Rosie Sanders!
Mylo The Perasa
Rosy walked into the house with uninspired steps. Sania's words were able to tease the calm side of her life all along. Never thought by her, if one day, need to bring her two children together with her ex-husband. Everything outside of his thought, was unimaginable. Rosy wasn't ready.
clique
Rosy flinched when she found the living room lights on suddenly.
"Mylo..? why are you not sleeping at this hour?!" without Rosy realizing it, if the tone of her voice slightly rose from a normal octave. The effects of stress make him often out of control, for that is why, Rosy always confine herself in the room if you are experiencing stress. The bipolar she suffered from sometimes made the soft side in her yawn somewhere.
Mylo looked at the mother's face with an unread look. There's a cloudy hang in the upper corner of his iris eye.
"I just want to make sure my mom gets home at what time. Outside the rain, the road came back here deserted and far from the residential area. I'm afraid something bad happened. Mama take a shower, I'll heat up the food in the microwave. Maria must be sleeping well by now." Rosy's tears shed for a moment. Looking at the small back that was walking excitedly towards the kitchen, made her heart full of pain.
Mylo always showed a tough face and was fine, even when he was injured. With a slow step, Rosy headed for the kitchen. At his sight was an innocent mortal that he had accidentally snapped just now. He's heating up dinner for him. A small body with no height how hard it is trying to tiptoe on a short plastic chair to reach the height of the microwave location.
Mylo turned around and was shocked to see her mother was right in front of her.
"Why don't you take a shower, it still takes 20 minutes to heat up." Unable to bear it anymore, Rosy hugged the small body with an unstoppable cry. Rosy's shoulders shook violently on the child's chest. Mylo's height almost equaled his height because the child was standing on a chair.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Rosy's voice resembled a small whisper. Many words that want to be spoken, but stuck in his esophagus. His chest was like a vacuum, empty and tight.
"Mama was not wrong, I should have been an obedient child. Mama doesn't like to see me staying up late, because it's not good for my health, is it? So don't apologize, mama is a great woman for me and Mishy. Never cry again, I'm sorry Mylo hasn't been a good boy." The child's soft words, like the tip of a knife that slices through Rosy's heart. The gentle rubbing of Mylo's tiny hand was able to make her heart warm and serene.
It was as if all the burdens of his mind were just like that.
At the end of the stairs, there were round eyes that tried hard to keep her tears from coming out. Intentions want to welcome the arrival of the mother, even in a treat right by the unusual scenery in the corner of the kitchen of his house.
Misy took her small steps back to her room upstairs. During this time Mishy showed his indifferent side so that Mylo could be more independent and stronger than him. But the nature of the harboring and taste of the brother like her is ingrained. No matter how hard Mishy tried to create his strong side, but still shed also when he saw his two favorite people, were in a phase far from being okay.
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Rosy sat curled up in her favorite chair on the balcony of the room. Looking at the endless night. A flash of the shadow of the child's face again hit the side of his heart hard. Mylo the sensitive child, no matter how small one's anger, would be able to catch him easily. What more if it looks so real in front of his eyes.
flashbacks
Rosy fell silent after reading the results of her health report. Some time ago, the self came to the friend to complain about him who later became easily provoked emotions. After a series of tests, Rosy looks like she was diagnosed with bipolar. "This is not true.how can, I am even able to control my emotions well. I've never shown the explosive emotional side of any situation." Rosy's protest hit the paper sheet for her psychic health test.
"That's one of the causes of your illness, Rosy! Be aware, you always seem indifferent to the problems you face. And behind it all, you try hard to finish it alone with your way. Did you realize anything? lately you've been talking with a little bit of a higher intonation than usual, if you're upset and depressed. It's not good to let it drag on. You're gonna have to take a series of health tests from me. I'd recommend a proper psychiatrist to deal with you."
"I'm not crazy, Sania!" Rosy gasped to herself hearing the tone of her voice, while Sania could only let out a long sigh. Rosy continues to deny reality, despite being aware it will worsen her condition.
"You see? you just snapped at me, Rosy! Holy hooch! My husband never raised his voice on me. Hoe? Who are you, madam?" Ledek Sania sneered at Rosy's stubbornness.
"I still don't want to do it. Bipolar isn't a deadly disease, and I don't have to do anything as silly as your advice." Reject Rosy stick to his stance.
"This stubbornness will make you lose the empathy of your children, Rosy! They'll start to stay away from you out of fear. So my advice is, seek treatment.you need help other than the power of God."
the flashback end
Sania's final sentence is undeniable until now he is still ignored right. And now he began to feel another different effect within himself. His emotions are often uncontrollable. That's why she just came home after her meeting with Sania this afternoon. Rosy shuts herself up in her private room at the boutique. The castle is half an hour from the city. About 10 minutes from the nearest village. It was only natural that Mylo was worried, considering that it was raining heavily outside with a slight gale.
But what he did instead jerked his voice even though he accidentally. Recalling that innocent face looking at him lovingly and attentively, Rosy felt very sinful.
"I'm sorry Mylo mom never hated you, you're my mom's greatest little guy, your mom's pride anytime." Lirih. Rosy biting her lips held back the cry, though no one would hear her voice. But Rosy does not want his weak side sticking out.
Mylo stared at the mother from behind the curtains of her room. Mylo's room is at the very end on the west side of the castle. Where the balcony of her room facing exactly towards the balcony of the mother's room. Although from a long distance, but Mylo sure, if his mother is crying now.
"I won't let you cry anymore ma, mama is my life. Hold on longer, I can't lose you as well as Mishy." Mylo closed the curtains and walked slowly to the bed.
A child as small as Mylo, but has kept many secrets that are also the secrets of the mother. Both of them are masters in terms of keeping a big secret.
After wiping his tears, Mylo closed both eyes even though it was difficult. He does not want to wake up late, give a good impression and please the mother is the purpose of his life. It doesn't matter if it has to hit its own age level. Whatever he would do for the great woman, who brought her and her sister into the world in a great way. Her mother was a noble hearted woman, but her mother was still an ordinary man. There are limits that cannot be broken even though they have tried very hard.
