Mother To Ananda

CHAPTER 12

Salman sipped the coffee that had begun to warm, he patiently waited, did not want to hurt his tongue and oral cavity again because of his boredom.

"I'm ready to hear your story" Salman said. Retno, who previously still had the rest of the laughter on her face, immediately changed her look to be serious, when she understood Salman's intentions. Retno turned her head for a while towards her room, where Dira was lying down while playing mobile phone and Nanda who had fallen asleep soundly after spending her milk.

"Randi," Retno smiled before continuing, "you could say, she was my only choice that Dad agreed to."

Salman felt there was a cynical tone as well as miris when Retno talked about someone named Randi.

When Adli, remind Retno about the ridicule and mockery because of his anxiety disorder. Randi, the one who reminded Retno of such deep hatred but had to swallow.

Why does this lover have so many painful pasts that tinker with her?

"Randi temen my High School, after graduation, we lost contact each. See you again, continue dating when Randi was already a doctor even though not as famous as now."

"Are you a teacher?" tanya Salman cuts Retno's story.

Retno smiled, "yet, I'm still unemployed. Still hanging, working according to Dad's taste. Even though I nagged Dad to be a Doctor, Dad still drives me no matter how."

Salman nodded in understanding, "ehm, the outline, means when the same Randi, your father agrees?" salman was right on target.

"That's okay. Randi's a Doctor, one of the professions that you can look up to."

Again Salman caught the look of hatred on Retno's face. "Handsome, friendly, smart, diligent, rich. And most importantly He is a Doctor, almost arguably a figure that is so perfect" Retno added.

Retno braided her fingers. Cold, so the impression that Salman can capture when Retno talks about Randi, a man who is so perfect.

"When I was with Randi, Dad came back to be the old Dad. Be okay with me again. Nganggep I'm his son again, not a machine that He can drive at will. Miris huh?"

Ditaktor and authoritarian, the two traits immediately crossed Salman's mind when describing the figure of Retno's father.

Salman approached Retno, hugging Retno's body at a glance to give her strength. After a few minutes, he took off his arms. Salman was a little surprised because no sadness was caught in Retno's eyes when telling Randi. Unlike when Retno told about Adli, he was so hit.

"More sad when two years ago, I broke up with Randi because He was caught cheating. Dad was angry because I didn't take care of Randi, until he cheated on me."

"He's cheating, you're being wronged?" salman really does not believe in the way of Retno's father's mind.

"He em, I'm justin, it's free anyway if I clear it. I won't believe it either."

Salman patted the back of Retno's hand. The girl is so strong, Salman until back fascinated with Retno for the umpteenth time.

"How did Randi react after he was caught cheating?" salman asked curiously.

"Obsolutely normal. He smiled, saying he didn't intentionally. Acting like I'm wrong because I'm not considerate. He's perfect until the end." Retno laughed cynically.

"Sliced," said Salman responding to Retno's reply. Retno laughed at the furious mimic imprinted on Salman's face.

Retno nodded firmly, "not.  For a year with her, my illness never recurred."

Salman nodded his head in understanding. Salman sighed before saying his conclusion to the figure of the former Retno who works as a doctor.

"The man is perfect without loopholes, will not lose, and cannot be wrong."

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"Mother, Mommy is angry, if Nanda calls her Mama?"

Retno was stunned to hear Nanda's request. He glanced in the direction of Salman. However, Nanda already has a mother who will not be replaced. Salman nodded his head, with a smile etched on his lips.

"Why? Why would Nanda want to call Mother Retno, Mama?" retno asked carefully, his hand did not stop stroking the cheek of the bulging Nanda. They were at Salman's house. Retno wanted to take her ready-made order puring bag for the end-of-year teaching farewell.

Nanda smiled cutely, "because Nanda loves Mommy." Retno smiled at Nanda's reply. Although only a typical answer of small children, but able to thrill little heart Retno.

Retno smiled when she realized Nanda was still calling her Mother. The six-year-old, even thinking of permission to call her Mama, thought about how Retno felt, whether angry or not.

Small things that are sometimes unthinkable like this, which makes Retno again feel amazed by the person of Nanda.

"May dear, may."

"Mama," said Nanda as she swept into Retno's arms. Retno stroked Nanda's back as faintly heard a restrained sobbing coming out of Nanda's mouth. A heart-wrenching sedu came out from those usually smiling little lips. Retno tightened her arms towards Nanda, with tears coming down her cheeks. Salman who saw was not able to hold back his tears that came out.

After fifteen minutes had passed, with Nanda's cry already subsiding. Salman poured water for the two people he loved so much. Nanda gulped it down to the toilet, while Retno only drank a little.

Retno smiled, "why is Nanda crying? Mama can tell?" retno asked by wiping the remaining tears in the corner of Nanda's eyes.

Nanda nodded, before saying, "Nanda mince, finally, Nanda can fathom what Nanda rasain has won." Nanda's words that bring up the question strokes on the faces of Retno and Salman who heard. "Nanda can take Mama's hug."

"Warm," continued Nanda while smiling at Retno's eyes. Retno bit her lower lip, she again felt her heart as if it was pinched hearing Nanda's words.

"Actually Nanda pingin rich Nanda. Have mom. Hugged mom. School delivered mama. Coupled mama. Nanda also wants to scold mama, rich temen-men. But, Nanda is not pa-pa, Nanda is afraid to say Papa, Papa will cry. Nanda doesn't want to make Papa sad." Salman hugged Nanda. He never expected his son to hold it himself to not want to see his Papa sad. All he knows is that Nanda is happy to have only her in her life. He feels like a selfless Papa, whose six-year-old son has been trying to protect himself.

"Sorry dear Papa, pardon Papa," Salman cried with tears that kept coming out of the corner of his eyes. Nanda took off her Papa's embrace, her little hand rubbing Salman's wet cheek.

"Pope can't be sad anymore, because we've met Mama." Retno smiled at the two men in front of her who managed to make her fall in love with it. Salman returned Retno's gaze deeply, before turning to look at Nanda.

"Happy nanda?" Salman asked his only son. The son will always be his pride.

"Happy mother."