Mother To Ananda

CHAPTER 2

Stopit! Don'tlaugh! The doctor's diagnosis said, I was physically weak when I saw the crisp laughter from her red lips and beautiful. Eeaa.

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Morning you show up in the east...

Afternoon you're lost in the west...

Who pulled it...?

Only God can...

The voice of someone who was singing, really cool the heart of a handsome man who is now standing next to the A1 classroom in a Kindergarten. The wet raspy voice is melodious, even very fitting, if the owner chooses to be a singer. A voice that seemed to bewitch him until he closed his eyes. Enjoyed it, as if he was listening to a song from a singer he really liked.

The beautiful scenery of a handsome man, made several pairs of eyes look enthusiastic with the object they were looking at. A striking sight was seen among the crowd of mothers who were picking up their children. A handsome man, the source of their sight, was all sitting with his dashing eyes closed, leaning his body against the wall. Salman. It is like a black dot between the pink sea.

He opened his eyes shortly after the melodious voice stopped singing the songs of the child from his mouth. He remembered why he was in this extreme atmosphere. Actually He was reluctant to pick up his son, the eyes of these mothers are the reason. Ningsih, his mother who reasoned that she was not feeling well, forced Salman to pick Nanda up. Salman knew that it was just his mother's wits. His memory is twisted on the night where Nanda tells him that she already has Mama, who is none other than Retno. His mother enthusiastically matched Salman and Retno. In fact, Salman is reluctant to seek a replacement for Okta, his wife. But his mother again confirmed this all for Nanda's sake.

"Sir Salman?" A soft voice shook Salman's daydream. The voice of a man who was able to make Salman's hair bristles. Salman immediately turned his gaze to the person in front of him, the beautiful woman with a jet-black bead, who seemed to be able to immediately bewitch Salman, to enter into it. Black hole, like that.

"I... Yeah...?" Salman closed his eyes with a huff, He condemned his folly, for stutteringly answering the call of the woman. What is this woman's view of her? A handsome guy who stutters? No. gabe.

"This, Sir's widow." Salman reflexively nodded several times, which made the woman smile amusedly. Salman scratched his non-itchy nape. Really, this behavior of his, is not like him.

"Come, Mom." Salman then nodded his head. He immediately stepped away from before the beautiful woman. He just wanted to get out of this mood. He cursed his folly, while holding his son's hand by looking ahead, though from behind he heard faintly some people calling his name. Salman felt his hand shake firmly by his son's hand.

"What's up, Nanda? We need to get home soon. Your grandmother is sick, she said." Salman rolled his eyeballs remembering his super-drama mother. Salman stopped his steps as his shoulder was patted from behind. He turned his head slightly annoyed that this trip to go home soon became interrupted.

"Yes?" Salman asked as he turned his head, to find out who was the mastermind of the bully. A second later he gasped to see the figure of the beautiful woman with a little hunting breath, patting her shoulder. In his left hand he held Nanda, who also looked like he was running.

Wait a minute, Nanda?

Salman immediately turned to look at the figure that daritadi he was fond of. A child with two pigtails on his head, smiling, revealing his toothless tooth. Salman immediately felt his stomach mules violently. How could he be wrong to hold a child who is not his child?

I want Salman to pull this face off.

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The space measuring 3 x 4 it looked very messy. Plastics, paper, and others, seemed to be splattered everywhere. Not only that, the man causes this chaos, the situation is not much different from his work space. His hands and feet looked like abstract paintings, his face was seedy, with hair like a cartoon dragon ball figure. This situation, due to the mind of Salman who floated, thinking about the embarrassing incident that he experienced, yesterday. How foolish He was, until he wrongly took the hand of the horse-pointed toothless child. Salman ruffled his hair in frustration. Salman sometimes seemed to mutter to himself.

Wh why?

Wh why?

Wh why?

Whahuh?

"O Allah forgive Salman, O Allah" he murmured with a dramatic face.

"Why Mas?" Someone's interruption broke Salman's daydream. Salman reflexively looked towards the voice coming from the direction of the entrance of his study.

"Why, what's Mam?" Salman knitted brows inexplicably.

"Daritadi, the boss shouted why, why, what, continue. What's the formula five W one H yo mas?" Ask the Imam with a ticklish face. Salman was shocked because He was sure He was just muttering. Why even scream? Salman was about to answer Iman, but the interruption of his cell phone ringtone, immediately distracted him.

"Astaugfirullah." Salman was aghast when he saw the caller's id turned out to be his son's school phone. His eyes immediately turned to stare at the clock on the wall that was already showing at three in the afternoon.

"Mam, because you are. I forgot to pick up Nanda." Salman immediately took his phone without answering the call. The priest who became a scapegoat could only laugh amusedly at the abstract behavior of his boss.

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"Sorry I'm late." Salman immediately entered Retno's room. The roar of tired breath sounded loud in Retno's ears. It is true that Salman ran away. Salman immediately rolled his gaze toward the teacher's couch of his son, looking as if Nanda was soundly asleep, with small chairs seeming to push Nanda's body away from falling. His gaze then turned to look at the beautiful woman, who was standing before him. Retno seemed to be smiling sweetly, with reading glasses perched on her nose. Very graceful, Salman thought. Small moles appear to sweeten her calm face.

"Assalamu'alaikum sir." Retno greeted Salman who was busy looking at her face. Salman, who heard Retno's greeting, looked slightly aghast.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Oh, my God, I'm sorry, I forgot my regards, ma'am." Salman smiled clumsily. Retno smiled sweetly in response to the man she thought was unique. His description of the handsome widower with his cold nature, which he often reads in his favorite novels, soon disappears when he sees this handsome widower before him.

A handsome?

Hugely.

It's chilly?

Big NO!!!

Retno smiled amusedly when comparing the definitions of the novel version of Duda and the real version of Duda. This widower before him was someone handsome, who was a little, careless?

"Why Ma'am?" Salman knitted his brows cluelessly, when he saw Retno chuckling. Retno was shocked by Salman's interruption.

"Eh, I'm sorry Sir. I only remembered Hamish David's face when I saw the Father. It's very similar. Hehe." Replace Retno who now smiles clumsy. The reason for his disrespect to laugh at this handsome man in front of him, was very unethical. Retno shook her own head.

"Maybe it's Hamish David who looks like I'm Mom." Salman laughed at his own answer. Retno also laughs with their silliness. "Nanda's already daritadi ma'am?"

"Eh, yes, sir. Nanda waited for Mr. from earlier, but Mr. did not go to pick up, so did not ask to wait in my room, even overslept. Suck it's like sir." Retno stroked Nanda's hair fondly. That, did not escape the observation of Salman who was smiling himself.

"Ehhmmm... Miss Retno is going home, right? What if I just take it with me. I happened to bring a car. It's late afternoon, ma'am." Pinta Salman with one breath. Salman was astonished by his heart beat which is currently rhythmic very fast. Salman shook his head, no way. He still loves Okta, his wife.

"Eh, no need sir. I brought my own motor. Besides, I still have a lot of this work. Thanks for the offer." Retno rejected Salman's offer.

"Oh so, all right, I'm saying goodbye, Mom." Retno nodded small in response. A sweet smile can not be separated from her beautiful face. Salman said goodbye, and took Nanda to the car.

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