Our Story is Not Over

CHAPTER 12

Since it was late afternoon, Bunga decided to go home because he did not want his mother to bother herself to straddle his clothes.

"Sin, I'm home, yeah!" bunga said after finishing packing Sinta's toys.

"Yes. Be careful on the road! Don't let the car shake again" Sinta said.

"Yes." Yeah." Flowers immediately left Sinta's house and walked slowly. Because he had been hit by a car, he was a little afraid when he saw a passing car. Though the passing car drove very slowly, because it knew if it was passing through the residential area.

Tinn ... Tinn ... Tinn

The sound of the horn made Flowers surprised and immediately marginalized to the side of the road, because so afraid he would be dragged again. However, when the car was parallel to the steps of Flowers, the car stopped and the car glass was opened.

The flower that kept observing felt familiar when it saw who was in the car. "Om Kara," he murmured.

Without a word, Askara's hand waved at Bunga. Even Askara immediately opened the car door and gave a signal for Flowers to approach.

With a plan, Bunga approached the car door that had been opened by Askara.

"Where are you from?" ask Askara when the flower has approached.

"From the house of temen, Om."

"Om queueing home?" bargain Askara.

"Can Om Kara already know that the car can not get into the street complex, Om!" Flowers remind Askara that the alleyway to get into his house cannot be passed by car.

"Oh yes, I forgot. Yes Om queue using a motor, huh? But Om take the bike first. The house behind this complex. Get up here!"

The flower still hasn't moved because she's still a star whether or not she's going with Askara. Though the distance of his house with the Sinta house is not far, only different alleys.

"You don't have to think most of it. It's not a bad guy. Come aboard!" assertive Aksara to convince Flowers.

With heavy breathing, Bunga decided to get into Askara's car. "But don't be long, Om! It's late afternoon. It's time to lift the clothesline," said Bunga.

"Do you like helping your mother?" Aksara is increasingly interested in Flowers that always think of the Mother.

"Yes, Om. Poor Mother no one helps," replied the flower as it is.

"Where is your father?"

"But what?" Askara is increasingly curious about the story of Flowers. If only he and Asha were still together and blessed with children, maybe the child would be the same age as Bunga, especially when he saw the face of Bunga it felt like Askara was looking at Asha. That is why askara is interested when meeting Flowers.

"But many people say that the flower has no father. Said the bastard child flower."

Hearing the confession of Bunga, Askara's heart was filled. In a young age, the flower has to face the bully of the people around it. It must not be easy to deal with that bully. For a moment, Askara was silent. I don't know what would happen if Asha gave birth to a child without her. Will her fate be the same as the Flower?

"You don't have to think about what people are saying. It is enough that you listen to the words of your Mother. There are no illegitimate children in this world. All children are equally holy. So if anyone says Bunga an illegitimate child, it means they are stupid and never go to school" Askara entertained.

Before long, Askara's car had entered one of the spacious enough houses. Even as the gate opened, Bunga was amazed by what he saw.

"Well ... Is this Om Kara's house?" Flower Eyes so sparkling when seeing the splendor of Askara house.

"Yes. This is Om's house. Let's go down first!"

Flowers also follow Askara's call to come down. Just wanted to enter the house, the eyes of Bunga saw his mother Sinta was sweeping. "That's Sinta's mother" said Bunga.

Askara's eyes also tailed to see one of the women who was sweeping his yard. "You know him?"

"Yes.Tante Santi was his mother's friend Bunga, Om. Flowers just came home from Sinta's house."

Askara just nodded slowly and immediately invited Flowers to enter the house. "Wah .. it turns out that what love says is true. Om Kara is rich and his house is also like his wife in a fairyland" Bunga said innocently.

Askara only laughed when she heard the Flower babble. Perhaps children the age of Bunga will say the same thing if his house almost resembles a fairy tale palace.

"Bi Sumi!"

Before long the woman called Bi Sumi ran straight towards Askara. "Yes, Sir. What's up?"

But when he saw the figure of the Flower beside Askara, Bi Sumi was very surprised, because the face of the child almost resembles the face of Asha, the wife of his master.

"Who is this, sir? Why similar to—"

"Bi, please accompany Flowers for a moment, yes. I want to change clothes first!" Askara also gave a signal to Bu Sumi not to tell anything to Bunga.

"Good, Sir." Bi Sumi immediately brought Bunga to the kitchen, because he was currently cooking.