The Lost Sense

Chapter 63

"Smile, like a glass of water for the thirsty. A smile can also be a medicine for the weak. A shade for the lara. His strength is amazing"

The atmosphere in the private school "Love Mother" is still quiet. Because school's coming home is still an hour away. I did come sooner on purpose, because there was some business about school administration.

I'm not the one who's taking me home from school, Devan and Mitha. This morning I was called by the principal, to come in connection with Devan coming to the Olympics. So, there are a few things to talk about with regards to that race.

I called Brian so he wouldn't have to pick up the kids again. Since it just so happened that my business in the office was not so crowded, I deliberately came early.

After the administration was done, I sat in the waiting room provided by the school, for parents who wanted to pick up their children. To fill free time so as not to get bored waiting, I took my phone and surfed in cyberspace.

I scrolled through some of the posts that were present on my doorstep. For a moment I was engrossed in seeing a funny vidio, not realizing I was smiling myself at the vidio. It was also fun, in my opinion. Because I'm entertained by that funny content.

As I was engrossed in my phone, I didn't realize that someone was sitting a little far away from me. I glanced at him. I let go of a smile on him. I doubt he returned my smile.

She's a child of age Mitha's my daughter. Maybe the class broke up first, and is waiting for an invitation. I put my phone in my pocket.

"Again waiting to be picked up, son?" my sap is as friendly as possible. I deliberately started a conversation. The little girl nodded. I smiled more and more to see her two-pointed hair swaying as she nodded earlier. Beautiful and adorable little girl.

"Picked, Mama?" I said again just asking.

This time he nodded and nodded. There was a sad aura caught on me as he lowered his face. For a moment I was stunned.

Maybe the one who picked him up was the driver. Her mother was too busy working perhaps, so she missed her mother and was sad when I reminded her.

I finally fell silent and turned my eyes.

"Aunty want to pick up a kid, Auntie?" suddenly the little girl made a sound.

"Yes," I said gently.

"Whose name?"

"Aunty?" my words pointed at me.

She shook her head. "Aunty's son,"

"Oh, her name is Mitha. She's your age. Recognize?" back he shakes. I let out a small laugh, knowing that at this school there might be some people named Mitha, and also because there are so many students.

"Why did you get out of class first?"

"I'll finish the job first, Auntie. So you can go home first" he said.

"But it's stuck here too because no one has picked it up yet" I said. I started to like that little girl. Because hospitality.

"Hehehe....Yes, Aunt. But I'm still happy because the first one is out of class."

"Oh, yeah. Then you're a smart boy dong," my praise is sincere.

"Ho oh, Papa said so too" he said proudly. I would love to rub her bangs and her hair pigtails that sway every time she moves her head. Cute and pretty little girl. Honey, I forgot to ask her name, because the school sign bell had separated us.

I stared at his carefree passing, towards the gate. Where, the driver who was going to pick her up was waiting at the gate. When he was about to come out he still had time to look at me and wave his hand. I returned the hand.

"Mama!" devan's screams averted my eyes so I didn't see who was picking up the little girl.

"Devan, where's your brother?" I asked as I extended my hand. Devan nodded and kissed the back of my hand.

"Mama!" a scream called out to me again. Mitha was running towards me with her big smile.

"Mama picked us up, huh? Um, where's Brian, ma?" yells.

"This time, Mama picked me up. It just so happened that Mama took care of your brother's needs, Devan."

"Oh, Mitha was so happy, Mama picked me up."

"Emang, Brian doesn't like it?"

"Like it, too, 'is the same Brian, nothing is taken seriously. Klo asked to stop by must not be allowed," my little girl's mouth pursed.

"Emang should be. It's Om's job, look after you. If anything happens to you, Om that's the responsibility. So, don't be naughty with Brian, yeah. You must obey, boy.

Would like to stop by where, until Om Brian, nolak." I asked.

"People play, Ma." cried Mitha.

"The place is far away, son. Go back to school again. Maybe Brian was fired by Grandpa. If it goes without permission, Mama or Grandma."

"If it's the same Mama, can't it?"

"Now?" my many. Mitha nodded and asked for support from her brother Devan.

"Abang also want to go to the playground," he persuaded Devan. Because tomorrow is Saturday, I'm following Mitha's wishes.

The playground he was referring to turned out to be a newly opened cafe. Its spacious courtyard is decorated with several animal statues. There are also several game arenas.

Maybe because of the beautiful garden laid out, and they always pass through every commute to school, Mitha was so eager to stop by the park. It's just that Brian, too scared to obey my children's desire to just stop by, because of the protocol of his work.

After parking the car, in the parking area, I guided Mitha's hand into the cafe area. Mitha immediately ran to the garden area. Because it was given a saung, the garden was not translucent heat. The day is hot again.

I ordered some food, to be escorted to the park because there is a place to eat and drink in the park area.

I made some photos of Mihta and Devan with poses on various statues. Their smiles and laughter are so bright when taking selfies.

"Ma, also take a photo of us at mealtime," said Mitha.

"To be posted Ma, on the pesbuk. Let Papa see also granny," he exclaimed.

The deg!

After several months passed, since her parents divorced, only this time Mitha called her father and grandmother.

"Mitha sure, to post it?" my many.

"No need, Dek, just keep it in the mama's mobile gallery" Devan said. My little girl's mouth immediately frowned. He was afraid because his brother forbade him. "Yes, if you really want to post it, whatever," said Devan relented.

Mitha immediately uploaded her selfies on my fb homepage, captioning "one afternoon with my mom and brother". I smiled reading a simple sentence but loaded with that meaning. Instantly Mitha was engrossed in my hp. Maybe someone joked or commented on the post.

"Mama, this is a lot of people who like lo, look at our photos," he exclaimed cheerfully. I just smiled seeing him. Then I spread my eyes around the park.

Suddenly my eyes caught a piece of body playing plosotan. He was still wearing a school uniform, just like Devan and Mitha.

It seems like that face is also familiar, she is the little girl I met earlier at Mitha's school.

I approached her to see if she was the little girl. When a voice calls and warns him. "Raisa, watch out for the fall!"

Stymied by the lushness of the bonsay tree, I did not see the person who called that name

"Shey?" it seems like that heavy voice I am familiar with as well. Is she Dion's daughter Raisa and that heavy voice belongs to Dion. That means Dion is also in this cafe?" I turned around when someone also called my name.

"Careny?" the heavy sound stopped my steps. I turned my head and pretended to be in shock, and a smile immediately perched in my mouth, to calm my suddenly rumbling heart. Ih, what's going on?

"Eh, Dion, are you here? sapaku welcomed his reprimand.

"Yourselves, what's here?" Dion asked back.

"I brought the kids, "appoint me to the table where Devan and Mitha are.

"It just so happens that we meet here. I also brought Raisa, she forced a stop by. They are a school, yes. Just found out about me" he said with a smile.

Blaah! Tumben smile Dion sweet so. usually his face cold and wry.

"Eh, Auntie! Pa, Auntie this is what Raisa told me about, just now." suddenly the little girl, who turned out to be her name, Raisa, and coincidentally her daughter Dion. Now he stood beside his father.

My forehead frowned, hearing a piece of his words. Turns out he's made me his gossip material with his papa. What the hell are you talking about your father's aunt, my heart aches.

"Don't be angry, Auntie. Ica don't talk macem-macem really," he said guessing my heart.

"Did you know Auntie Reny?" buyak Dion stared at us alternately.

"Just now, Pa. Before papa came, it was aunt Crisp who accompanied me, chatting. Yeah, right, Tan?" I immediately nodded in agreement.

"Oh, while Papa wishes he was someone else" whispered Dion but his voice was also heard by me. What does that mean.

"See you, Ica, Auntie, please, yeah, bye!" I was offended and then turned around, towards my children's table.

What a regret for his words. Wish it was someone else, not me, who accompanied her son's conversation. But what's wrong with my heart, huh? Could be offended. Huh!

But my arm seemed to be grabbed and his grasp was very strong. I almost toppled over and hit the chest of his field. If only, well, if only I had lost my balance.

"Why, hurry?" reprimand him with a smile that seems tempting or mocking, the difference is thin.

"There are children, later they think the mother disappeared," I told him. Raisa even woke up to hear my words.Entah what is funny. Duh, this same father's son turned out to be the same gokilnya.

I subtly tried to get Dion to let go of my arm.

"Oh, so in Aunt Reny, who you often tell me, same Ica. Mayan too, papa's panties ...." Dion smothered his little girl's mouth, so my arm automatically slipped off.

"Eh, you want the bird off again, huh?" said Dion, Raisa who wants to talk again, so shut up with a smile, geez. How adorable are the two creatures. I don't know whose bird got loose and what it means to get loose again. I was also confused by their passwords.

I hurried back to Devan and Mitha's desk, before they realized I was missing.*****