Our Story is Not Over

CHAPTER 6

It was late at night, but Bunga was able to close his eyes. The agenda that would be done the day after tomorrow made him unable to sleep, because he could not go to the zoo. When looking next to the Flower saw the Mother had fallen asleep with. Her hands were stretched out to touch her mother's cheeks.

O Allah, ask my Mother for money so that one day I can take me to the zoo.

After touching the cheek of his mother, Bunga immediately kissed his mother. "Bunga dear to Mother." And after that the flower also justifies the blanket of the bunda.

"Good sleep, Mother. May the future of Mother's windfall be abundant" said Bunga before closing his eyes to sleep.

Asha, who had never fallen asleep, could only endure the pain of her heart that felt like it was being sliced. In her closed eyes, her tears just poured down her cheeks. And this is one of the reasons Asha stayed, even though it felt very tiring.

Flowers ... forgive Mother, dear. You should never have felt this kind of suffering if Mother had not left your father. Really at that time Mother does not know if you are already in the belly of the mother.

Asha grew more and more unwilling as she held back her cries. He felt that failure could not give his son a life like that. Since Bunga had not been able to sleep, he could hear the sounds of his mother. He quickly looked to the side.

"Mother .... Mother why? Mother's nightmare?" Bunga tried to wake her mother because he thought that the mother was currently having a nightmare.

Asha who was unable to immediately get up to hug the Flower tightly. In her arms, Asha broke her cries, leaving Bunga confused.

"Mother why? Mother's a nightmare, huh? Budapin flowers drink first for Mother huh?"

Asha grinded slowly and held back the cat's body from letting go of her embrace. Right now Asha desperately needed a hug from Bunga for her heart to calm down a little.

"Flower don't go anywhere. Hugged Mother B for a moment. Mother is very afraid, dear," Asha said with a sigh.

Bunga is increasingly convinced that his mother has just had a nightmare so she is very scared and does not want to be left behind.

"Mother ... Mother is now nothing. Flowers are here for Mother." That tiny little hand immediately stroked Asha's back, truly Asha was speechless. Never ceasing Asha always grateful for having been given a child like a very understanding Flower. Even the mind of Flowers had matured prematurely. Perhaps because the Flowers were already immune to the life they had been living all this time.

"Machines .... " It feels like Asha can't stop crying, especially when getting the elusan from the tiny hand.

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The mentari has turned up. Golden glare had entered into the fentilating cracks of the room windows. The sound of chickens and birds unpretentious as if they were shouting if it was morning time to move again.

The child and mother are currently waking up late because last night they both could not sleep and in the end the stomach of the hungry Flower. Inevitably Asha got up from the top of the bed and and immediately cooked fried rice, because there were no vegetables left. Only food is tormented. Fortunately, flowers are not picky children in food. What he's eating. If there is none, the Flower can only pray that tomorrow God will give her what she wants.

Slowly the eyes of the flower blinked. He saw the Mother was still beside him, even though the clockwork had shown at 07:00 in the morning. That meant that at the moment he and his mother were too awake.

"Mother, wake! It turns out that it is noon now, Mother," whined Flowers when waking her mother.

Asha squirmed softly before she opened her eyes. Due to the drowsiness that was still attacking, Asha opened her eyes while giving a small yawn.

"Mother, we're up late. Look at that at 7."

Instantly Asha jumped out of bed when she just saw the clock that was pointing at seven in the morning.

"Gosh, baby!" asha cried with panic. He can even wake up late, where to prepare provisions for flowers again.

"Honey, you take a shower and get ready for school, yeah. Mother wants to prepare your provisions, first!" Not wanting to waste her time, Asha immediately ran to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and provisions for Flowers.

Almost thirty minutes, finally breakfast and supplies for Flowers were ready. Even the flowers were ready to wait for breakfast since then.

"Honey, Mommy is really sorry for the bad luck. Quickly eat, let Mother take you to school!" asha's orders.

"Good, Mother." Submissively, Bunga immediately ate the breakfast her Mother had prepared. Every morning it is mandatory for Bunga to have breakfast first before leaving for school.

Because from the beginning it was too late to wake up, until school was also almost late. Just turning off her motorbike, Asha sees a car coming out of the schoolyard of Kindergarten. Inwardly wondering about who the owner of a luxury car who suddenly came to his son's Kindergarten school. Asha can only guess maybe it was a guest from the school, considering all the teachers at the school were on average only using the motorbike.

"Good morning, Miss. Sorry Bunga late," said Asha when delivering Bunga to the front of her class.

"Good morning too Mother. Good morning Flowers too. Its alright. Ayi, here's the Flower!" The Miss who taught directly waved her hand at the Flower.

"Mother Flowers, wait!" The Miss named Queen stopped Asha's steps.

"Yes, Miss. What's up?"

"That's .. I want to say that the day after tomorrow's agenda is already funded, so parents don't have to pay anymore."

Asha felt very surprised by Miss Queen's words. He doesn't know the broad agenda.

"Sorry Miss, what is the agenda? How I don't know."

"Ah that .. the day after school is willing to hold a refreshing to the zoo. A few fingers ago we had sent out a meeting invitation to the elderly. But unfortunately, Mother yesterday did not come, so maybe missed a little information," explained Miss Queen.

"Invitation?" great-grandson Asha. "But I didn't get an invitation, Miss."

"Ah, maybe the Flower forgot not to give the same Mother. But thankfully, all the costs of the agenda are already funded, so we just leave."

Jeez ... Bunga .. are you doing this on purpose, son? inner Asha who can guess if the Flower does not forget, but deliberately does not give the invitation. Surely if asked Bunga would say if he did not want to trouble his Mother. The long breath sounds so heavy.

"Oh yes Miss, thank you for the information. For the future if there is something, please let me know via WhatsApp message Sometimes Bunga forget to convey to me," pinta Asha.

"Oh yes, Mother. Next time I'll call you via WhatsApp."