The Choice of a Little Girl Papa

Start of the Farewell

"Papaaa" shouted a small child from a distance.

"who are you here with?" he lifted the little boy's body.

"same him" pointed to the figure of a boy who stood swiftly with one woman beside him.

"can't you be studying now?" he looked at the little boy with him lovingly.

"emmm yeah, but I'm looking for mama" the innocent, funny boy.

the man's gaze instantly turned into a wistful one, for some reason the woman this little child meant managed to make her mind run out.

"you promised me you would study very hard, but why are you going here now?" lowered the body of the little boy.

"i want to see my mom" looked up at the towering body in front of her.

"mama's coming home tonight, now you're going home?" rubbing Black Mane.

"okay deh, papah don't go home for long" that sweet and innocent smile is very cute on the face of this little boy.

the man called Papah nodded as he rubbed his hair and prayed to the little boy who was getting lost from sight.

"maybe back might as well not be son" muttered to himself.

all bowed respectfully as he walked amidst the overcrowding of his employees.

this is where everything starts.

"zan kok mama never come home?" holding the swing handle and he said.

the boy named Zan looked at the source of the voice and stayed for a while. "maybe the madam is on vacation" along to look ahead.

"why doesn't mom take me?" staring at zan whose face was being slapped by the afternoon wind.

zan was silent, not knowing what to answer.

"you're like a woman" looked back to the front.

zan only looked next to him waiting for the meaning of his words.

"sometimes you're too sensitive, even I'm always confused when you're just quiet" the handsome face collided with the cool air that brushed his hair back.

"let's go home this afternoon" rose from his swing.

"wait a minute" swayed his swing slightly, no matter what the person beside him said.

"pak tan must be looking for you" stared flat at the boy who was enjoying a slow swing.

the boy Mala closed his eyes enjoying the afternoon breeze that hit his face.

"why are you so different from Mr. Kino?" now his eyes are upset.

"what distinguishes me from papa?" looking at the face covered in a bit of sunlight.

"mr Kino isn't as stubborn as you" replied quickly, briefly and flatly.

"i'm not stubborn" threw his eyes back to the front.

"then let's go home"

"don't want to" replied casually.

"really" put one leg up.

"ahahaha kidding let's go home" pulled zan's wrist and walked over.

they both go to the park near the house which is very often used as a playground for children.they really like to go in the afternoon because not many people will come.

"where are you from?" just now the boy named Rangga stepped in was immediately greeted by a man who was very familiar with him.

"bring me a snack and milk" did not hear the man's question and immediately stepped up the neighbor with zan.

"well young master" lowered his head slightly and watched the two children disappear from his sight.

the light sound of footsteps was heard in this lighting-filled hallway, and the next second the sound of the door being opened was heard.of course the one who opened the room was a child named Rangga. he immediately entered followed by Zan who closed the door without making a sound.

Little Rangga was busy with his new toy, while little zan only noticed it by occasionally holding a toy that Rangga was given to play with. His room was already back in disarray with toys scattered on the floor. the small hand that had been busy playing stopped when he heard a sound.

"where you going?" what he said was Zan who was staring confused.

the one who was asked did not care, he immediately went out.

prangg

the sound of a broken object was heard in his ears, with small steps he ran towards the room of the source of the sound.

"you've never asked me why I left" a shout succeeded in jolting anyone.

no exception to the boy who stood at the door.

the atmosphere of silence was created the next second.the man standing before the woman simply fell silent without returning the shout.

"have you ever cared about my feelings? no!!!" the woman's screams re-echoed.

"marlin I did that kar–" his perfectly calm tone had to be cut with a shout.

"sorry" lowered his gaze.

please tell this foolish man, he should have fought this woman but why did he just fall silent and instead apologize.has he forgotten his pride?.

"the court papers will be sent by my lawyer tomorrow" turned around and was about to step in.

"at least for the rangga, keep this marriage for the rangga" without turning his eyes away he said.

and it made the woman stop "this marriage will only make her hate everything" staring with teary eyes the figure of the boy who had been standing in the doorway.

"m–mama" was about to step in to hug her mother with trembling legs.

but the woman immediately took a quick step leaving her fallen son as he was unintentionally pushed by her.

"mama wait" her limping steps and her cheeks that had been flooded with tears, she ran as fast as she could to catch up with her mother.

"Ranggaa" after hearing the voice of his son, the man who had only spoken low immediately ran.

"hiks mama" and finally he fell under the last steps.

"don't" pull the hand of his son who will run again.

"mamaaa" a shout that echoed throughout this corner of the first floor.

the waiter who was working there tried not to hold himself back from dripping a single drop.Seeing a little child like that felt so claustrophobic.

"don't" a boy suddenly appeared before little Rangga.

but Rangga kept running, as fast as any running rangga.

"getting aside" the boy snapped with reddened eyes and clenched hands.

as he looked back at the boy, his mother's car had already left without saying anything.His anger had instantly reached his blood, boiling his blood already with that anger.

blood flowed from his nose.the next second all his eyes became blurry. Like being electrocuted, his head hit the floor in the next second.

epilogues

It rained hard, soaked the earth.it was beautiful rain but why do many not like the rain? for them the rain can make them sick, in fact the rain can hide all the pain in every spatter.anyone is free to cry in the rain, rain is the deceiver of the universe but rain is well-liked by people who already know the weight of life.

a woman got out of her car holding the umbrella she was carrying, not wanting a drop of water to hit her shirt.

"welcome madam marlin" bowed briefly and stuck out her hand.

"can be sent tomorrow?" he refused the hand that stretched out to him.

"of course you can" sat following the woman he called marlin earlier.

"care quickly" stared flat ahead.

"it won't be able to be delivered tomorrow if you haven't demanded child custody" put a piece of paper and a pen.

the woman stared at the paper.What should she write? isn't it good that child custody falls on her husband? thought at the beginning.

but his mind was uprooted when he remembered his son's eyes while looking at him some time ago.

"missy are you really going to give custody of the child to your husband?" asked because from yesterday she should have demanded custody of her son.

again and again the woman fell silent, Masi stared straight at the paper and the ballpoint pen there.

"missy marlin?" calling slowly.

instantly awakened from his daydream. "yes" in short.

"all right I'll send it in the morning, I'm sorry" put in the paper and the ballpoint pen and then leave.

the woman named Marlin leaned her body on the sofa.

"don't remember!!" patting her head hard.

the look in his eyes and face of his son was like a film that was spinning in his head.It seems like the decision not to see his son's face at the end was the right choice.

"i've decided my best" tucked her hair behind her ear.

walk gracefully and leave the room.

SERIATE

ps: remind the author if there is a typo