's order, the boy immediately nodded his head.

Both are in a state of calm, both facing toward the tomb Bayu. The atmosphere this afternoon, enough to make the heart feel very comfortable.

"Mr .. sorry Baron, huh? Baron was crying on the father's deck, constantly snapping at Mom."

For a moment, Arita froze in place. Although his son's voice was soft, he could clearly hear the boy's words. In silence, she wanted to talk to her late husband. But whatever the power, all the wishful thinking can not be realized.

"Don't you be sad, up there? Baron promised, I'll take care of you ..."

After saying this, Baron closed his eyes with both hands in front of his chest. As the mother taught, the boy prayed to his father in silence.

"Mother, the Baron is here. Always next to Mom. Don't ever feel alone again, okay?" the boy said after finishing his prayer. Unexpectedly, he kissed the mother's forehead and re-hugged the slender body.

Aritas. The woman only commented on the smile, when she found the warm behavior of her son. What he felt, a sense of peace that began to fill his chest cavity. The hug that he rarely got, lasted a very long time. Until he suddenly felt, Baron's audible breathing began to be regular.

"Sst .. sst .. sst. .." whispered the woman as she stroked the son's back. Still in a state of calm, the woman still holds the Baron as usual.

His gaze turned to the mound of the tomb in front of him. A place he visited very often alone, without his son. Counted on when his son started entering elementary class, making him rarely take the boy.

"Assalamualikum, Man. Today, I brought my son here. Because he misses his father ..." Arita's words immediately stopped, as her heart again felt pain.

"Baron grew up just like you. Your face and your habits are very similar. In fact, his nature is very gentle like you." Arita told me as if there was a husband by her side. "I'm so lucky to have you both."

A warm kiss was again smeared and the top of the son's head. Likewise with his fingers that touched the mound of earth in front of him.

"If God has separated us, then I will try not to separate me from our son. I promise to take care of her as best I can" said Arita by touching the engraving of the husband's name.

Three years ago, the man left her with his baby. The days passed by the two, felt very quiet without the presence of Bayu by his side.

No more support after the husband's departure. She must be a strong woman, for her only son. As much as possible, he should try to be a mother as well as a father to the Baron.

"I'm saying goodbye, huh? It was late afternoon, and our son fell asleep." Arita began to pat some of the three-quarters dress she was wearing.

The woman took the time to kiss the tombstone engraving the name of the husband. Not forgetting, he rubbed it once more gently. The woman's breathing again felt tight, as soon as she was about to rise from her position.

"We say goodbye, Mas ..."

While carrying her son's body, Arita began to step away. Although his heart felt very heavy, he had to leave this place because the day was getting late in the afternoon, making the woman have to end her conversation with her husband.

Flat shoes wrapped in his legs, looks very dirty by the burial ground after rain. Likewise with the dress and clothes worn by the Baron, looks shabby because of crying.

A smile rose on his lips, as he felt the little hand of the son tighten his embrace. The boy's head leaned comfortably against his neck, making Arita gently stroke the gentle mane.

It was very quiet, until the footsteps of the woman arrived at the threshold of the gate. Calmly, Arita continued to carry the tiny body of the son while whispering small. The soft palm of the hand, lightly patted the little one's back.

"Kok tumben until the afternoon, Neng? Everything's fine, right?"