Last Love

Poetry for Mommy

Quite a long welcome from the committee and also the principal. Arrive time for offerings from children of Kindergarten and SD PBIS.

One by one the students presented their performances. Some were singing, dancing, and also reading pantuns for their mothers.

Now it's a sessile turn. When the sessile name is mentioned, ayu turns on her camera to take a sessile photo,. Ayu also plans to record when later sesil recites poetry. Ayu pitched from her chair looking for a place to more freely take pictures.

A tiny sessile face appeared from behind the stage, his face looks very cute with cuby cheeks and hair in the booth combined with a typical pilot hat looks very adorable.

Sesil looked at his tant, he also looked at the sisil who had several times taken pictures with the camera flash money on. The naked eye seeks the whereabouts of the papi. But the papa hasn't come yet.

There was a slight disappointment in the look of a sessile face, but sesil tried to smile. Sesil was sure his papa would come to see him.

Sesil closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

then his eyes opened and sessil began to open the paper he carried in his hand.

Mommy...

In prayer I call you

In silence you miss you

Sesil wants to feel a warm embrace from you

Lord..

Let Sesil hug her even once

Say thank you for giving birth to Sesil

Only once, God, I want to see my mama

Sesil wanted to touch his face

Feel his affection.

Mommy..

Where are you at ?

Sesil and papi are expecting you back

Although distance separates us, the heart always unites us.

LOVE

The Sesilia Cornelio

Swan stood in the doorway, Swan heard a poem made by his little daughter, his heart was sliced. His eyes were glassy, but when Swan rubbed his eyes, he could not look weak in front of his daughter.

Everyone stood up and clapped their hands. There were even some of them shed tears, no exception sisil. He was also swept away in the atmosphere. He did not expect that a child as small as a child could write such a beautiful poem.

Sisil kept the video footage he took, then headed towards Rara who seemed to wipe her tears.

Swan looked at a figure that was very familiar to him. If his late wife had come to see their daughter, Swan still thought he was hallucinating. Swan's eyes followed the direction of ayu's shadow, as soon as his eyes widened to see him approaching rara.

"I'm not dreaming" swan walked over to the seat of ayu and rara

"You okay"? sisil rubbed Rara's shoulders trying to calm down Rara's feelings.

Rara just nodded.

"Ra" swan called his sister

Rara was surprised to hear her brother's voice when she turned to her brother.

"sister"

"Master" the sisil looked surprised to see the existence of a swan in front of him.

Swan just smiled knot.

"You know each other already" Rara looked surprised

"Is she your sister" the sisil glanced at Rara

Rara just smiled.

"That mister swan is..."

"fire".

Sesil ran towards his papi. Swan crouched down and spread his hands. Swan hugged his little daughter. Then lift and carry it.

"Papi princess is so pretty" swan kisses sessile cheeks

"so wrong this is your papi" the other side looked surprised. He didn't expect Swan to have a daughter, and that meant he had a wife. I don't know why my heart doesn't accept.

"Ah stupid, why do I think like that" murmured ayu inwardly.

"The papi princess is also very very pretty"

"sit here brother, we continue to chat while looking at the next show" Rara ordered.

then they sat in rows, swan sitting in the middle between sisil and sessil.

Swan's heart was so happy, he didn't expect that he had met his mother.

"sister, pih, how is my poetry good not"?

"Good darling" Swan and sisil almost answered.

sesil smiled happily, then he dipped the left cheek of his papi and kissed the right cheek ayu alternately.

Rara who saw the scene was deeply moved.

The host invited the mothers of the students to go to the front of the stage, there were already available chairs under which there was a basin of water and also a small towel.

Sesil looks moody, because he does not have a mother. He only has his papa.

"Something why" ayu glanced towards the moody sessile.

"It's sad not to have a sister's mom, so who's next to you"?

"And there's aunty rara, or sessile papi" sisil stroked sessile cheeks.

"Not only who accompanied the sessile" Timpal rara

"Yes right sister, if mami does not come back again or mami is really dead as said friend sesil, sesil want brother so mami sesil" sesil eyes began to glaze glass, glassy eyes, sesil is afraid that his mother is really gone from the world.

Sisil not until the heart rejects the desire sessil, in addition to seeing a sessile eye that will soon be crying, the more heartless sisil.

Sisil turned to Swan, he did not want to be considered presumptuous because he replaced Madam Swan. Swan stared inwardly at the sisil's eyes, as if there were a thousand sorrows tucked away in the spotlights of the swan's face.

Sisil raised one eyebrow, asking for an answer from the swan.

Long Swan fell silent, controlling his own emotions. Calming his turbulent heart.

After being calm enough finally the swan nodded his head.

Sisil smiled and nodded his head, "Honey let's go with brother" sisil carrying a sessil forward towards the front.

The camera he put in Rara.

Rara did not want to miss this precious moment.

Rara continued to take pictures during the foot washing process.

Swan also for the first time photographed the scene between mother and child in front of the same camera phone.

After the process of washing the feet is complete, sesil stands and taps the cheeks of the old sisil. Then the sisil tucks its forehead gently.

His heart warmed. There was a feeling of an indescribable part in his heart. I don't know why his heart really liked the little girl who was hugging him at the moment.

"Thank God, for bringing my daughter to her mother" Swan prayed in her heart. The corner of his lips lifted upwards forming a smile.

"Even if she's not ayu's sister, I want you to fight for sisil sak! I see he is very sincere in loving someone. Unlike Tasya, I'm sure she had some ulterior intent" Tones of provocation were heard in every word she said.

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