The Cost of Trust

Little farhan

"Huh?", Imah surprised when she found out that the tenacious feather turned out to be the ex-wife of her lover.

"Do you mean you know me with him?", asked Feby to kang Dadan.

"Let's not think anything that's not about me."

"Heyy Dadan, you forgot we were married but nothing ever happened in our country."

"Yes, I know the esteemed Miss Feby. I am just a husband on paper. I just need to return the favor to your family the money already hired my mother and also paid for my college."

"It's good that you're self-conscious."

"You heard, well, nothing ever happened between us."

"Owh..so, this hick is your lover Dan? Suit. Same with camp."

"Don't insult my sister Feby!", Aziz stood in front of her.

"He's just Ziz's cousin's sister."

"Brother or not, she's my sister. And I don't like it when someone insults my family."

"Yes, Feby, we're hickheads. But we have our pride."Started to speak up.

"How much are you worth, huh?"

"Feby, my patience is over." Aziz's breathing went up and down. Not Lili, not Feby is equally crazy.

"A Dadan, if nothing ever happened between you and Farhan?", asked Imah.

"Try you to ask the woman in front of you who has self-esteem!", and set her sights on Feby.

"Farhan is Feby's son?", asked Imah.

Now Feby looked at his ex-husband full of emotions. How he was not emotional, he and his family had paid dearly for Dadan to bring Farhan far from the capital.

"He's not a girl. He's not human. For man will not have the heart to throw away his own flesh and blood."

"You talk to Dadan, you forget who you're talking to?" said Feby loudly. I thought, Feby is a gentle woman. Who would have thought it was this much.

"I talk to people who have no conscience. Who threw away his own son."

"If you can't take care of Farhan, why don't you throw him out!"

"Astagfirullah hal adzim.".", the compact sentence istighfar was slid from our mouths.

"Basar doesn't have your heart Feb!" dadan's index finger points at Feby's face.

"I've been crazy for a long time!" said Feby. At the same time, there is a small child aged about seven years down from the motorbike that can be delivered a man.

"Dad..!", call the boy to Dadan.Feby who had been walking, now turned around. Daddy's? Fizz Feby.

"Farhan!", call Dadan.

Is..he Farhan my son? Inner Feby.

"Dad, why so long? Farhan long knew well long ago."

"Yes sorry dear.!", Dadan asked Farhan to sit in the chair of his former birth mother.

"Hi brother Imah, Aziz?!", said Farhan.

"Yes dear!", imah pinched chubby Farhan's cheek .

"Dadan!", call Feby who is now suddenly behind them. Aziz and Imah thought the caterpillar was gone, but it was still here. Being a drama spectator between her ex-husband and her biological son.

The called Dadan looked, followed by Farhan. Farhan was familiar with the face of the woman behind him.

"It's Farhan?", asked Feby as he rubbed the boy's hair. Oh my God, my son is so handsome, he looks so well-groomed. Dadan is very good at taking care of Farhan.

"Don't touch my Auntie!", said Farhan . The four of us were shocked to hear Farhan's words just now.

"Son..can't you be so rude?", whispered Dadan.

"He who is in the photo is not it?", asked Farhan without looking at his father.

"Farhan hates him well!"

"Don't talk like that Farhan, I never taught you that!"

"Sister Imah. Say the same father, do not defend this evil woman. Now the father snapped Farhan!", said the little boy as he stood about to leave the stall.

"Ha... Farhan.here dear sister.", Imah grabbed the little boy's shoulder. While Feby just silently glued to watch the drama in front of him. She did not expect, her son was already this big.

Now that Farhan is in the stall with Imah, Dadan lifts Farhan through the storefront.

The other three adults were just waiting for what Imah was going to tell Farhan.

"If Sister Imah wants to know now how old Farhan can not be?"

"Can. Seven years, brother!"

"Well, it's big."

"Yes, brother."

"Look at Auntie here."

Take a seat behind the cashier. Take out a book and a pen. There is already a sheet that contains full of centan.

"Sister Imah, if angry with you or Farhan's father, usually likes scribbles like this."

It shows how to cross the book.

"Farhan want to try?"

Little Farhan nodded. He started to cross off page by page. He put his emotions on the paper. Slowly, Farhan stopped his activities. His face looks better.

"Farhan knows, why would Brother Imah give Farhan a pen like white paper?"

Farhan shook his head.

"Tell me, consider this pen Farhan, the ink is the anger of Farhan and the paper is Farhan's mind. Take a look, now that paper Farhan scribbled!"

"Udah, why?"

"The paper is not shaped, it can not be used for writing, right?"

Farhan nodded, but the boy definitely did not understand Imah's words.

"Sama, rich Farhan.Pentikan Farhan if the content is only angry and hate, what would it be? So angry at everyone, right? Different again if Farhan wrote slowly on this white paper."

Write it word for word.

"The writing can be read, right? Nice and nice to see. Rich Farhan feelings. Try the Nulis Farhan!"

The boy followed the instructions.

"Udah brother, but Farhan's writing is ugly. But it can still be read."

"Well, just as rich Farhan is now. Even if Feby's mom isn't Farhan's 'good' mom, Farhan can still give Mama Feby a chance to fix it. As Farhan wrote." Imah glanced at the ductile feathers she nicknamed Feby.

"If it were written like this, Farhan would still be able to see...'Oh. This one's wrong, Farhan's really ah'

Well, if the rich paper was all scribbles, can not be used anything else in real. Do you understand what I mean?", Farhan nodded.

"Well, now that Farhan's a great kid.apologize to mama Feby. Farhan was angry. Apologize to you too, Father, Farhan was also angry with you."

Suddenly Farhan hugged Imah.

"Sister..why isn't Brother Imah the mother of Farhan? Not Mama Feby?"

Imah glanced at Dadan and Aziz. While Feby was still bowed, did not dare to raise his face.

"Hem, it's tomorrow-tomorrow if Farhan's father asks."

There was a smile etched on Aziz and Dadan's faces. Who would have thought, a god could conquer Farhan's heart. Especially in a way we never thought at all.

Is it possible to be Farhan's mother?