Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

205. Want to Be a Strong Child

"Well, what's the matter, honey?" ask me to Gara. The boy did not answer choosing to enter the class. His head bowed running a little lethargic, but he was not like that.

Classes are still empty, there are still fifteen minutes left for them to learn. I ventured into the class and met Gara in his chair.

The boy looked at me sadly. Both corners of his lips dropped down. Gara's eyes also glazed.

I crouched down, equalizing my height with the child, looking into his eyes that were reluctant to see me. "Dear, what's wrong with you? You were okay, now you're sad?" ask me about the kid. Because he shook his head.

"It's okay. Mama will be waiting for Garra to come home from school. Mama must be tired" said the boy again.

I don't think it's because of this that she's sad. It's not that I'm tired, because he wanted me to wait for him to come home from school. Was it because of the words of the guardians?

"Mama is not tired. Don't be sad. Mama will wait for Gara to come home from school" I said, holding her hand and stroking her gently.

Because then sobbed slowly. The boy hugged my neck tightly. She was crying without a sound even though her shoulders were up and down because of her crying.

"Not crying. Mama knows how, Because of what. Because of their words, my mother doesn't have a problem. My mom is not pa-pa. Seriously really!" I rubbed Gara's back gently. Trying to calm this kid down.

"But they say that's the same with Mama. Garra can't help Mama," said the boy, now pulling himself in, he's still trying to hold back his stuffing. One hand rubbed the tears that fell on the cheek using the back of the hand.

"No papa can't help, 'cause he's still a kid. Later if Gara is big, because he must know how to help Mama," I said with a smile. I helped the boy dry his tears with my thumb.

"If Gara cried like this, how would Gara be strong? How will you help and support Mama?" ask the kid. Because she looked at me with her round eyes, she worked several times before rubbing it with her right hand.

I smiled and rubbed his cheeks. "Be a strong child, don't be that whiny. Because from a long time ago it was strong, even other children are not as strong as Gara," I told the child.

"How strong?" tanyanya confusedly looked at me. I nodded my head.

"How a strong child was. The other children have a mother to look after them, but Gara's mother is not here to look after Gara. I learned not to be with my mother. Wasn't it because of the strong and courageous child?" ask her. He was silent and looked a little thoughtful, then smiled a wide smile.

I also smile. Although it feels in my heart it hurts to see her cry, but all I can do now is strengthen her, and give her some encouragement.

"Mama wait outside until Gara's done studying, huh?" ask her. He nodded his head with a happy smile.

"Thank you, Mama" said the boy once again hugging tightly. Not forgetting one warm kiss on the cheek.

"Mama get out first, you study diligently." I stroked Gara's head gently. The boy nodded his head still with a smile. I came out of the classroom was accompanied by wonder children the age of Gara.

When I was outside the class I met Dini. The woman walked hastily towards me along with Selvi, her daughter.

"Are we late?" ask the mother of one child to me.

"It's not too late, though. Classes haven't started yet either" I told him. He smiled broadly as he brought his daughter into the classroom. Not long after he came back to see me.

"Ah, thankfully not late," he said, his chest looks like fireworks run out of distance.

"Why indeed?" ask her.

"Hehe, we're all up late" said the woman again with a grimacing laugh.

"Can't you?"

"The three of us watched a football game tonight."

I laughed at his strange look on his face, he was so exhausted.

The woman smiled broadly at me with embarrassment. "Watch the ball, play the ball" he said.

"Cafe, yuk!" She caught up with me after her breathing subsided. I run the head.

"Why? Rather than here tired of waiting for the children to come home," he said.

"No, pity Gara."

"Well, why is he?" ask Dini in confusion. I shook my head while smiling.

"It's okay, just I want to wait for Gara here until school comes home" I told him.

"Ih, not fun!" the lips look upset. "Cantin yuk." She's a persistent woman.

"If my canteen is okay" I said smilingly. We both walked towards the cafeteria.

I waited with Dini until the school bell rang. All the students in the class came out to rest, we were in front of the class when it was accompanying the children to eat the supplies they brought from home.

Dini and I, along with the two children, chose to sit on a bench under a shady tree. Not hot because it blocked the leaves up there. The atmosphere is also slightly cooler than other places. Indeed, if it is hot like this it is better to look for a large tree to shelter under it.

Gara and Selvi ate their food. Now I get used to Gara eating vegetables, although I have to modify them in such a way as to attract the attention of the child and he wants to eat them. Both of them ate very greedily, while joking.

"Said was crying before the lesson?" ask me Dini.

I who did not want to discuss the matter with Dini, just smiled not to answer.

"why?" ask again. He looked at me curiously.

"Nothing. Because it is also now fine," I told him.

"Why?" the question once again with something a little anxious now sounded in my ear.

I glanced at my son who was sitting not far from me. Actually, because I cry because of me too, if I don't get the insinuations from them, of course, because Gara would not cry like that.

"Okay, I'll wait for your story when they get into class." Dini seemed to understand my look at Gara.

"okay." We smile at each other. It seems Dini is a very pleasant friend and can be attentive. He made me feel calm.

The break was over, the children returned to their respective classes. They run and race each other. I let Gara and Selvi walk hand in hand into her class. Stay the two of us in this park, the parents of the other child Either on disappearing to where in the group.

"We should go to the cafe for you to tell a story" said the woman.

I saw the watch, it's a long time until the kids get home from school in just an hour. I know if a story like this to Dini would take a while. Moreover, this woman asked questions too often.

"Here is enough, anyway I promise you because I'm waiting for him to get home from school."

"So also won't know if you go first for a while" he said, muttering a little.

"Yes already is. Let's hurry up the story. I heard from the other kid about why crying?"

Don't want to tell a story, but this woman already knows that Gara is crying. Be I tell the truth. But I don't blame the others either. If their thinking is like that, let it go. No, I don't care either!