The Crown

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The doctor said Mama's high came back, and it caused a mild stroke. Although it can still be moved, but next to your body becomes stiff if it moves.

"Why should you say it? Honestly, not like now?"

"Sooner or later we have to tell them. How long are you gonna hide our son, huh?"

"You get out of here."

"Don't make things worse, Fateeh."

"Confirming? Do you know who caused all this? If I had known you guys would have made it this far, I would have prevented it a long time ago."

"Why don't you do it?" asked Arzhan annoyed.

"Because I believe in you, brother. I don't think brother will ruin Iksia. Love is guarding, Brother. Not to ruin the woman."

"Sister, it's already." I blocked Fateeh who took a few steps towards Arzhan.

"I'm wrong about this too."

"Yes! you also as a woman cannot maintain your own self-esteem and dignity. Should I call you cheap?"

Aghhh!

Arzhan pushed my body out of Fateeh's presence, then hit him in the face.

"Sister." I helped Fateeh stand back up.

"So, what you say!" Arzhan wrathful.

"You guys, please! this is a hospital, don't add to our parents' burden. Now is not the time to beat each other, we stay focused on your health first."

"Gue doesn't want to lose his mother a second time" said Fateeh Lirih, he sat on a chair with his head lowered. She cried.

I approached and hugged him from the side.

"I don't want to lose Mama, either. I'll live alone if that happens."

We both cried.

One Week Mama was hospitalized, today Mama is going home. There is one thing that makes my heart ache even though the pain is not comparable to what Mama feels, for sure.

Mama's going home, but I have to get out.

I think Arzhan was expelled but it was not, maybe Mama did not dare because he was the son of Papa Indra, while I was Mama's biological child who could be treated as she wanted.

The intention of bringing Sakya and Chana into this house is so that they can stay with their family, but the harsh reality they instead accept.

They open stupid kids, a little bit they know the situation. How Mama beat me, they know I was wrong. How Mama fainted for days in the hospital, they also understood.

I also tidied up the clothes and things I felt I needed to carry.

There was sadness on both my son's faces. That's what makes me even more hurt. As a result of the stupidity I did, they had to accept the impact.

"Can I come in?" asked Fateeh who was already in the doorway with a smile.

I nodded in agreement.

In Fateeh's hand is a robot box, and the other is a pink teddy bear.

"Here, buy this for you."

Most children will be happy if given gifts, but not with them. Sakya and Chana just accept while saying thank you with a face without a smile at all.

"Well, why are your faces moody? Don't like it, huh, the gift?"

"We are sad to have to go."

I pretended not to care about it and continued the activity of packing things. I held it as hard as I could to keep the tears from coming out.

"Listen, omah is just upset because your mom is naughty, but later it will also be better again. If omah is not angry, om will invite you to come back to this house again. Okay?"

They don't answer.

Fateeh said what the kids never felt. That's why they're enthusiastic.

"Yeeey, we'll play sand."

"Om we swim too, right?"

"I'm going to the zoo."

"I'm going to the dinosaur park."

They take turns expressing their wishes which they can only see on YouTube.

"Okay, sip! If we're off work, we'll go wherever you want. If tomorrow is your home, we will arrange our holiday schedule. How's it? You agree?"

"Agoddess ...." They answered compactly.

"It looks like mom is almost done tidying up her stuff. Let's go we're down. Om that's gonna take you home."

"Loof, Om."

"I am too."

"All? Om's can be broken if it's gini."

"Later replace the dinosaur bones just to be strong."

They laughed as they walked out of the room. Cry broke.

The head hurts from thinking about many things. I don't even know what to think.

I have a mother who will not forgive me. Thinking about the sadness of the happiness of a child who is only for a moment. Sad that Fateeh loved his nephew, perhaps more precisely.

At least I should be thankful that Fateeh is sincere. Hating me but not Sakya and Chana.

Remi, Mr. Raga, and the two sisters helped me bring things down. It was so hard to leave the house twice.

Mama used to forgive me and take care of me while I was in labor, but I don't know now. It seems like the disappointment that used to have to be slashed back deeper. Whether the wound will heal or not, I don't know.

"Many patience. I know it's not easy, but I'm sure you can."

"Alea, why did you turn out so well like this. I honestly feel scared."

She laughs.

"I know what it's like to love someone but not be condoned. Whether my son's fate will be the same as Sakya and Chana, I don't know. They were born to a mother and had an illegitimate father."

We commit the same sins. Of course we can understand each other. Although Alea was lucky because there was Arzhan by her side. At least her child will be officially registered as having a father and mother.

"I'm leaving."

"If there's a problem, don't hesitate to tell Arzhan. I won't be mad."

"Not angry or not, but appropriate or not."

"You sodara, what's wrong with asking your own brother for help."

"I have Fateeh."

Alea turned to Fateeh who was playing a chase with the children.

"Fateeh loved his nephew so much. It might be different if my son was born later."

Alea and I both stared at Fateeh and the children. True, the world is fair if we can look at everything in a positive way. Although they do not have a legitimate father, but have an uncle and grandfather who love him so much. While Alea, his son has a legitimate father by country, but will not be loved by Fateeh and Papa Indra.

It is also possible that Arzhan will not love Alea's child because that child is not her biological child.

What can man do besides accept all the destinies given by the owner of this universe.

Mistakes made must be redeemed with various punishments. Although the punishment was not physical torture, but our minds were crying.