My father-in-law Kang Setur

MKA 32'S

It just so happens that Zavier is watching his favorite cartoon on TV. Mother's eyes also sparkle when she sees her grandson directly, as well as the Father. Both of them looked very happy to have met their grandchildren.

"Zavier ..." call mom and dad.

Not looking at me at all, that's how my baby is. It has been a year of age but he does not know his name, has not been able to call Mother and Father, not even able to be ordered because his eyes are not focused. He only focused on one if he was serious.

Mom and Dad looked at each other, I knew what was on their minds. I went straight to them, "Mom, sir. Zavier hasn't heard the call yet, but he's heard it."

"Yes, Son. Maybe because the road is smart first. Just be patient, nduk."

"Yes, sir."

***

One week we have been in this house, changes in maternal health are increasingly visible. Maybe it's true, mom is sick of missing her daughter too much. Little pity to see mom because of the pain caused by me.

Suddenly me and Mas Rayyan called father gathered, Zavier happened to be sleeping. "Dhira ... Rayjen ... There is something you want to say," said the Father full of seriousness.

"What's up, sir?"

"After a week you notice Zavier often tantrums, toys if not hp definitely tv. Called do not want to sleep, sleep long and like to tiptoe on the road." Say Father slowly.

"You know what, Dhira ... My friends at the office have kids like that. She's 3 years old. His son is hyperactive just like your son. I didn't say your son was autistic, no ... Such a kid is smart, kid. Clever! Different from other children. I just suggest you take him to the pediatrician or his therapist."

'Shelf!

Quite emotionally ignited to hear it, my Zavier is said to be an abnormal child. Ck! Which mother would be willing?

"Sorry, Sir! But Zavier's normal. His face is handsome, not rich people with special needs. Don't tell me your grandson's weird dong, sir."

"Sir, you are educated people ... Googled and understand what you mean."

'Diks! 'Diks!

I cried so much, what more ordeal is this Oh my God?

"Sorry, Sir. Dhira to the room first ..."

I can no longer, my mind is not clear. Imagining my son as special makes me unable to accept this path of destiny. What mistakes have I made so that the trials keep coming? If this is my fault, let me be the one being punished, not my helpless son.

His life is still long, he must have had an incredible dream for his future. I can't imagine him joining his friends and he's being ridiculed for his flaws! Because he's different!

Astaghfirullah ...

***

'Czech!

Mas Rayyan opened the door to my room suddenly making me unable to wipe away these tears again. "Dhira ..." Call her.

What can I do but cry?

I hugged Mas Rayyan, I cried there. "Mas ... Our son ..."

"Yes, Honey ..." Mas Rayyan opened the phone and found out what the father meant.

"Mas, Zavier is normal!" a little scream I said that.