The Son of Mr. Gifari

Papa

"Hiks hyks.." I cried near the graves of my father and mother.

"Holy must live with that uncle son.he will be Holy adoptive father, calm down dear he is a good man. He loved the Saints... " (Mayan Bu)

I turned to look at the shady face that was now contemplating the two mounds of earth in front of him. Is it true that this kind-hearted uncle will be my foster father?

"Holy? " the uncle looked at me.

"Yes? "

"If the Saints miss our father and mother we will go here every year to visit them. "

I fell silent, I recalled my kind uncle's words in the hospital yesterday.

"*Suci... uncle once said right? If your mom and dad don't say something? they just moved places... "

"Holy will live with uncle, and grow up to be a great and noble woman! Uncle will help you son, and make mom and dad proud to see Saints mature in the future! "

"While the graves of father and mother will be far away for you, they will never be far from your heart and prayers dear. You can continue to pray for your father and mother, sending them prayers2 that every day.inquire about their situation with God, ask God to look after them*.... "

"Hey? Why silent? " ask uncle stroking my head. I picked him up and carried him. I leaned my head against the good uncle, it felt very comfortable and peaceful.he was very clean and fragrant...

"Uncle, do we promise to bury mom and dad every year?" my tokyoo...

"Papa. Call me papa from now on, son. I am now your father. "I looked up at my uncle's face, feeling surprised.

"What's? "

"W-pa-pa? " i doubt. Uncle smiled, then kissed the tip of my head. I'm just as happy as uncle, somehow my heart feels so happy to call him papa. I hugged my dad tightly, though,

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Ms. Maya hugged me tightly, I carried her and she kissed my face and my head repeatedly. I loved this woman so much, I was sad to leave her too. My tears fell, I cried while I held tightly to the neck covered with the hood.

"Su-holy? Promise huh? Don't you ever forget mom? Gotta be a good boy and sholehah, okay, baby? Hiks hyks..." I nodded my hand to Maya's neck.

"Holy don't forget to play here, son? If you grow up later, or if ad windy mother will look at Suci there.... " I nodded, I felt unable to leave her and my hometown. Too many memories are scattered here, especially in my house...

"Huuuuu, huuuu hicks.... " (Mayan Bu)

"It's a pity, Suci has to go." said Bu Maya's husband approached. My father (Mr Gifari) was the same, he approached us and prepared to carry me. I can see the face of Maya's mother who was very unwilling to be snatched from her arms. Judging from his two eyeballs he seemed to be trying hard and sincere. I find it very strange, this kind-hearted uncle is a stranger whom I have known for no less than two days. How could I have made the choice to live with him as a child? I was surprised by my feelings, why my face was familiar and my mind was tied to it.

"We go first, Assalamualaikum." said papa smiling as he greeted everyone (moustache garden, Maya ma'am, and her husband).

"Get this child well sir, he trusts God entrusted to you. Be grateful that you can raise and care for him later, because the reward is very large, especially Holy orphans... " (Moustache camel)

"This is Allah, sir, pray for me to be able to maintain this trust as well as possible. Thank you for your trust and the people let me be an adoptive parent to the Saints.(.Papa)

"May God bless the life of the father and Saints, please take good care of my son sir. I really love Saints, if you have children at home, please do not treat Saints and they are different. Even if it has to happen, try not to show it too much, because it will be painful for Saints. " said Maya ma'am staring at papa.

"I love this child like my biological child, Maya didn't have to worry about my affection and how I shared it. . "

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