Mandul

S2 Chapter 12: We Don't Have Papa

David goes into his study, the man is not working but busy with his own thoughts. Recalling his remarks to Fatim just now, that he was the one who was going to take care of their divorce, David quickly contacted his lawyer. 

"Frans, please take care of my divorce with Fatim. Don't forget, give him his due according to the rules." 

David had made up his mind, the lawyer was swiftly responding to his client's request. 

"Okay, David, I'll take care of it soon. Is there anything else you need?" Ask Frans. 

"Nothing" said David. The conversation over the phone was interrupted, now David is sitting in his seat of greatness. For a moment a pair of neutrals stared at the picture frame of himself and Fatim during the holidays together. 

"Huufff Fatim, I'm sorry. I wish you could give a descendant to continue what I have pioneered, but all of that turned out to be unfulfilled. If you still want to be together, maybe this breakup won't happen. May you be happy when it's over Fat" murmured David alone. 

The man took off the photo in the silver frame, with a single hand, the photo was torn into two pieces. 

Sreett! 

Quickly David threw it in the trash, the man covered his face with both of his big palms. 

"I'm sorry God, I'm not selfish, am I? I also have to think about the survival of the descendants. Am I wrong?" Ask David alone.  

Chequek!

"Sister Dave, am I interrupting?" Samira asked who suddenly entered without knocking on the door first. The woman was carrying a tray of coffee and snacks. 

"Samira, comein. Next time, please knock the door just in. Where's Viona?" Ask David flat. The man did not give a smile at all to Samira this time, David's mind was still focused on Samira. 

"Sorry, I will not repeat it next time. Here's the coffee, brother," said Samira softly. The woman stepped gracefully, while blind David saw Samira's appearance was different from the one before. 

The woman was wearing a knee-length dress with a low collar cut, thus making both of her assets look peep. Samira who is still breastfeeding makes her chest look full, it makes David stunned for a moment. 

"Samira, do you want to go out of the house?" Ask David who has now been watching Samira intensely. Samira put down a cup of coffee and a small plate containing chocolate cake, with the clothes making the curves of Samira's body more clearly printed. 

"I'm not going anywhere, sister, this was Viona peeing and my clothes were hit. I change clothes, I don't have any clothes, so clothes for the road I use. While my laundry is dry" Samira said at length explaining as much detail as possible. 

"Let me drive you to buy clothes. Take Viona too" David said. The man was not as friendly as he was before Fatim's arrival, but Samira could understand him. 

At Fatim's house, the woman tried to toughen up when faced with her son. Jay hasn't come home from school yet, the kid will definitely ask about his papa David. Maybe not today, but it could be tomorrow or the day after. Fatim had to be ready with the answer he would give, lucky Jay is a smart and independent child. So this kind of thing, Fatim was very sure that the son would be able to accept.

"Assalamualaikum ma," said Jay with a smile that made his face more handsome. The boy was a big body, so his height is now almost the same as the tiny Fatim. 

"Waalaikumussalam, tired huh dear? How was school today?" Fatim asked who helped the son with his backpack and bag. 

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun, yes dear. Mama agrees, but why is this handsome face sad?" Ask Fatim. Jay looked at the school at his mom, then looked out of the house. 

"Zahir was Jay Ma's best friend and now we're the same, we don't have papa." Jay's down. The handsome boy who now looked even bigger was only daring to look at the floor with sadness that plagued his face.

"Jay, my mom is with you. You don't have any more papa, but Jay and Zahir are strong and great kids. Because what? Because you are the ones who will take care of your mama," said Fatim encouragingly. 

"But we're little ma, how can you take care of your mama." 

Jay still did not understand what Fatim meant, although in his heart there was a little happiness because the mother was very proud of him. 

"Darling, keeping it is not just like a whiz. Jay can keep mama with achievements, good name, noble character and so on. That's now Jay's job as a man, as a leader. Don't be sad again, son, Jay and Zahir as much as possible encourage each other and equally give a good influence." 

Jay smiled broadly, now that the sadness he felt was slowly gone, his overcast face had changed with brightness. 

"Jay how about we go for a walk this afternoon, will you?" Ask Fatim with his best smile. 

"Maaaauuu .. oya ma, Jay wants to play on the playground. Can ma?"  Ask Jay. Fatim smiled happily to see his son who had returned cheerful, as long as they had not returned to the house of David, Fatim gave understanding to Jay.

Time passed quickly, as Fatim had planned. They will go to the game area on the open field, an afternoon like this the playground is filled with children. 

"Mama, Jay wants to play it!" Shouted Jay excitedly. Fatim looking for a comfortable place to sit while waiting for his son to play, the woman raised her thumb in an agreed reply. 

At the playground Jay chose to play ball, but for a moment his eyes were on a child who had difficulty removing his socks. Jay quickly approaches her and intends to help the little boy. 

"Here brother help deck, said Jay with a friendly smile. The handsome little boy raised his head and now their gazes met each other. 

"You brother, thank you brother. It's hard isn't it, brother," said the boy. Jay quickly let go. When they finished, they laughed together.

"What's his name?" Ask Jay. 

"Yah …."

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Yeeeyy they met... could be adek brother huh?? 🤔

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