My son, not my son

Chapter 46. Mama

While Nawal is in school.

After he got off the bike, he walked slowly into the classroom hallway about to enter his class. With her school's plain brown bag on her shoulder.

Nawal saw a crowd of his friends near the ball field. I don't know what they're talking about. And Nawal has to go through that to get to his class.

The longer Nawal gets closer. The more he knows what they are talking about. What he felt was the same as his mother. Sadness, surprise, panic, disappointment and regret pile everything into one. Mixed in his heart that is now in turmoil.

Sorry for being careless. He did not immediately thoroughly investigate this problem to the roots. Regret not directly giving a lesson to him who has made this mess.

Yes, Nawal admitted defeat. Nawal admitted to losing a step with the person who tried to destroy his life. Even he admitted defeat with people who are eyeing his om now.

Had he acted immediately, had he taught the woman a lesson at that time, this would not have happened. Viral news that hurt a lot of this people, especially his family will not be possible.

Had he listened to the advice of Nadim to immediately meet this troublemaker, this newsmaker, this would not have happened. This rumor won't hurt his mother, his aunt, maybe even Arion's father. Especially Grandma Basagita.

Without notice, without her knowing it, Nawal's tears had fallen down her cute cheeks.

There are many words if only now loosened in Nawal's heart. Such a deep regret for delaying something that he did not do when he was able to do it.

Instantly Nawal remembered his mother Fiya, who he had just thought had left the school area.

"Mama," inner. Now he felt very close to his mother, who was not his real mother. He felt this moment, sad, sorry, felt what he felt.

He tried to communicate through his watch to his mother. Of course, after he passed through the crowd of his friends who were mocking him with their heads down and tears that had flowed.

He called repeatedly, but was not picked up by his mother.

This time, he was hurt at his own school. All this time he felt safe, comfortable, dear, flattered for his cleverness. Admired friends.

He stood up, trying to take a swing, was about to take a thousand steps but suddenly the bell had rung. And of course the school gate was closed tightly by the security guard.

But Nawal kept trying his hardest, running as hard as he could, hoping there was still a chance. He does not want any more regrets in his life.

But, baby, it's too late. The school gate was already locked by a security guard. And the security guard who saw him stop immediately after running could only shake his head. And hinted for Nawal to immediately enter the classroom.

Nawal was not a tall, well-built child who could climb the gate. Nawal was not the one who had the super power to break through that high-piercing iron gate.

No. gabe. He was a kid. Still the same age as a Kindergarten child, although thinking is very mature.

With a heavy heart, Nawal walked slowly. Trying to organize his now wounded heart. With a cry that he was unable to pour out at this moment. He tried to keep walking even slowly until he entered his class.

"First, where have you been? You are fifteen minutes late" said a teacher after Nawal arrived at the door with his head still bowed.

Seeing the silence of the Newsletter made the teacher confused. He tried to find out and ask back.

"Where are you from?" ask the male teacher.

Nawal was still silent, there was no plan to answer.

"Stand in front of the class!" tell the teacher firmly.