Second-Chance Genius Child

AGKK Chapter 23 - Photo Alena

At 5 pm mom finally came home, Mas Haris who drove her directly. Alena has not been allowed to come, because if you go home you will meet a lot of people. Alena is currently restricted from interacting with others.

Because Alena's not coming, so neither am I.

"Later I also want to go home," Alena said after we closed the door and entered.

"really? Even though here the house is very good, different from the house Alena used to be," I replied, Alena has not seen our new house after being renovated, as far as she is also restyled only the terrace and kitchen only. Not built like that.

"Yes, here it is better, cleaner, wider. But ... I don't know either, I just want to go home. Because it is our true home" the boy replied.

Oh God, every time I see Alena acting like this always manages to make me feel full. Sometimes I forget that Alena is 5 years old.

I smiled and aligned our height, I hugged Alena tightly.

"Dear, we'll go home later too. Sorry Mama yes, all this time Mama has not been a good Mama for Alena. I'm so sorry about Alena."

"I also love Mama very much, very dear," Alena replied, she even hugged me tighter as if anxious herself.

Alena and I decided to go to the balcony in this apartment, watching the sun set in a place that felt wider. Not from the hospital window.

Alena was very happy, her eyes kept staring intently at the sun. "That's great, Ma," said Alena.

"Right, dear, that beautiful sight is one of the favors of God. So we must be very grateful" I said, "Whenever we see the beauty of God, what do we say?"

"Subhanallah, eh wrong! God I mean Ma," replied Alena excitedly, her body almost jumped but I hurriedly held it.

"No jumping ah" I said and Alena chuckled.

"Yes Ma, sorry," great-granddaughter Alena and I responded with a tight hug.

"Let's go in, magrib soon," I asked and Alena nodded.

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Until 7 pm mas Haris has not yet returned home, but just went to drive mom. Makes me and Alena so waiting, why until now the man has not arrived at the apartment.

Either my thoughts are too excessive or how, but now my head is filled with mas Haris. Could it be that Mas Haris first met Namira before returning to the apartment? Could it be and could it be.

Drt drt drt the sound of my phone on the nightstand vibrates. I saw that there was an incoming message from Mas Haris.

Either by coincidence or what, a few seconds ago I thought about it and now all of a sudden the message comes in.

If he speaks directly he seems to rarely talk at length like this, but if in a short message, mas Haris seems so attentive.

Her words of wanting to eat alone with mom even managed to make me smile. I'm grateful that Haris treated Alena and my mother well like this.

"Who Ma? Is that a message from Papa?" alena also asked, we still use mukena together, still in the room after the magrib prayer together.

And I haven't been able to answer Alena's question, suddenly my phone in hand again vibrated. But now it is not because there is an incoming message, but a video call.

The deg! My heart immediately beat, this is my first video call with Mas Haris. Even when we were secretaries, we never made video calls like this.

"That's Ma's phone? Why not answer?" ask Alena again and finally make my own nervousness crumble.

"L-yes, dear," I stammered, "Mama will pick up this phone," I also chimed in while hurriedly shifting the sign of receiving the call in the phone.

In an instant our call was connected, I quickly pointed the front camera at Alena's face. "It's Papa" I said in a whisper.

"Father!" call Alena, very enthusiastic when she calls Haris mas like that.

"God, Papa's son is very beautiful to wear such a face," said mas Haris. "Did Alena pray with my mom?" Ask Haris too.

"Yes dong, next time let's pray together. Me, Mama and Papa."

"Oh, sure, but tonight Papa might be home late. Alena's gonna go to bed first, okay?"

"Why is Papa so long?" Alena asked, I saw her face bent.

"Papa is still with Mbah Putri, look at this, Papa is even still in the supermarket," explained mas Haris, I don't see him, I can only listen.

"Change Princess!" Call Alena, after I heard there was also a mother's voice in this phone call.

Maybe about 10 minutes of this call connected, before finally closing with Alena who said hello.

Mas Haris also asked me through a short message to send a photo of Alena while wearing a face like this.

5 photos of Alena I sent and one of them immediately he made his profile picture on WhatsAppp.

Makes my lips smile.

Thank God, I don't know if I can just say a word of gratitude.