Pasung Tuan Muda's

86. I'm Not Ashamed of Being a Part II Widow

The sweet smile of a little girl was being thrown at me, an unfamiliar face with a double braid over her hair as if decorating that pretty and cute face. However, from just now on he was just watching, not saying at all, and flinching without a sound.

Feeling very curious, I tried to take off Anissa's embrace and focused on looking intently at the cute girl. As soon as the center of the net destination threw out a small smile, his expression also changed like one who had known me for a long time. Right in the doorway, Anissa looked back at the friend who was wearing a school uniform and carrying a notebook in her hand.

“Mama, recognize this Ziva,” said Anissa spontaneously.

With a single blind flick, I also took a small breath while neutralizing. “Nissa, is he your best friend? How come my mom never saw it?”

“Hmmm .. obviously Mama never saw him, because he is Nissa's new best friend who is now very loyal to pick up and take Nissa to school,” chirps daughter just my way.

“Wah .. You are so good, Ziva. Here, auntie wants to see your face up close,” tell me to try familiar with him.

Apparently the interlocutor understood my words through the two neutrals, he walked quickly and hugged the white notebook. However, every nether was staring hard, a face was clearly visible and brought themselves to meet someone who was not foreign. However, from then on I just stared and did not turn away.

“Tante Marissa,” said softly.

“I-iya, that is my name. You-you, you know me? Have we ever met, or—“

“Mama .. if you ask one-on-one, how would you answer if Mama wholesale that,” concluded Anissa on the right.

Hearing that remark, I scratched my head in embarrassment. Then I said, “Son, your face is not foreign to me.”

“Really, Auntie? I also like to often meet with Auntie, but forget where.”

“Wait-wait .. You have to drink warm tea made by Nissa, please sit down first and we talk in a calm situation. Okay ...,” sambar Anissa instantaneously.

The words of the princess do have a point, because from now on I always attack with various questions. As a result of excessive embarrassment, we also sat on the sofa as a makeshift. While in the front position, Ziva placed his writing book on the table.

It seems that the house is very clean, the smell of lemon spread throughout the room. In fact, for almost two weeks I was not at home and cleaned it up. While on the table, there has been a pile of books and very good sketch drawings. However, I did not know that Anissa had always liked to draw.

All I know is, Anissa just enjoys listening to Islamic songs and is busy with her diary. Out of curiosity, I picked up the piece of paper and stared intently. From the picture, there is a very neat pencil stroke, depicting two families blending happily.

Without feeling it, my tears trickled down and glued to the center of the gaze. Semetara Risma, watching since earlier on his bench.

“Mbak, are you crying?” tanyakanya.

“Ah, eng-not. I'm not crying, Ris.” Using both hands, I shed those tears that came out so hard.

“Tante why? Is the picture ugly?” tanya Ziva snatched the speech.

“Eng-nothing, this picture is great. Did you make it?” my many.

“I-iya, Tan, I drew. But who gave Anissa the color earlier,” the answer is very soft.

Before long, I put the picture right in front of my position. From behind the white curtains, the little girl came carrying a tray. He's Anissa, the kid I raised by betting my life was on standby to give me some warm tea this afternoon.

“Don't be on serious talk ... come, we drink first ...,” said Anissa with great pleasure.

“Involuntarily, if you come definitely make your own in the kitchen, do not need me to make it. He-he-he ..” Seen from the princess's face, she was very happy to be friends with Ziva.

For as long as I know, Anissa closed her friendship to anyone. Never mind a man, even a woman does not want to be good friends. As a result of poverty in this life, taught him to be a conscious child, if he has a different destiny than his friends.

Although friends do not see it all, but sometimes, a friend joking is so outrageous that it offends the economy of others without realizing it.

“Nak Ziva, come on, eat a lot. Aunty already bought it in the same market Aunty Risma,” said me.

“Iya, Ziva, just spend it. Later if you want to add let Aunt buy again,” sambar Risma on the left side.

“Ah, Aunt .. make Ziva gerogi aja. Without being told, Ziva will spend everything.” Accompanied by a casual laugh, the two girls looked very innocent and innocent.

Lord ... thank you for saying. Because, you have made the servant child happy and can laugh freely, not just confine himself in the room with his tears. Your greatness makes the servant ashamed, that what the servant did could not atone for the sins of the separation that occurred in the past.

Risma looked at my face very surprised, maybe because I was always sad and just moody. Cheerfully made. Or indeed this happy created once in a lifetime.

“Mbak, why silence? It's a beautiful moment, don't waste it. Smile and forget the past. See Anissa, can be happy to see her mom come home, and have a new friend.” With a slight whisper, Risma put her mouth on my earlobe.

Without replying, I nodded twice, shedding tears. Before long, someone came knocking on the door.

“Assalammualikum ..” said.

“Wa’alaikumsallam ..” answer us in unison.

“Bi Ira, really, just got home? Where to from?” my many.

“Sorry, Nyah, I bought this for a while. By-by from the village, my family sends greetings with Nyonyah,” he said very excited.

“Mari, Bi, we eat together,” take Anissa.

“Daddy, really, auntie wasn't told when she came home? So feel bad, because it has left Nyonyah in a state of pain.”

“That's okay, Bi, said the doctor's itinerary home is tomorrow. However, because things have improved, I want to go home because I miss you guys. Oh, yeah, what about Auntie's kid in the village?”

“Si Mama, if you ask habits. Don't buy, dong, one-on-one nanyanya,” said Anissa a little nagging.

“He-he-he .. yes, wrong mom. Bi, here we join.” After saying that, we sat three in a row position.

The faces that I missed the most were present, but from that moment on the soul felt very lacking. After all, Revan is the ex-husband I once loved. The presence of a man, may be able to give a new color in this world. But what can be done, everything that happens cannot be played back.

Nissa .. forgive Mama who can't give you a father in this world.

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