Loving Or Loved?

Loving Or Loved?
New Atmosphere



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Akbar POVs


As time goes on, life must go on as it should. Whether there is a wide gaping wound or there is a mountain of happiness, everything will remain as a memory, as a reminder if the time ever existed.


Everyone has been hurt as well as me and the same wound a few months ago had to be felt by my sister as well, love and betrayal. But on the one hand I'm grateful because at least Fani hasn't been bound by the sacred bond of marriage, like I used to be.


This afternoon I found a sweet smile that had disappeared for several months, although she never really looked sad or gloomy in front of me, Mama, Mama, and Papa but his smile and laugh this time was really different and came back like my little brother Fani who was always cheerful and happy.


The cheerful Fani from childhood was never open in various things either to me or to Mama and Papa, always he was self-serving and did not show his sadness to us. But in his case this time he told my future wife, Qiana, who was ready to listen and gave him wise advice in dealing with this problem.


“Hahaha, Dafa come Dafa gelitikin keep Om Bagasnya.” Laughter and shouting Fani disperse my daydream, haaaah.


“Mas, will you come home? What's with Mama, Papa sleeps here?” qiana asked who had just come with warm tea and cheese cassava for me.


“Mas go home first, but later after dinner at home no one masakin kayak here,” I said with a flirtatious smile towards Qiana. I don't know these few days I feel different about myself, like the ABG kid who just fell in love hahaha, is a little teasing about Qiana now and I feel like laughing more lately.


“Mas, don't smile flirtatious that ah don't like,” said Qiana as she brushed her lips. This little woman of mine is always different from other women, if the woman out there longs for my smile and the look in my eyes, of course Qiana does not long for it. Fani said to me, Qiana was more considerate and liked the attitude, my nature had been persistent to get Dafa back my embrace and my courage to propose at that time, and I was lucky to get it.


“Iya, sorry-sorry. Mas just want to try how to interact with the candidate Mas this, the same way that does not seem stiff. We really want to not be stiff anymore, more relaxed if we talk if we can


while on the slippage of such jokes,” I said while expressing my heart. Yes to Qiana's business I now communicate more often with Fani to ask if Qiana complains about my attitude or tells about me whatever it is. This is one of my anticipations that if I make a mistake it will be faster to overcome it.


The past is self-learning in the future is true, and now I am opening up the memory of the past so that I can be more careful in my attitude. So that in the future I am not in


betrayed by another woman.


“Iya Mas, sorry but Mas don't flirt with dong. Genitnya saved first if we are legitimate so as not to tempt and plunge us for now.” She answered by looking at the end of her dangling veil covering her chest, how sweet this little woman of mine is. Every time I look at her shy behavior like this makes me even more sure that I did not choose her wrong as my life partner and the right partner to raise my children later.


“Iya sorry, no longer be genitin you,” I said while taking a cup containing tea that still puffed the smoke, and I only got a nod from Qiana.


“Dad, Om Christmas Bagas Well..” Shouted Dafa while running towards me behind him was Bagas who was chasing my son and carrying Dafa's water shot. Apparently Dafa's water shot had run out


so he can't return Bagas' shot, either,


“This is sitting here,” I said as I lifted the tiny body of my already heavier son onto my lap, Dafa only giggled amusedly when Bagas no longer shot him with water.


“Yaaahhh…. Dafa cheated this cook asked for protection from Dad anyway,” said Bagas while pretending to sulk and stomp his legs which made Dafa more laugh loudly and wriggle his body in my lap.


“Hihihihi, Om Bagas tayak Dafa if any moreiyyy nambek hihihihihi..” Dafa said with a laugh.


“Bagas already do not tempt Dafa, later malem wet him if now laugh like giu continue, then,” said Qiana while standing up to take Dafa from my lap and went into the house leaving me and Bagas who was still on the porch of the house, and Fani who was still chuckling on the swing.


“Ah, you the Gas left me be.” Gruntsku annoyed.


Not long after I entered the house, no different from the situation in front of the noisy house in the house was just as noisy. Dafa was now running around with Lea while shouting obscure, warm


it feels like seeing a crowded house like this is not like my house that has been very quiet for the past few years.


“Om..Om.. play with Leo,” said Leo Bang Reza's eldest son he gave me dice, it turns out the boy invited me to play snake ladder.


“Come, we invite Dafa and Lea also yes.” Invite me and be given a gel by Leo.


“Don't they don't know yet, nani instead spoils our game Om.” He replied, clenching his hands in front of his chest, God, his name is a child who wants whatever his age remains adorable in my eyes. And if not wrong age Leo has stepped on 5 years.


“Nnothing let Om Bagas the same Om Akbar who keep the two leaks, but we can still play together calmly,” said Bagas who suddenly stood beside me.


“OK but promise yes Om, if you do anything, Om Bagas will have to buy me ice cream and toys and if you can calm down in this game later Om Bagas I love one of my robots,” said Leo hahaha it turns out this child besides being smart to seduce is also smart to negotiate apparently.


“Hahahaha, fine son.” Answer Bagas.


“DAFAAA…. LEAA…. STOP RUNNING HERE WE PLAY SNAKE LADDERAA..” Shout Bagas without cue that makes me and Leo jumped in shock.


“Main last sign ye...ye..ye...ye......” Said Dafa and Lea who immediately ran towards us who were already sitting in a circle on the carpet. Dafa immediately sat on my lap followed by Leah who was also scrambling to sit


on my lap, it's funny to have twins I thought, when I saw Lea and Dafa fighting like this.


“Lea here in the bench Om,” said Bagas while holding Lea's hand, without objection Lea directly according to Bagas's remark when this was the first time they met, but Lea had complied with Bagas.


“Lea equals Dafa, this we play snake ladder yes. Later Dafa same Lea gentian shuffle his chest continues later Om the same father Akbar who walked his horse,” said Bagas trying to explain how to play snake ladder to these little children.


“Each Om, Dafa bya.” Replied my son with very confident eyes.


And as calm as the toddlers in my lap and Bagas still they can still act out and escape my supervision and Bagas when they managed to pull the snake board of stairs in front of us with enthusiasm of course, not to mention the dice that are always thrown at a considerable distance makes me, Bagas and Leo must take turns standing and take the dice.


“Om tired.” Complain Leo.


“Iya the same, this turns out Dafa the same Adek you are clever also ngakalin us from earlier, until tired it feels like feet sitting, standing, sitting, standing straight from earlier.” Answer the complaining Bagas as well.


“Leo, bill gih ice cream same toy to Om Bagas before tomorrow he returned to Jakarta,” said me while carrying Dafa and Lea to Qiana to be bathed immediately, so that he would be bathed, while Leo was cheering while approaching Bagas who was lying on the carpet.


“Abangggg... rules do not get tingetin si Leonya kesengan right he became.” Shouted Bagas.


Hahaha funny too, this afternoon is a new experience for me to pay attention to and play with little kids besides my son of course. It turned out to be very exciting from here also I can see the sincerity and kindness Bagas to my sister and these little children who incidentally no family ties with him. And for sure I want to immediately add a sister to Dafa so that my house is not quiet again later if Dafa cousins have returned to Surabaya.


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Thank you readers.... Although the weather is often cloudy do not forget to keep the spirit not to follow the cloudy as well let alone follow the rain...