It's like, I'm in Love

Ch. 1

"Fians. Alfians." A woman shook the body of a sleeping child. "Fians. Let's get up."

A second later, the little boy wriggled and began to blink his eyes. He sat down and looked at the woman in front of him in surprise.

"Mother, what's wrong?" Ask the woman who turned out to be her mother in a hoarse voice.

"Come, come with me to a friend's house."

After answering her son's question, the woman immediately pulled the small suitcase that belonged to the boy. Seeing his mother going out of the room, Alfian hurriedly got up and followed her mother.

Arriving at the door of the room, he frowned at the sight of a man already sitting down and looked at his mother strangely. However as the tail of his eyes caught Alfian's movements, the man immediately changed his facial expression.

His mother turned around and looked at Alfian flatly, as usual. Without speaking he then grabbed Alfian's tiny hand and held him out of the house followed by his male friend. Alfian just kept quiet and obeyed whatever the Mother did.

He sat quietly as instructed. But when the Mother did not immediately sit next to him, she immediately turned around and saw Mother locking the door of the small house. He was only six years old, but he understood, when he saw his mother's suitcase and hers in the trunk, it meant that they would leave the house.

Alfian remained silent, he stared out the window. The streets are crowded smoothly, marking the day is not far away at night.

Eventually the car enters a luxury estate that Alfian has never seen before. Alfian eyes look sparkling, it seems he admires the beauty of the houses they pass through. Two-story and even three-story buildings, as well as towering fences and lights that highlight outdoor ornaments make the buildings look like a palace.

The car stopped at a house that was slightly separated from the other house. The front fences that delimit the courtyard by road alone are about three times as long as the fence of the pages they pass first.

Only Mother and Alfian got out of the car, while the man who was their driver remained waiting in the car.

Their arrival was welcomed by a couple whose age was not much different from Alfian's mother and her late father. They smiled kindly and allowed the Mother and Child to enter the house.

Alfian was more and more stunned when he saw the situation inside. But as much as possible the little boy controlled himself.

"Hello, Alfian is." Greet the owner with a warm smile.

Alfian did not make a sound, he only nodded a few times.

"Follow sister yeah, play over there. All the toys in the room, you can play. Wanna?" The woman pointed at another woman in a pink uniform who was standing not far behind Alfian.

Alfian turned his head for a while, then his gaze returned to the Mother who did not care at all. The mother sat down casually sipping a red drink in a clear stemmed glass.

Alfian finally turned around and approached the nurse who was already waiting for him. The little boy welcomed the nun's hand and followed her into a room filled with toys. The nurse left Alfian alone so that the boy would not feel like being watched.

The souls of his children were disturbed, he saw so many toys that he could only watch on the glass screen owned by neighbors. He approached some games, but still in the plastic, he did not touch at all. Alfian is afraid that the toy will be given to another child and so damaged if he holds.

While playing, he suddenly heard the sound of a car engine being turned on. Alfian immediately put down the toy he was holding and ran towards the nearest window. As soon as he reached the window, he stared nanar at the car he was riding in.

Alfian had seen the Mother get into the car, without looking back at all. The vehicle immediately drove off from Alfian.

Samar-sama Alfian heard the voice of a woman who was crying. Alfian walked slowly towards the door and peeked. It was seen that the woman who had welcomed her was crying so much in her husband's arms.

"Pity Alfian. Hu..hu...hu…"

"Control yourself, baby. Alfian will hear you cry." The man rubbed his wife's back. "Now you are his mother, so you can bless him with affection."

"Hu.hu.hu...ak. But I still feel sad and angry. How can a mother sell her own child for a living poya-foya."

"I didn't expect it to be this fast, when her husband had just died one week ago." Imbuh the woman again choked voice.

Sell it? I sold?

The two questions kept turning in Alfian's head. He knew his mother never loved him, and Alfian hated his mother for her rude actions toward him and his father. Every day, every time if you were at home, you would say that hurtful word. But he didn't expect me to sell it.

Alfian's throat hurt, he endured the crying.

Nah! Boys can't cry!

He repeated what his mother often said when she beat him.

"Alfian, meet me, Mother's name, Rara. You can call Mother Rara, and this is Mother's husband. You can call Father Sultan." The woman introduced herself.

Alfian looked at the two couples in turn. He could feel the love of both. Their eyes were both radiating warmth, which was the same as what Alfian saw from his late father's gaze.

The Sultan's father still remained silent, he held Alfian's shoulder and patted gently several times.

"Dad champ." Then he stood up and left.

Mother Rara rubbed Alfian's head. "Come, let's go to your room. It's late at night, you must be tired." Alfian remained silent, he obeyed where Rara was taking him.

Both of them entered a very large room. The room is designed like a car racing arena. Even the bed is in the form of a red Ferrari car.

Alfian's face sparkled, he liked the room. And Rara was relieved to see the expression of happiness on Alfian's face, though faint.

Gently, Rara laid down Alfian and enveloped the boy. Even the goal-sounding humming came out of Rara's mouth.

Alfian who was already feeling tired and sleepy immediately went to sleep. He is more comfortable when Rara's hands are coiled in Alfian's thin body. The warmth and scent of lavender that emanated from Rara's body made Alfian increasingly fall into his subconscious. Alfian smiled, never once did his mother treat Alfian like this.

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Alfian wriggled as the sunlight was disturbing and there were whispering sounds. He opened his eyes a few times. As he sat down and his consciousness had recovered, he was surprised that several women in black and white uniforms were standing in a line not far from his bed.

"Good morning Young Master." Speak them compactly while bending.

Alfian was puzzled, he got off the bed and stood up. Two servants approached and made their beds.

"Good morning."

Rara's soft and cheerful voice made everyone turn to the door.

The servants immediately stepped aside and formed a new line near the wall.

"Is your sleep good, baby?" Rara crouched down and rubbed Alfian's head gently.

Alfian only nodded in response.

"Good morning." Alfian said.

"Good morning." Rara rubbed Alfian's cheeks affectionately.

"Good morning." The sultan entered.

Alfian blinked for a while then walked closer to the Sultan. After getting close the boy knelt down.

"Alphian!" Rara screamed in disbelief. And he quickly ordered the servants to leave them.

"Sir, our father said we must work to earn money. So, I'm going to work in this house to be able to replace the money you took for selling me?"

Rara's cry broke, she fell to her knees beating her chest. The Sultan's jaw was hardened, his eyes glazed over. They did not expect Alfian to hear their conversation last night.

Slowly the man crouched down and looked at Alfian. "You're not for sale, we're just rewarding your mother for taking care of you. So you don't have to work. You are the hero of Father, the proud son of Father. From now on your name is Alfian Adhyaksa, son of Sultan Adhyaksa."

Rara approached and immediately pulled Alfian into her arms. "You are the Mother's son. Nothing's gonna change that."

Alfian cried, the tears that he had been holding since last night finally spilled. There was no sound from his mouth at all. The Sultan immediately embraced the two people he loved with all his heart.

In his heart Alfian promised, his two parents were currently Sultan and Rara. For her the Mother was gone, following the Father who loved her dearly.

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