Sharing Love: Sharing a Husband

Chapter 29

Angga drove Zidan to school, after which he would pick him back after school later.

"Good in school, remember! Don't be naughty!" angga said to Zidan.

"Ready, Boss!" Zidan saluted Angga, until he was made to shake his head. His behavior is exactly the same as Randy, even his face was so similar to his father as a child.

Angga kissed the boy's wrath, he already regarded Zidan as his own son.

"Byeah, Papa ..." Zidan waved his hand after he got out of the car. After that, he went straight into class. Zidan went to the school where Yola taught. From Bogor he moved to Jakarta because he got a mate there, until he settled in the metropolitan city.

Hours of classes are about to begin, minutes later the teacher goes into the kindergarten class, each class is 20 students only.

"OK, kids. Take out your book that I gave you yesterday" said their teacher Yola.

But there was only one little boy who looked glum, he was sitting in a corner. The girl who can not talk entered public school, because her intelligence is able to balance the intelligence of other normal children.

Yola approached the boy. "Take the book out" Yola pinta told the girl.

Without refusing, the boy pulled out his book. Unlike usual this child looks moody, but he is always cheerful, and joined with other friends.

To where, the teacher mentioned the names of the students one by one to move forward. Tells about the figure of the mother who themed 'IBU, MY HERO'

"Who wants to move forward first?" ask the teacher to his students.

"I." Zidan replied as he raised his index finger upwards. The 5-year-old boy came forward with a book, opening the book. He started reading this book about his mother.

"My mom, my hero." Zidan paused his reading for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing to read the book.

"Mama, Mama is a hero to me. Because all this time he's raised me until now. Untiring when taking care of me, his affection is able to occupy my life. And she's not just a mother to me, because she's also capable of being a Papa. I don't know Papa, I only have Mama" Zidan said in his book.

"Sekian, and thank you," said Zidan afterwards.

The teacher who listened became sad, because he knew the journey of Zidan's life. And next, Yola again told her students to come forward.

Until the girl who had been moody earlier came forward, she picked up the book. The little girl gave the book to her teacher. Yola opened the book, she wanted to read the story of the mother of this little boy. Yola was a little surprised when she found the book, it looked empty without writing there.

Until he squatted down to line the little boy's body.

"Why is the book empty? Did you get the wrong book?" ask Yola to her students.

The little boy just shook his head in response.

"Then?" ask Yola again.

Yola saw the boy write something in the book he always carried, the book that always hung around his neck.

"I don't know a mother figure, there's nothing to say about her. That's why I intentionally left the book empty." That is the content of the book he wrote.

Yola hugged the little boy, held him affectionately. Quickly, during his teaching, he never saw him delivered by his mother. If not with his grandmother, definitely with his papa. Unable to continue with the story of 'my mother, my hero' Yola ended it, because she did not want to see her student become sad.

"Zia can sit back" Yola told the little boy. Zia finally sat back down at her desk, sitting right next to Zidan.

Zidan felt sorry for his friend, even he often mocked him because his friend was unable to speak. For the first time, he gave his smile to his classmate.

Until Zidan rinsed his hand, Zia turned to Zidan.

"Don't be sad, we are the same fate" Zidan told Zia. "You knew? Your name is the same as my Mama's" Zidan said.

Zia frowned, as if asking for more explanation from Zidan.

"The point is that we have the same fate" Zidan said. Until the two kids were serious.

Without feeling the lesson hours have ended. Zia herself came straight out of her classroom, approaching a car parked in the schoolyard. Zidan remained in the classroom with his teacher.

The boy peeked out from the side of the door, he saw Zia's whereabouts. Zia is being picked up by a man who is none other than her father. Zidan who saw feeling envious, how he wanted a father figure in his life.

"Zidan, what are you doing?" ask Yola.

Suddenly, Zidan felt surprised by the presence of his teacher's mother who was suddenly behind him. Yola looked in the direction where Zidan's eyes were looking, she saw Zia riding in a car, a car coming to pick her up.

"Don't be sad, there'll be Papa Angga." Yola said as she rubbed Zidan's head. "Oh yes, Papa Angga is not invited. You go home with Auntie" said Yola. When Angga and Zia can't pick up Zidan, the boy will go home with Yola.

"Tante, let's go to Mama's, please" Zidan pinta.

"Ok, we're going to the office, Mama." The two of them walked towards the car parked in the schoolyard.

After the two of them were inside, the car drove straight towards Zia's office.

It takes 45 minutes to get to the office. Because the place was no stranger to Zidan, until the boy immediately entered the office area. He went to the mother's room. Yola shook her head when she saw Zidan.

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"Mama ...," call Zidan when he gets in Zia's room.

Zia who was working was immediately stopped from her activities. He saw the whereabouts of his son, shortly after, his best friend named Yola appeared before him.

"The girl couldn't pick up, she called me earlier" Yola told Zia.

"I'm sorry, it's always troubling you" Zia said. He did not not want to pick up Zidan, he himself just arrived in his room because of the meeting.

"How many times have I told you, never to bother me. You know, I like this kid of yours. She's so adorable" said Yola. He himself has not had children, in fact, his marriage is almost 3 years old.

"Oh yes, I want a story. Do you remember my student who couldn't speak?" ask Yola.

"Hmm, why?" Zia asked back.

"I feel guilty today, I didn't know she didn't have a mother." Yola's face became sad.

"Died you mean?"

"I don't know, I didn't do that."

Then, Zia also looked at Zidan who was playing the game through his cellphone. He himself was sad because Zidan until now did not know his father.