Mom For Bhara

4: Surprising Facts

"Sir Natasya? What does this mean?"

Call the police for an explanation. After Bhara called her 'Mama', of course everyone was shocked and thought that Natasha was the child's biological mother.

"No! I'm not her real mother" exclaimed Natasya while shaking her head in a fuss.

"Bhara," called Natasha softly to the child in her arms, "why do you call her sister 'Mama'? She's not your mom."

The boy's lips chipped, "Mama... Hicks..."

"Eh?" Natasya panicked, then looked at the police and officers, "i'm serious, sir, Mom, I'm not her mother. I also don't know why he called me 'Mama'."

Everyone threw confused looks at each other. They are convinced that such a small child is unlikely to lie, but Natasha's tone also suggests that she is telling the truth.

"Bhara," call the police, "Sir Natasya is not your mom. Come with the police first, we'll find your mama."

Bhara shook her head, then tightened her arms to Natasha, "hiks... Mamma... I want to cama Mama."

Natasya scowled, "oh, I don't think she wants to get away from me. Police sir, may I take Bhara home?"

The policeman grunted tiredly, "can't, Natasya. We cannot let Bhara come with you because this child is a missing child. Bhara has to come with us."

Suddenly, Bhara cried loudly, "huaaa! Don't want to buy polici! I want to cama Mama!"

Natasya immediately stroked Bhara's back to calm the child. Meanwhile, the police were increasingly confused by this situation. Especially the night is getting late.

"Come, Sir. Let me take Bhara home. Bhara did not want to let go of me, and I had to go home immediately" Natasya said in a pleading tone.

The two policemen looked at each other and threw a signal.

"Well," said the police officer, "Bu Natasya can take Bhara home for a while. But you must remain under our watch."

Natasya nodded resignedly, "yes already. Then just bring my ID, sir."

"Can we get Ms Natasya's phone number?" ask the police.

Natasya nodded, then pulled out her phone and gave her number to the policewoman. After finishing business with the police there, Natasya took Bhara away to the car.

"Well, Bhara is coming home with her sister, yes," Natasya said as she sat Bhara in the passenger seat.

"Yeah!!! go home mommy" cried Bhara with a smile.

Natasya would protest the call of 'Mama' from Bhara, but she abandoned her intention of seeing the boy's cheerful face. His heart warmed as he saw a smile emanating from the sweet child's face. Ever since he met Bhara, this was the first time the boy had smiled.

"Bhara's happy to be home with sister?" ask Natasya while driving.

Bhara nodded enthusiastically, "hihi... Cenang. But..."

Natasya turned to wait for Bhara to continue her sentence.

"...mama is not 'sister', but 'Mama', Bhala's mother."

Natasya's forehead frowned, "uh? Bharas... Brother is not Bhara's mother."

Bhara's face instantly turned moody. Natasya panicked when she saw the boy's eyes begin to glaze over.

"Eh? Well, yes yes, sister mama Bhara," panicked Natasha, "Bhara can call 'Mama'."

The boy's tears did not come down, the smile on his face had returned. Natasya could only let out a long sigh, no matter Bhara called her 'Mama', the important thing was that the child could continue to smile.

Arriving at home, Natasya holds Bhara who has fallen asleep since the trip. He put the boy to sleep in his bedroom.

"Huft..," Natasya heaved a sigh of relief after putting Bhara down and enveloping him.

Natasya stroked Bhara's head, then muttered softly, "actually, who are you, Bhara? Why suddenly call me 'Mama'?"

Lama Natasya looked at the calm face of the sleeping Bhara. A small smile was engraved on his face as he felt his heart warm up whenever he saw the cute face of the child.

...----------------...

The next day, early in the morning, just as the sun was beginning to shine, Natasha was already in the market located near her house. He went to buy some clothes for Bhara before the boy woke up. Actually, he is not the type of person who likes to shop in the market. However, since Bhara needed a change of clothes as soon as possible, he was forced to buy here. No supermarket or clothing store opens in the morning.

He bought various equipment needed by the boy, such as clothes, pants, sandals, toiletries, and toddler milk. Natasya took the initiative to give Bhara milk because the child's body was very thin compared to children his age.

After buying everything needed, Natasya rushed to go home. He did not want to leave Bhara too much, worried that the child would wake up and find that he was not home.

Natasya's POV

"Hiks... Hicks..."

Hearing Bhara's cry, I immediately ran into the room. Sure enough, the boy was sitting on the bed with tears. It is still 8 am.

"Hey hey, sweet kid has woken up~"

I said while lifting up Bhara for me.

"Where are you going? Hix... Bhala kila, mama ninggalin Bhala," she said as she pleased.

I smiled a little, "mama doesn't leave Bhara. Mama bought a new suit of milk for Bhara."

"Shirt?!" exclaim Bhara with sparkling eyes.

I chuckled as I watched her come back cheerful after I said that I just bought clothes for her.

"Yes, Bhara wants to take a shower now?"

The little boy was silent, as if he didn't want to take a bath.

"Later to take a shower, Bhara can wear his new clothes," I persuaded.

It worked! He nodded his head in spirit.

I also took her to the bathroom. After setting the temperature of the water to warm, I also started to undress Bhara.

"God! Bhara, what's the back of you?!" I reflexively screamed in surprise.

Good Lord! What am I seeing?! The child's back and stomach are full of bruises with different shades of purple, which means that these bruises are obtained at different times as well.

"Hiks... Mama..," Bhara cried again as she looked at me, "don't hit Bhala again."

I shut my mouth in surprise. I'm not stupid, seeing Bhara's reaction at the moment, I'm sure he's a victim of the KDRT. I directly hugged the child who had called me 'Mama' since yesterday.

"Shhh... Calm down, my dear. Mama will not hit you really, calm down, yeah," I said as I gently rubbed his back.

Unknowingly, I shed tears. It felt so claustrophobic to imagine this tiny and fragile child having to get so many wounds. Then, I immediately wiped my tears and returned a smile.

"Come, now Bhara takes a bath first, yes," I said, wiping away the tears on his cheek.

The boy nodded small. Then, carefully, I began to bathe her body. After 15 minutes of 'bathing Bhara', I took her back to my room and dressed her up.

"Well, done," I said after dressing him, and hugged him tightly with anxiety, "wow... It's so funny this little baby."

"Ughh! Mama! As tight as possible!"

I laughed as Bhara wriggled to try to escape from my arms.

Then, I carried the boy to the living room and sat him on the sofa.

"Well, Bhara is sitting here first yes, mama wants to make Bhara milk first," I said while turning on the TV.

The boy simply nodded obediently and secured himself on the sova while watching TV. Then I walked into the kitchen. However, before making Bhara milk and cooking for breakfast, I opened my phone and called the police yesterday.

"Hello, Miss police," I said after the call.

"Yes, Natasya. What's up?" answer the police.

"Mom, I want to report something," I paused my words for a moment, "it seems, Bhara is a victim of the KDRT. I found a lot of bruises on his body."

I could hear the policewomen not immediately reply, maybe he was quite surprised by my statement.

"All right, Brother Natasya. Thanks for the report. After this, we will conduct further investigation. Can we meet soon?"

"Can, Mom. I have a college schedule later. After college, I'll go to the police station" I said.

"Lecture? What about Bhara? Who will look after him later?" ask the polwan.

"Emm.., oh! Bhara I'll put in a daycare near my college."

"All right, Brother Natasya. Thanks for the time."

"Together, ma'am," I said before ending the call.

I am grateful that the police responded quickly to this case. I hope the truth is revealed soon. And for anyone who does such a heinous thing to Bhara, may that person be punished accordingly.