My son, not my son

Chapter 53. Laughing

"begin! Nawal!"

There was the sound of Fiya's screams breaking up the quiet room. The dawn light greeted that morning. Disconnect the soft purple curtain that adorns the minimalist room window.

The clock on the wall ticking indicates it is still morning. It was still six o'clock, but the sun had already appeared beginning the morning. Smiling greets the human beings on this earth.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" ask husband. He also jerked from his deep sleep as a result of hearing the screams of the wife.

Seen to the side. His wife is still asleep. Eyes closed. Something is strange. The woman's tears fell down the corner of her eyes.

"Honey," call Arion softly. He also sat next to his wife. He rubbed the wife's cheek wet with those tears.

Slowly he patted her on the shoulder.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" tanyanya gently.

"begin! Nawal!" pekik Fiya again. He nodded and suddenly sat down.

Arion was confused by his wife. So many questions he tried to keep in his mind.

"Sister," he called out while sobbing.

"Yes, dear," said Arion softly.

"Nawal, brother. Nawal Crash" he said while crying. "He ... he....."

His shoulders were shaking violently. Arion could not see his wife. It felt like his heart was slashed to see his wife cry like that.

Arion immediately grabbed onto Fiya and carried him into his arms. He tried to calm Nawal down. He gave comfort and peace to his little wife. That nagging wife. That cherry wife.

Arion is hurt by Fiya's condition now. Usually it is the voice of Fiya and Nawal that brings a commotion in this house. The commotion that became a memory that Arion could never forget. Same with Fiya.

"Try to calm down. Take a slow breath and let it out" Arion said patiently. And of course with his gentleness.

After a while, he broke his embrace from his wife. He rubbed back the cheek of the wife who was wet again, mixed with sweat.

"Our son is fine, baby. Maybe he's getting ready now."

"Sister mean?" ask Fiya. He frowned.

"Yes. Nawal is fine. He wasn't in an accident. You're dreaming huh?"

"I dream?" Fiya asked. He has not realized himself dreaming or the events in the dream are indeed real.

"Yes, honey. You seem to be dreaming."

"So, I didn't have an accident? Is your mom okay too? Nawal is good too? And the Viral Nawal news doesn't exist?" Question Fiya streak. Until Arion doesn't know what to answer.

"How much do you know?" arion said astonished.

"Are you all dreaming?" ask Arion again. He really wanted to know what happened to his wife. His curiosity also culminated in hearing the collapse of the dream that Fiya had just mentioned.

Fiya. He thought for a moment. Trying to digest everything.

"So, I was just a dream? This much?" inner asked.

"Darling.." call Arion.

"Yes, brother." Fiya denied it directly. Fear of the husband getting worried.

"I dream, brother. I dream mama's sick, Nawal's an accident and I'm an accident. And that made all those accidents because Nawal and I had heard some more viral news about Nawal who was not a real child. I thought and Nawal thought and we had an accident."

Fiya explained at length times wide.

"Mama also hurt my mind because of an accident and my leg had to be amputated. I was paralyzed in that dream. My feet are rotting, brother," said Fiya. He imagined all of this to be horrified by himself.

"Dan .... Nawal was also in an accident. Very bad. It's so scary to dream, brother," she said again.

"Somely dreams. You don't pray before you go to sleep" seduced the husband. He wants to melt the atmosphere. Relaxing the feelings of Fiya who had been tense.

"Handling, darling. Don't pout. Tar is sweet," said Arion again. The more tempting his wife. Making the hue on Fiya's cheeks more reddened like a ripe tomato, ready to harvest and sell.

"Based on a mick," said Fiya. He pinched the waist of the husband.

"Gombal, baby."

"Same aja. The letter doang."

"Well, women are always right. Never accept if protested even a minute.."

"Yes dong. I have done nothing wrong. I'm a good boy."

"He's a good boy" concluded Arion. He cooed Fiya's minimalist nose slowly.

Chequelek

"Well, don't you work?"

The voice of the little boy they just didn't listen to because it was so exciting this sunny morning.

Fiya felt grateful, that all the bad events that happened lately, turned out to be just a dream in his long sleep. He is happy people - people he loves, are near him and in good condition.

Especially Nawal. But he was not satisfied until he saw for himself the form of his little daughter.

"Sir, what time is it?"

"What time is it... Hmmm....."

Arion pretends to walk through the room looking for where the clock is. He had already memorized the location of the clock.

"Hour seven. Mama's not working?"

There was the sound of a little boy who had wanted to see Fiya in person.

Sontak Fiya and Arion simultaneously turned to the source of the voice.

"Let's go" cried the mother. But Arion just smiled looking at the princess who was neat with her school uniform.

"Thank God, my daughter is fine" Fiya said in her heart. The beautiful sight before his eyes made him stupefied. Increasingly convinced himself that all the bad that happened just now was just a nightmare.

He looked at Nawal, in his view from top to bottom. Inch by inch he looked at the body carefully. None is lacking. None of it is awkward.

Fiya stretched out his arms, hinting at Nawal to embrace him.

"Ih, lebay," grinned Nawal in his mind.

"Mama why? Early in the morning for a hug?" he asked in his heart, confused.

His entire life, never written in the history of Fiya wanted to hug him in the morning like this.

"Mama's happy you're okay, baby," Inner Fiya. But Nawal could not hear it. For some reason, Nawal could not hear the voice of the mother's heart. He's also confused. In fact he wondered, from where he could read the minds of others. But my mother could not. An oddity that he has not been able to solve until now.

"No hug hug," said Nawal quickly. "My shirt is a mess" she said again. He took a few steps back, avoiding both the mother and the father.

"Let's go to school. Mom and Dad continued. Laughs laughing. Let's have a late mama," said Nawal.

"Are you happy mama's late?" fiya protested.

"Who told mama to play spoiled with papa. Like a little boy," ledek Nawal again.

Although he sneered, protesting the interaction between papa and his mother, but honestly he was happy. Never once did he see his mother and father fighting. And he's happy about it. He hopes his presence gives a gift that they will never forget as a person who has contributed to him. Who raised him, even though he was not their son.

Nawal left his mother and father after touching them in turn.

Nadim had been waiting for him at the end of the road. And Nawal didn't want his mom or his dad to know that. Let them know by themselves.