Princess Surgaku Khaula

My hunch

We still have a vacation in one more day. This morning we walked with Grandpa and Grandma along the village that is still so beautiful, not many vehicles passing by.

Suddenly my eldest daughter bled out from my nose, and it shocked me and panicked.

"It's okay Mah, I'm just hot in maybe. My friends are often like this." Say it so I don't worry.

I cleaned his blood, I don't know why there was a whack as if to say that everything was not okay. Arriving at my eldest grandmother's house immediately took a picture book with his pencil and crayon. He was so happy to draw something as usual. I let him finish his drawing without wanting to disturb his concentration.

I distract myself by finding where my flower is. I called to not answer. When I asked Mom, she said she was coming with her dad and grandpa went fishing.

I looked back at my forefinger from a distance. I don't know what this feeling is, I get so bitter when I look at it. It was like something, but what?

"What is drawing?" My toot.

"Mama, Papah and Sister." Answer's short.

"Why Brother doesn't exist." Ask wonder.

"So I see from a distance Mah." Reply daughter.

"Where could that be? brother should be in the picture too." My speech.

"Sister just wants to pay attention from far away Mah. Later want Brother to display in the middle room huh Mah. This is my brother's work. Good, isn't it, mah?" He said while showing his work.

"Oh yes Ma, I have a friend here, his name is Rita. I asked Papah to cut my pocket money and then buy books and stationery for Rita and her friends but if my pocket money is intact just buy it all and then share it for the next village, every time I pass the village, I always cross paths with children who wear shabby clothes. At school there was Grandpa selling chicken noodles and Grandma selling cassava chips that I always buy merchandise. Mah, when did Mamah same Papah wholesale their merchandise, because the Grandmother had to pay for her sick grandson and Grandpa only lived alone." Daughter explained.

I don't know why, instead of being happy my heart even felt slashed.

"Why baby? why don't you buy them new clothes yourself? book books, stationery and buying merchandise?" Ask wonder.

"Not Mah, Mamah just like Papah. No need to buy mah clothes, my clothes are still good and worth wearing. You can collect and give it to them." Say again.

"Then how are you? if your clothes were given to them, what would you wear?" My toot.

He just smiled and continued to finish the picture. I just kept quiet beside him. My heart suddenly did not calm down.

"Well, did I ever trouble Mom?" He asked me.

"Never a son." Answer's short.

"I'm sorry Mah, thank you for taking care of me. Never scolded me like Mmmamah my other friend, mamah gave me proper clothes, nutritious food. May Allah repay the kindness of mamah and papah, aamiin." He said as he rested his head on my lap, I stroked his curly hair to sleep.

I looked at his face, the more I looked at this heart.

"Hope nothing bad happens to you, son, may you always be healthy wherever you are. I hope my hunch is wrong. I love you so much. You are the biggest reason behind his life the love between Mamah and Papah. Because of you, mamah began to try to learn new things, making a determination. Mamah has now won Papah's love. However, why is this heart so twisted when it looks at you?