Sorry, Ma!

Quarrelling

A car driving at high speed. Fortunately, the road condition seemed empty so there was no accident.

A couple in the car kept arguing as the roar of the car engine broke the silence of the night.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore!" firmly the husband with a face covered in high emotions.

"Why? Give me one good reason, why do you keep avoiding me if I invite you to report Fabia's disappearance to the police?" strangling the wife who is inexhaustible with the way her husband's mind.

"Mania ... Fabia ... Fabia ...! Who do you mean by Fabia?!"

Now the car tire squeaked all the way, because the husband suddenly stepped on the brake pedal.

The wife's head was immediately knocked back, and stuck to the backrest. His two eyes reflexively closed in fear of a blow.

However, the blow he had imagined did not happen. The car stopped at the outskirts in a transverse position.

The husband still held the wheel tightly. The veins on his arms sprung up as it still held back emotions. His gaze was still focused forward with hunting breaths.

"How many times have I told you, Eri!" he said to his wife. "We've never had a child named Fabia" he continued with half-glazed red eyes.

The woman called Eri slowly opened her eyelids that had been flooded with tears.

"Why do you always say that, Argan." His clear pearls now shed a bead of disappointment.

"Our daughter was kidnapped" he continued in a trembling voice.

It has been two weeks that their daughter has been kidnapped, but the husband has always said that it is just a hallucination. The husband always said that they never had a son named Fabia.

I heard a rough breath coming from Argan's mouth. Many times he explained to his wife that everything she thought was a delusion.

"Eri, I'm tired of arguing. I'd better take you home!" he said to the wife who closed her eyes deeply again.

Every time they quarreled, Argan never went straight home. He always spent the night outside.

While Eri, back in a deep mourning. Blanket lara to roll her body in nestapa. The longing for the princess returned to meet the unparalleled subject.

Mama!

Ahaha!

One, two, three, catch, ma!

Come on, push again, Ma!

The shadow of Fabia's cheerful face playing with her was always ringing in the eyes. If only time could be turned back, Eri chose not to take Fabia to the playground at that time.

***

At a discotheque, Argan was holding a small glass tightly while continuing to look at it. It was as if it had an extraordinary allure, so that he could not turn away in the slightest.

"How can I convince you, Eri?" it was as if he was talking to his wife. The typical smile of a drunk person was engraved on both corners of his lips. "We don't have children yet, but you ...."

"Hi, handsome!" A comforting woman suddenly approached Argan and placed her arm around the man's neck.

Argan is still flinching. Not a little tasteful to look or respond.

"Looks like you've been drinking a lot, honey. Wanna have some fun?" whispers near Argan's ears.

The man immediately brushed aside the woman's body, then walked away with a stagger. His sight began to blur. His consciousness may be only a few percent left. However, just as his body was about to collapse, a burly hand held him swiftly.

"Master" said the man. He is Windri. Argan's personal assistant.

How did that man get there? Because he has memorized what his boss's habits are lately.

"Erianiza, I love you so much, don't you understand, huh? Why are you doing all this to me?" racau Argan with a drunken tone.

A rough sigh blew from his mouth. Before driving forward the superior's car, his gaze glanced for a moment backwards from the rearview mirror.

"Lretty Master" he commented. Then take Argan away from the place.

Arriving at home, as usual Eri always opens the door on time. Without asking Windri again, she simply followed the movement of the man who kept her husband to the room.

"Thank you, Win." Eri spoke without distracting her from Argan.

"Together, Madam. Then, excuse me first." Windri resigned after Eri nodded his head.

As usual, Eri will painstakingly release one by one her husband's equipment. Starting from shoes, ties, suits, shirts, to pants. Covering Argan's unconscious body with a blanket, then lying next to him.

"I'm sorry, Argan. Because of me, you became like this, hiks ... hiks."

Eri's voice began to fill their room. Of course, Argan could not hear him because he had already reached the dreamland.

Then, Eri fell asleep after a long time of mourning.

***

At a playground, Eri is seen sitting on a swing while holding the swing chain. Suddenly a little boy, about seven years old, walked over.

The boy sat on the swing right next to Eri. The woman blinked, because before she was dissolved in the daydreams of Fabia who always invited her to play in the same place.

"Why is Aunt crying?" ask the child with a cute voice and a face that is no less cute anyway.

Eri forced herself to smile, then wiped her tears that had unwittingly flooded both of her cheeks.

"Ah, Auntie's okay, honey. Do you play here often?" ask Eri back. This time, he saw the child.

The girl nodded, then pointed to a house located not far from the playground. "My house is near here" he answered.

Eri followed the direction of the boy's index finger.

"Why are you just playing alone?" ask Eri again. Now his sadness is beginning to fade.

"Mama is at work, while papa .. she is always busy." The boy looked to be puffing both of his cheeks.

Makes Eri so anxious to see it. The woman smiled understandingly. There was a babysitter working to take care of the child. But, where is he?

"It's still morning, aren't you at school?" Eri asked again. Talking to the boy made her longing for Fabia a little treatable.

"I'm .. I can't go to school anymore." The boy lowered his head while swaying his swing slowly.

"Why?" Eri frowned.

"Because I'm sick, Auntie. I can't go anywhere" he replied with a sad expression.

Eri smiled back. He was amazed at the boy's skill in speaking. Her curly hair makes her round face look even more adorable. Her skin is milky white. Her eyes are golden brown. Her lips were tiny and red like cherry tomatoes.

Drrrt ... Drrrt ... Drrt

Suddenly Eri's phone vibrates, signaling a message coming in from Argan.

^^^ Where are you? I'll come get you.^^^

Eri read it with a muttering tone.

"What's up, Auntie?" ask the boy who saw the surprised expression on the face of his interlocutor.

Before she could answer, Eri got up and ran away from the park. He did not want Argan to know, if he returned to visit the playground, because the man had forbidden it.

The little boy who was still sitting on the swing continued to stare at Eri's departure until the woman's body was lost swallowed by distance.