My Husband's Return
Part 2 - Return of My Husband
The five-year-old noticed his mother was busy in the kitchen as if making something.
"Mama for what? Can you help me?" The woman he was talking to turned to him with a smile.
"Your mother's son is awake? Hungry, baby?" welcome Salsa directly turn off the stove and approach Angkara at the dining table. He sat down next to the son.
Lama Salsa looked at the handsome face of his son, every time he saw Angkara, then he would remember her husband. Her husband always gave her love and affection without enough words.
"Mama's eyes are chapped, Mama's eyes hurt?" angkara asked immediately stroked the cheek of the Mama.
Salsa nodded with a smile, looking at Angkara's hand which was now on his cheek. "Mama is not papa, dear. Let's take a shower in the afternoon, just wait for Oma to come and get Kara."
"Yey walks the same Oma pretty," girang Angkara while wiggling his hips funny. "Don't you forget Kala's birthday? I want Papa's gift, period!"
"Norh ...."
"Oma's grandson's afternoon." The sound that rang out in the kitchen doorway made Salsa's sentence stop. The woman smiled and approached her mother-in-law.
"Kara's not ready yet, Mi," Salsa said.
"That's how it is, let Kara be with Mami. Continue to make the cake." Dance patted her daughter-in-law's shoulder and turned to her only granddaughter.
"Hayo baby come with Oma, we shop as much."
"A lot of toy shopping, Oma?"
"Yes dong, today is Kara's day. Soon there will be a party at Grandma's house, the party is very big." Dance forms her hand like a circle to make Kara happy on her birthday.
"That's Kara's not changing clothes first?" salsa asked following her steps to the front porch.
"No need, anyways go directly to the salon. Tonight Oma's granddaughter will be a grill."
Salsa just laughed in response to the enthusiasm of her in-laws, Her husband is indeed gone but the hearts of Azka's parents never changed to her.
"Badma dear." Angkara waved in his Ans Opanya sling.
"Kiss Mama dong first," Ans orders.
Cup
"Be careful Pi, Mi."
After his father-in-law, Salsa returned to the kitchen, to make a birthday cake for the son. Not because he can't afford to buy, but he wants Kara's birthday cake from his own hands.
If you want to buy, the cake shop can be bought by Azka's parents for their grandchildren.
No tears Salsa dripped while decorating the tart for the night at her Mama's house.
After the cake she made so, then the single mother immediately get ready to go to her mother's house where the birthday party will be
lasted.
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The party was very lively even though the closest people were present. The friends of Salsa and Azka all came to celebrate. The party ended at 12pm and the owner of the day had fallen asleep two hours ago.
"Yah Kala was not, even though Anala wanted permission to go home," said the little girl in her Diton Daddy sling.
Dito was one of Azka's best friends.
"Hehehe, I'm sorry because it's so."
"Ish Kala Kebo," taunted Arga of Angkara's friends.
Everyone dispersed, Salsa took her son to the room and laid him in bed. He did not directly follow Angkara to dreamland. The woman was sitting at the dresser with a little tart cake and a picture of a sweet-smelling man.
"Happy birthday .. Happy birthday," muttered Salsa with unstoppable tears. "Blow the candle .. blow the candle now .. now ...."
"Tomorrow I will meet you" murmured Salsa.
***
In the morning, the woman woke up as usual, to prepare breakfast for the son.
"Mama's son is very handsome," muttered Salsa kissed his son's forehead who was still asleep after taking a cellphone.
Her eyes widened perfectly when all the messages she had been sending on her husband's number tick two. Just blinking, the two-gray tick turned blue in a sign that the message had just been read.
"No, there's no way I'm sure I'm halu." Salsa nodded in disbelief. He ran out of the room to look for his mother, wanting to show her his cell phone to the middle-aged woman. I want to make sure he is hallucinating.
"Mama!" salsa shouted as he went down one by one rung of stairs.
"Mama's in the kitchen, son!" sahut Reni's.
The step of the shoulder-haired woman had to stop because of the existence of someone in the living room who was looking down.
Who is that guy? Why is it at her mother's house? And why does a man look like someone. Salsa's mouth opened as the man sitting on the living room couch raised his head.
"No way, I must be hallucinating!"
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