Mother To Ananda

Chapter 1

Sometimes we have to give up something, to get something

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     The sound of a whiteboard that rubs against the colorful chalk, in fact, can make some people sick to hear it. Scribbles meeting the two objects, can be something that is able to make dozens of eye beads in front of him sparkle happily. The creative hand belongs to a woman berparas ayu, with a word that sounds calm, but implied firmness in it.

     Retno Sekar Ayu's. A beautiful name given to both parents. The name is very fitting with the face of the owner. Retno, devotes herself as a teacher in one of the famous Kindergarten parks in the city of Yogyakarta. Three years is not an easy thing to do. Opposition from the father, who was of the view that a Kindergarten teacher, will not have a future, became the toughest obstacle. Therefore, Retno decided to leave her parents' house, and chose to live in small boarding houses, close to her workplace. Not intended to leave his parents, Retno just wanted to prove his decision that the job he thought was very noble, is not a job without a future as his father said.

     Retno sighed, as she drew a family smiling happily under a three-colored rainbow. Descriptions of children about happy families. Retno wants the cold atmosphere between her and her father to warm up again like the picture on the board.

     "Mother!" A call that hits Retno daydreams. Retno wiped away a tear, which escaped from her eye patch. All the students in her class called her Mother. Retno is more comfortable to be called Mother, than Teacher's Mother. He looked over, then smiled at the disciple who called out to him. "Yes, Nanda?"

     "Nanda, don't you have a mother?" Retno flinched back, when she heard the question from her student Ananda's son. Ananda who did not understand, seemed ordinary when asking questions that in fact were able to make Retno shed tears. His memory is twisted when the first day of school, Ananda only among his grandmother. Retno was sad when she heard the story from her grandmother, that Mama Ananda had died when she gave birth to Ananda into this world. It is very sad, when on the same date, there are two very different events happening. Birth and Death.

     "Can Nanda get a picture of Mother Retno?" Retno walked over to Ananda and then gently ruffled the boy's hair.

     "Can, Bun?" Ananda asked enthusiastically.

     "Yes. Nanda can picture Mother." Ananda who heard it immediately shouted in joy. His little eyes even sparkled.

     "Bigger, Nanda's got Mama." Retno kissed the cheek of the student's puffer. Retno did not distinguish Ananda from the other students, only, Retno felt that Ananda needed less attention, than her other friends, who still had the figure of a mother.

     Retno smiled, at this moment, she was more and more convinced by her decision. His love for young children, who are able to solidify his steps to become a Kindergarten teacher.

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     Salman fahlavi, the name listed on his birth certificate, thirty-three years ago. He is a screen printing businessman who is quite famous in the city of Yogyakarta. A widower had one child, with a heartbreaking story behind him. The sad story, where He gained something valuable, by losing something that is not less valuable. The birth of his son, which seemed to pay for the death of his beloved wife. So heartbreaking. Each repeat of the second of September in each year, a date that should be a joy because it celebrates the birthday of his only son, Ananda satria fahlavi, becomes a day of grief, and the, which even he would not be able to just smile. The wife died while struggling to give birth to their son.

     Salman rushed to wipe away his tears, when he heard the clattering of small footsteps running towards his study. Tears that always appear, when remembering his late wife.

"Papa, Nanda's home." Salman immediately rushed to catch the small body that jumped towards him. Without waiting for long, his little hero immediately recounted the events at his school, from his tiny mouth. Stories about drawing lessons happy families. Mama, Papa, and Nanda. Again, Salman's eyes are ready to produce tears.

     "But, Mother Retno wanted to be Nanda's mother." Nanda chirps with enthusiasm. Nanda was very happy about it. Immediately, Salman removed Nanda from his sling.

     "Oh yeah? Mommy Retno wants to be Nanda's mom?" Salman hugged his son, he could not help but cry. The only son of his puppet, did not even feel the warm embrace of a mother. The age at which He should have had more love than a mother, he never had. The age at which He should indulge with a Mother, He never felt. Even Nanda never felt, how chatty a mother who nagged when, her son was sick because of the rain and when his son was carelessly snacking. Ananda never felt that.

No. gabe.

Ever.

     Even since He looked at this world, Nanda had never tasted Mother's milk. Never feel a mother's warm embrace for the first time, when with the instinct of her baby who will automatically find the source of her life, even to taste a drop of Colostrum for immunity, her body, and her body, Nanda never felt that. His mother, his hero, was willing to take his life in exchange for his life.

     "Mother Retno also asked Nanda for pictures, Papa, Nanda, and Mother Retno. Papa don't cry anymore!" Nanda patted his Papa on the back with his small hand, which seemed to be able to calm the papa. Salman released his arms, wiped his tears, then kissed the top of his son's head.

     "Papa, want to see the picture dong, can you?" A soft smile curled from the lips of the handsome man. Nanda immediately took a picture book in her bag, then showed her Papa, a typical picture of a small child. Two adults, and one little boy with a big smile.

     "This is Mother Retno?" Salman pointed to the image of the woman in the picture of his son, which was immediately answered with an enthusiastic nod by his son. Salman scrambles his son's hair. "Tomorrow to know Papa with Mother Retno yes?" Again Nanda nodded enthusiastically.

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