The One More Chance

Between Mother and Child

"Gea, Grandpa told you to look at Grandpa!." Grandpa Arya's orders were firm.

Gea slowly turned to look at Grandpa Arya, not even a second of Gea's tears dripping, the little girl's cry broke.

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Meanwhile, all of Regan's friends also appear on the screen. They wanted to know why Gea suddenly cried to the brink.

Grandpa Arya's hand patting the back of Gea's hand calmed the girl down. "What's wrong?" asked Grandpa softly.

Gea shook her head.

"Gea."

The crying of Gea became. "Sorry .. sorry ...." Gea hugged Grandpa Arya from the side.

"Why?," back Grandpa Arya repeated the question.

"Because of Gea, Mommy is leaving Dad. Grandfather can't see Regan, either, because Gea you all ...." Gea's voice was getting choked and couldn't make a sound.

Grandpa Arya stroked Gea's shoulder. "Not crying, it's all happening."

"Gea hates Mami, Gea doesn't want to see Mami."

The atmosphere became silent only to the sobs of Gea in Grandpa Arya's arms. There was no sound all just staring at Gea in silence.

The Madura

Zahra stared at the screen in front of her blank stare without expression. Gea hugged Grandpa Arya once in a while saying what was in her heart.

Regan turned to look at Zahra, touched Zahra's hand and held her tightly, making Zahra turn her head and try to smile even if only in line tried to calm Regan down.

Regan wasn't involved with it, she understood her mother very well. Slowly Regan stood up, pulling up Zahra's arm decided to go inside the house.

They sat face to face in Regan's bedroom. The silent Zahra made Regan sigh, Zahra's silence was not a good thing.

Regan stood up again, opening her wardrobe taking the small red velvet box she had hidden from Zahra. The box that Gea had given her.

Regan sat down in front of Zahra and stuck out the box. "This belongs to Mother" said Regan Lirih.

Zahra looked down at the box in Regan's hand. Regan slowly opens the box, revealing a ring that Zahra recognizes.

Zahra's right hand squeezed out her left hand. "Who gave it?" asked Zahra coldly.

Regan silently looked at Zahra, waiting for what Zahra would say next. He believes that the ring box in this box is returning the memory of all the events of a dozen years ago. That was one of the reasons he hadn't given it to Zahra all this time.

Not getting a response Regan Zahra turned her gaze to Regan. Their eyes stared at each other, a stifling feeling entering the recesses of Zahra's heart. Regan's gentle gaze only made her feel claustrophobic. "He gave it to you?" asked Zahta hoarsely.

Regan's head shook. "Not him, but Gea." Regan handed the box to Zahra. "He forced me to give it to Mommy first, but I kept it because I had expected Mommy to be like this. Mother will be sad, but smile in front of Arz." Regan gave a bitter laugh, before continuing "Gea here without knowing the truth of the story, it seems like she just brought this box to meet Mother and ask Mother back to her."

Zahra understood who he was Regan meant at the moment, but she could only keep silent not knowing what to say.

"The last day he was here, he joined Mr. Avin in training karate because he wanted to talk to Arz. At that moment Mr. Avin told him everything, and he cried to the point of disturbing our concentration." Regan gave a small laugh and laid her body on the mattress with Zahra's thighs.

"Then?" asked Zahra, stroking Regan's hair.

"Regan doesn't like people to apologize much less cry, so before he says anything Regan says don't interfere, we're still kids."

Zagra gave a small smile, went back into silence and simply stroked Regan's hair.

"Don't put it on Bun, Arz doesn't like Mommy to be sad. Every time you talk about them all, you are always a lot of silent. Arz hates Mommy a lot of thoughts, sad, forced smiles and silence all day long. Arz prefers Mommy who scatters, chatty, often nagging, angry, urgency in the kitchen is not clear ...."

"Hey ...," Zahra rebuked, stopping Regan's rant, and then getting a nudge from Regan.

They fell back into silence in each other's minds. Regan had just said that she did not like to see Zahra go silent, but this time Zahra subconsciously went back to doing so.

Regan further immersed her face in Zahra's furrow and hugged Zahra's waist tightly. "Let's go Bun, Arz's savings have a lot to save from winning some Olympics, competitions and others. Arz does not like Mother as she is now, Arz can not force Mother back to Kedia. But Bun, Arz has the right to make Mother happy right?, just as Mother used to go away from him for the sake of Arz's happiness."

Regan sat staring at Zahra inside. "Let's go Bun."

Zahra's head shook. "Arz is happier here ...."

"But Mother is not!." Cut Regan staring at Zahra sharply. "Arz has said, Arz does not like this Mother. Then what should Arz do to let Mommy come back like before meeting them again?."

This was the first time Regan spoke with such pressure restraining anger at her. Even just this first time Regan behaved like now to anyone. Regan always loses control when it comes to Zahra, her mother.

Realizing that she was about to lose control, Regan went back to sleep in Zahra's lap, buried her face in Zahra's silvery face and hugged Zahra's waist tightly as before. Adjusting his breath reveals his frustration to everyone who will later affect the zahra if he cannot control it like just now.

"He asked Mommy to come back, I know. Aryan's grandfather was indirectly like that too, and giving Arz a scholarship had a purpose that led up to it. Mr. Avin also tried to agree to Arz. Even Gea says your relationship can be saved, and only Arz can get you together. But Arz does not want to force Mother, Arz can decide Arz's own future even though Arz is only fourteen years old, as well as Mother." Regan raised her face to look at Zahra. "Mother is old."

Zahra's eyes glared.

Rega laughed a little get a pototan zahra, Regan was happy. Because he started to successfully pull Zahra from his own world.

"Mother's life is twice the age of Arz, meaning Mother is old Bun."

"Mother is thirty-five."

"Thirty-five is old Mother, the young one is a dozen."

"But not old either, Arz ...."

"Continue?."

"Udah .. is not young anymore," replied Zahra eagerly looking for another parable.

"Just like, another word is not young anymore it's old Mother."

"Nrt ...."

Regan laughed at Zahra whining. The mother returned, the Mother who sometimes made Regan a stir

Already Regan said no, Regan likes Zahra who scambles, chatty, nagging, angry, clumsy in the kitchen and screams loudly while laughing.

And that's what Abra loved about Zahra.

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