Papa To Kirana

Chapter 70 Baby Boy

“Good morning, my little girl, ” my broom while poking my head at Kirana's bedroom door.

The owner of the room was sitting on the bed, his face down looking at the picture book on his lap. His gaze was empty with his face bent.

I, carrying a tray of bread and a glass of milk, walked up to Kirana and placed the tray on the nightstand.

“Why didn't you eat breakfast, Kirana? Are you not hungry? Papa brought bread, did you eat it? Later Kirana can get sick if late eating.”

It seems that all my words were not heard by Kirana. Maybe he doesn't even think I exist. Kirana remained silent.

“Kirana finished drawing? Can Papa see?”

My hand stuck out intending to take the picture book that was in front of Kirana, but as fast as lightning it was held tightly by its owner.

I took a breath for a moment. Sitting on the edge of the mattress to straighten the view with Kirana. Slowly pulling Kirana's chin for her to look me in the face.

“Did Kirana have any problems at school? Tell Papa, Son!”

“All my friends say, if I don't look like Papa or Mama. They said I was an adopted child.”

The reminiscent water at the end of Kirana's eyes, was now sliding down her cheek.

“What's the adoption, Pa?”

As I was overwhelmed by Kirana's question, my eyes caught the book not far from the bed. Book titled ‘Children's Duck That Bad Appearance.’

As if someone had turned on a light in the brain, I came up with an idea and grabbed the book.

“Kirana, have you read this book?” ask me while showing the fairy tale book in hand.

Kirana wiped her tears, and nodded.

I read the book in front of Kirana. The story is about a duckling who was born different from his brother. Because it is considered ugly, the duckling is abandoned by the mother.

The duckling was sad, but then he met a kind-hearted mother goose. Then the mother goose takes care of and considers the duckling as her own child.

And in the end, the duckling is no longer sad because he feels special with the mother goose.

I closed the book, for a moment looking at Kirana's expression. His face was still sluggish.

“Nah, the duckling in the book is the adopted son of the goose mother. Although not born from a mother goose, but a mother goose takes care and loves a child duck.”

“So, I'm Papa's adopted son or not?” ask Kirana lirih.

“You are an adopted child, a stepchild, or a biological child, most importantly Papa dear Kirana. Papa will always be there for Kirana. Papa to Kirana.”

I stroked Kirana's hair, smiling for her to smile as well. But Kirana threw away her face, not looking at me.

Unable to be held back, Kirana cried out. She spilled all her sadness in front of me who immediately hugged her.

“Kirana, don't listen to them! Now Papa is busy decorating the room for a baby sister, but that does not mean Papa does not love Kirana anymore,” said I still with a soft tone.

My hands wiped Kirana's wet cheeks. The little girl was still as excited and still did not want to look at me.

“Lying! Papa lied! Papa loves baby sister more, right? I'm just an adopted child,” Kirana said in a raucous voice.

“Papa apologized, all this time Papa was less able to share time with Kirana. Then, how about we learn swimming again?”

“Papa no longer love Kirana!” exciting Kirana.

“Kirana, Papa loves you, Son,” I said as I hugged her, but Kirana brushed my hand away.

“I hate Papa. I hate baby sisters. Papa is more affectionate to the baby sister,” Kirana's crying is getting divorced.

With puffy eyes and lips curling down, Kirana flicked the blanket, got off the bed, I called out to her but Kirana came out of the room slamming the door.

I can only sigh. Then I found a picture book that fell to the floor. I grabbed Kirana's picture book and opened the last page.

There is a picture of one man, one woman and one baby huddling together and smiling. But some distance away from the picture of the three people, there was one picture of a girl who looked moody and Kirana wrote her own name under the picture of the girl.

 

 

The gender-reveal party event that Alexa and I had planned made Kirana even more misunderstood. Every day he deliberately kept his distance from me, spending more time in the room.

Alexa and I are getting more worried, even though we have tried to explain but there are no results.

This is the first time Kirana and I have had such a relationship.

Especially when the party starts, Kirana just sits lethargic in the corner looking at everyone more attentive to Alexa and her baby.

I set foot to get close to Kirana, sitting next to the boy who was holding the ball.

“Kirana, want to play? Why hold the ball?”

Kirana is not pinched. The four-year-old boy looked straight at Alexa.

“Kirana, soon the show will start. About a baby boy or girl? If it's a girl, Kirana will have a playmate if it's a boy... “

“ If it's a boy, Papa will be more affectionate with baby sister right?” cut off Kirana who is now breathing up and down.

“Not. If it's a boy, Kirana will have someone to protect Kirana.”

“He's a baby brother. Where can protect me,” sneer Kirana.

I saw Kirana's hand gripping the ball very firmly. Until the fingertips are white.

I didn't stay still, I hugged Kirana's shoulder, then stroked her. But it doesn't have any effect. Because in fact Kirana still mengambek.

The party has not started yet because there is one person who has not been present, namely Kak Mirza. However, after fifteen minutes, the expected person arrived.

Brother Mirza came in a blue dongker suit that was a little wet. He apologized for the heavy rain outside and there was a road closure. So he had to turn around.

“You're wet, honey. Just leave! Later you can catch a cold,” said Alea Kak who as a wife is very considerate.

“Iya, Brother. If necessary you can borrow his clothes Balin first,” Alexa chimed.

“Not necessary. Only his suit is wet. I'll just take off, yeah?”

Then the show started, but my attention focused on Kirana sitting alone as everyone had fun guessing the gender of my future son.

Until Alexa elbowed me which made me realize it was time to cut the cake.

My hand was holding Alexa's hand which was holding a knife. The two of us together cut a white chocolate-coated cake, which was noticed by everyone. Except Kirana.

The sound of cheering clashed with happy screeches as the pieces of the cake lifted up revealing a blue color.

“Laki-male? Our boy?” I said between happy and surprised.

Alexa put on a smile while nodding, and I immediately hugged her. However, just then from Alexa's shoulder, I saw Kirana crying and went upstairs.

I ran to break up the crowd of people who were rejoicing. He tried to get to Kirana, but she had run hard to her room.

“Kirana... Kirana...” I shouted calling her name from under the stairs.

Alexa also approached and stroked my shoulders to calm down, “Let me talk to Kirana.”

“Well, Balin, your son. Now who do you want to call him? have you guys prepared names? ” asked Nick to distract me.

“Not yet,” said I was still down.

“Then from now on we can call your children with a funny name. What about?” said Sister Lily tapping her index finger to her chin.

“Boy,” I said briefly.

I stroked Alexa's stomach and landed a kiss there, “From now on Papa will call you, Boy.”