Love Shabrina

The Arrival of Man in Coop

This morning Shabrina just finished cleaning Nesya's body, while Arya she can already bathe herself well. He can even wear his own clothes.

Shabrina smiled looking at the boy, although every time she looked at that face, she always remembered her lover first. Yes, the lover who fathered his son's son. His face is very similar to Arsya, even Arsya's non-talking but loving nature also goes down to his father's nature.

Ah.. it feels that if you remember that his heart wound can never be treated.

Between hate and longing.

There are really two things that make Shabrina live in such a complicated feeling. But for now, she no longer cared about her own feelings. The happiness of her two children is the purpose of Shabrina's life.

"Well, she's a beautiful mother's child. I don't have a headache anymore, do I, son?" shabrina asked as she rubbed Nesya's pretty face.

"No mother, just limp" answered Nesya. Her small voice that always makes Shabrina anxious but also sad.

"Brease first at home, son, play with brother Arsya, but do not go out of the house, later in the afternoon Mother home bring food for Nesya and brother. Patience is it?" ask Shabrina. His heart always felt guilty when it was like this. Even just for breakfast, he cannot give it to his children.

"Mother don't worry, Arsya bread last night is still there, later for Nesya's breakfast" said Arysa who just finished putting on her clothes.

Shabrina smiled at that.

"Aren't you eating?" ask Shabrina

"Eat, that's half. Just no taste mom. Let Nesya just spend, he's greedy" Arsya tease his sister.

"Happy son, hungry sister Nesya, not greedy" protested Nesya

"Same aja. Eat, take the medicine. Let it play" said Arsya who handed her bread to Nesya. Though only a little bread, and Arsya only ate it a little.

Shabrina was truly grateful to have such an understanding child as Arsya and Nesya.

"Yes, mother left first. Don't you guys be naughty. Do not play outside the house" said Shabrina to her children.

"If playing on the front swing is okay mom. Nesya bored inside the house" said Nesya

"Mother is afraid you are exhausted dear" replied Shabrina

"What does mom. Nesya needs some fresh air. Sunny day, Arsya will take care" said Arsya anyway. Really, his talk is like an adult.

Shabrina smiled and nodded.

"Yes, yasudah. But heart yes" said Shabrina again.

"Yeay, thank you mother"

Shabrina smiled and directly rubbed her child's head gently. And then he went straight to work. Today she did not go to sew. Maybe in the afternoon Shabrina brought her stitches home to do at home.

This morning he wanted to go to one of his neighbors, he took the wages to wash and also did the house there. Pretty money he can use to buy lunch later.

Whatever, whatever Shabrina's gonna do to her son. Although here he lives in the ridicule and insults of people. But at least he wasn't kicked out of here. He is still accepted despite living in humiliation. Living with two children, but without a husband.

Depressing.

Living in a small town and away from the capital, was Shabrina's choice when she left all her first. Hiding in this remote area just because he no longer wants to meet the man. The man who had incised a million wounds in his heart.

...

While home...

Nesya and Arsya are already outside. The handsome boy is seen holding the swing rope Nesya sitting comfortably on top of him. Only swings made from used tires are hung. And it became a game for both children every day because they had absolutely no toys.

"Sister" called Nesya to Arsya

"What?" ask Arsya

"We're going to Mimi yuk's sister's house" Nesya asked

"You don't remember what the mother said" said Arsya who kept swinging her sister.

Nesya's face looks gloomy, her eyes continue to look towards the house where a little girl is playing dolls in front of the porch of the house with her other friends.

"Nesya wants to borrow Mimi's doll" said Nesya sound so sad.

Arsya looked at her sister sadly.

"Don't, his mother will be angry again. You want your mom to be scolded by their mom?" ask Arsya.

Nesya shook her head weakly, her face getting sadder hearing that. He could only look from afar at Mimi, their neighbor's son who always played with his toys in the house. As a child, of course Nesya also wanted to have toys like them. But whatever the power, their mother could not buy toys like that. Even just eating is always less. They only eat well after payday. The rest, they only eat potluck even often just eat bread like last night.

Looking at his grieving sister, Arsya seemed speechless. But a moment later he immediately stopped Nesya's swing.

Nesya immediately nodded with her sad face.

"No, but if it's bad don't protest" Arsya said

Nesya immediately smiled happily hearing that.

"Okay. ayok" Nesya even directly jumped from the swing making Arsya swiftly catch his body that almost fell.

"You're a habit, if you fall how to try. Nyusahin mother right" Arsya's nagging.

Nesya laughed and rubbed her aching leg.

"Sorry brother" he murmured.

Arsya just grunts and brings Nesya to the bottom of their home. Sit Nesya in the seat of a sofa that has been torn and no longer foamy, leaving only the rubber.

"Wait here, don't go where. Brother will take the ingredients first. Last night Sri ma'am had to throw away the mattress, enough foam can be made a doll" said Arsya

Nesya nodded quickly.

"really yes. Don't go where. If you leave here, brother does not want to see you again" threatened Arsya

"Yes, Nesya is here" replied Nesya who complied.

Arsya nodded, and immediately ran towards Sri's stall. While Nesya just sat and looked at her departure. But only briefly because now the eyes look back on the house of his friend who is still playing there.

Nesya wanted to leave, but surely her sister and mother must be angry. So he'd rather obey and just wait here. Although his desire to play makes him really sad.

...

Arsya has arrived at Sri's house. He looked at Sri maam who was drying salted fish on the roof of the stall.

"What do you want, to go into debt again?" ask Sri ma'am

Arsya shook her head slowly as she looked at the pile of mattresses that had been torn in the trash beside the stall.

"Arsya wants to ask for foam mattress can be ma'am" pinta Arsya

Bu Sri frowned and immediately looked at the mattress that he had thrown away last night.

"For what are you?" ask Sri ma'am

"You make a doll for Nesya, you throw it away, so Arsya wants to ask" answered Arsya.

Bu Sri looked at Arsya with pity. He had always not the heart to see these two children. Although actually he was also upset because of their mother who always owed him in her inheritance.

"Indeed, he can make a doll" asked Bu Sri while sitting in a chair and fanning her sweaty face.

"Tried ma'am" answered Arsya

"Judah take it, do not yell at it again. I am tired of her hypu" said Sri ma'am

Arsya smiled happily at that.

"Yes ma'am, thank you" said Arsya. Even he immediately ran to take the foam mattress.

But suddenly his steps came to a halt when he saw some luxury cars passing in front of the Sri Bu stall. Even Bu Sri and also some residents who were there seemed surprised to see the luxury car.

"Whoever, what a luxury car. Where until three more" said Bu Sri

"Don't know if the police want to arrest the drug dealer" said one of the shop visitors.

"About, where there is a drug dealer in our place" said Ms Sri

Arsya who looked at the car somehow immediately remembered her sister at home. He was afraid it was the kidnapper's car as it often circulated in their place.

After taking the foam mattress, he quickly ran home. Even Arsya no longer heed the screams of Sri's mother who was angry because the foam mattress was scattered along the road he ran.

Arya's breathing gasped for breath because she was running so fast, and sure enough, her eyes immediately widened when she knew that the three luxury cars had stopped in front of her house.

Arsya can see that Nesya seems scared when approached by a man in a suit, and a very many other men in suits also start to get out of the luxury car.

"Don't approach Arsya's sister!!!!" shouted Arsya who immediately ran closer to Nesya.

The man in the suit immediately turned around and looked at Arsya. But his eyes looked widened and he was a little surprised to see Arsya's face up close.

Why is it similar to her master????