THE BRIDE IS SWAPPED (THE TRAGEDY OF THE FIRST NIGHT)
Hilmi's Story
This afternoon Mutia came home from work with a bright face, yes because the news from Jihan just at lunch was finally her coworker who had been considered as her brother was getting married.
" True also said that Jihan ma'am earlier, it turns out that the fate of her match with Mr. Andre, after all this time and always cold and cynical indifference to the man who seduced her, after all this time, but even the same kecantol a widower, Mr. Andre anyway, widower two children whose people are funny enough to joke and Rama while praising himself if you do not know the familiar boro-boro want to look at it will also never want, it looks like they are indeed paired", Mutia chuckles to herself given the two personalities of her very different co-workers but they plan to get married.
" Mommy... Mother what the hell, the price of the smile itself?", asked Hilmi full of astonishment watching the mother who was daydreaming.
" Eh, hotshot Mother, No really! the mother was happy because today she could go home from work not too late", Mutia replied with a amused smile of her own because of her reason for the question of the prince.
" O kirain".
" kirain what hayo?" said Mutia as she approached the son and turned her nose towards him.
" kirain Bunda again thought of Om Irfan", the boy also plainly expressed his heart.
" Eh, how come Oom Irfan?", Mutiah was surprised to not expect his son's answer.
" yes, Oom Irfan is your girlfriend" the boy replied with a chuckle.
" Uh! Who said it?", asked Mutia in astonishment.
" No one said Mother, But all this time Mother has never been close to a guy except Om Irfan so Hilmi thought Om Irfan was the girlfriend of the mother", replied Hilmi innocently.
" Hemmm...emang Hilmi can if Mother is close to Oom Irfan?", asked mutia hesitated while frowning.
" Hmmm..... Can be! ", the way the boy was steady ended with a wide smile.
Really am! speechless pearl with the answer of the son, all this time he always thought if his son did not understand about adult affairs but in fact this boy knew very well what had happened around him. Mutia's heart was moved there was a sense of pleasure and sadness, how many moments he had missed because he had to be busy working so many moments of his child's development that he never realized.
" Really! Hilmi is not angry so if Mommy is close to Irfan?", Mutia tries to convince her heart by asking Hilmi again.
" Hemmm", the boy shook his head in response to feeling no burden at all and being able to accept Irfan's presence by his side.
" Oh, thank you", Mutia immediately hugged haru to the son with teary eyes because she felt such a deep novelty.
" Nothing Mother, Mother does not need to cry", said the boy innocently while stroking the mother's hair.
" But Hilmi still have to pray for father yes, although Om who Hilmi Call Father will rarely come here" said Mutia slowly.
" No!, Dad came to Hilmi's school and played together until Hilmi before returning home, every day also the father came to Hilmi's school if it did not come definitely Opa who came or Oma, they always took turns to meet me at Mother's school", the boys who made Mutia a little shocked.
Really Mutia never expected if Pak Abdul and Bu Aryanti would meet Hilmi at school.
" Oh so? So they said anything to Hilmi?", asked Mutia carefully so that her son could speak honestly and not lie.
Mutia just silently listened to every word spoken by her son, there was a sense of haru at once happy because now there are people who pay attention to her son other than just herself.
" Why Mother is silent! Mommy is angry?", asked the boy with a slightly tense face because he felt worried and afraid if the Mother would scold him.
" No, Mommy is not angry at all, even Mommy is moved because Hilmi now there are those who are not just mothers of one, therefore Hilmi should not be naughty and should respect them", Mutia also gently rubbed the hair of the head of the son with eyes that looked at the eyes of the son.
Yes, that's how Mutia if she talks seriously with her son she will always look him in the eyes so that his son understands what he means.
" he-it.... Hilmi is not naughty really, Hilmi is good Mother", replied the boy with a mangosteen and innocent.
" But why every time you go home and always see Hilmi long and seems sad mother, Hilmi also does not know maybe you want to bring Hilmi home time yes Mother", the boy also said that whenever Arjuna was about to leave himself always his face looked gloomy which Hilmi means if the father is sad if he wants to go home after accompanying himself to play.
" Oh so? it's true that maybe I want to bring Hilmi home but I don't want to go to jail because I brought Hilmi and did not care to be with my mother" Mutia answered immediately because she touched herself with Hilmy's story.
" How did you go to jail? Poor dad", Hilmy pouted sadly.
" Oh sorry, you mean later mother nyari nyari nyari Hilmy because she did not meet finally mother asked the police for help, so", replied Mutia stammered because she felt wrong talking to the son.
" Oh! But if you want to take Hilmy home, Hilmy also does not want mother, will pity mother alone", replied the boy.
" If Hilmi wants to come with Dad may be, but must pay the same mother first so that the mother is not confused to find Hilmi, but only one thing should not be long, the mother will be lonely", Hearing his mother say such a word Hilmipun looked a little silent as if he was thinking.
" Yes later Hilmy will come with Dad if you have a booby friend" replied the boy while jumping here and there.
" Yes later if Hilmi goes to the house Mother's father sleeps at the house of Oma Mery", replied Mutia.
" yes Mother, there you can sleep together with brother Kenzo".
" Yes betuuulll.. smart as a mother's child apparently".
" But Hilmi's promise there shouldn't be naughty should still be a good kid".
" Yes mother".
yes Mutia in the end gave a lot of time for the family of Mr. Abdul could see his son Hilmi any time they wanted to meet Mutia to release him as long as this afternoon had to be with him.
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