Our Story is Not Over
CHAPTER 2
Asha felt very surprised when she saw her daughter coming home with wounds on her hands and feet.
"Goodbye .. Flowers. What's the matter, son?" asked the extremely panicked Asha as Bunga walked into the house in limp.
"Flower falls, Bun." Flowers are trying to hide the truth if she has just been dragged by a car. If the Flower says what is really happening, it will surely only add to the burden of the mind of the Mother.
"Why can it fall? Where are you falling? Mother has been looking for you everywhere, but you are not there. Where are you playing, Bunga? Mother has never said do not play too far, especially the rainy season like this!" Omel Asha, the Flower.
"Sorry Mother, Flowers have made Mother very worried. Flowers are okay, Mother." Looks like circumstances have made the heart of Flowers strong will be trials that always come.
"Who is doing this?"
"So the Flowers met the kind-hearted Om. Om that ngobatin wounds Flowers and pesenin Flowers ojek. Anyway Om is good, Mother. Mommy should thank that Om."
"Yes. At any time Mother will thank the same Om, but on condition that you do not play far and do not make Mother worry again. Later if there is nothing with you, what about Mother? In this world Mother only has you, dear." Asha has no power to hold back her feelings. He hugged the small body slowly as his hands and feet were injured.
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The long night was over, for the sun had been rising in the eastern horizon. If the gold has stretched wide. The chirping of the birds sounded melodious and earthy. A speck of hope lies in the heart, hoping that today the weather is friendly, after almost a Sunday of rain continues to flutter the hemisphere.
As usual, this morning Bunga was ready with her school uniform. Although Bunga entered pu-kul school 8 am, but pu-kul 7 he had already prepared himself.
"Who, how about a school dress?" Asha was shocked when she saw her daughter was ready with her Kindergarten uniform. Flowers that have been taught independence from an early age by the Mother, now can wear their own clothes.
"You're sick again. Why school? Mother has the same permission as Miss Mely, if today you do not enter school, dear," said Asha again.
"But Flowers want school, Mother. The flower house was bored. Can't play with friends, '" said Bunga.
"But you're still sick, honey. How to have a holiday first, yes," persuaded Asha.
"Yes, the school flower. But Mommy cooks first, yeah."
Since leaving Askara's life, Asha tried various ways to maintain her life. Before Asha gave birth she worked in one of the cake shops. However, after giving birth Asha could not continue her work anymore because there was no one to look after her child. Lucky course from small flowers are not fussy so Asha took the initiative to become a washerman and iron when the age of Flowers is still in a matter of 40 days.
Although the wages of the washer and iron clothes are not much, but thank God can to connect the life of Asha and Flowers, even if you have to open the hole.
Currently Bunga is attending school in one of the closest kindergartens that are not too far away. Flowers will usually be delivered by foot, but not today. Today Flowers between the Mother by riding a motorbike, because the Mother also happens to want to deliver clothes that have been finished in the iron.
After making sure his son entered the class, Asha also intended to directly deliver the clothes that have been ironed. However, when about to turn on his motor a mother from Bunga's friend reprimanded him.
"Lho, the school flower, Bun?" tanyakanya.
"Yes. What's the matter, Mom?" Asha asked in surprise.
"Lho, instead of the flower abis sash a car at the intersection of three yesterday, Bun."
"Huh? Why didn't Bunga tell you that car clasping? He just said he said abis fell." Asha was very surprised at what she had just heard.
"Maybe Bunga is afraid of being scolded by his mother" chirped his interlocutor.
Asha only shook her head, because all this time she had never scolded Flowers. As much as possible Asha held back her anger if in a state of anger. He never vent his emotions to the Flower. But I don't know what the little boy was thinking so that it covered up a truth.
"But fortunately I was responsible and immediately took Bunga to the nearest hospital. Thank goodness that Bunga is okay," concluded the woman who later left Asha because she wanted to deliver her child into class.
Jeez Bunga .. Why did you hide this from Mother, son? Mother will not anger you.
Now Asha's mind is increasingly unsettled and chose to undo his intention to deliver the clothes to his customers. Asha chose to wait for the Flower, to make sure that her child was okay.
...~BERCONNECT~...
