
In one week, Dara
spent her time in her new role as a new mom. A lot of things
that happened to him, and he left a good impression on the children who
born not from her womb.
On the seventh day, they will
he escorted Fitri and her sisters to the airport. They will go on
in the afternoon, Farah said she would wait for them at the airport later. This time, it's,
Dara has more self-confidence, and something different inside
she encourages him to come with Tomi to deliver the children.
“You coming, babe?” ask Tom
see Dara who is still berpaster on the sofa.
“Mama follow? Follow ‘kan?” Fitri
inquiring.
Dara smiled sweetly, answering the child
it was with a soft soft voice, “iya. Mama follow. Mama wants to change clothes first.”
They usually spend less
from 3 minutes to get ready and choose clothes. This time, he was wearing
dress in a beautiful pastel color, with her trademark thin makeup. Dresses
pregnant pastel yellow, with flat-colored shoes one level brighter, with,
her straight hair was unraveled, blush on was orange like fish meat
salmon, thinly decorate her face.
SUV that has been running since
earlier, it looks parked waiting for Dara. He walked up to the car, and
Tomi lowered her glass, throwing a smile at his visible wife
be different.
“What we can see Mama later
Dara again, dad?” said Firman as the car drove up to take them to the spot
where they will split up.
“Of course. You guys can too
stay with Mama Dara someday. But later. If you are already big, then,
because later Mama Dara can be skinny taking care of wayward children,” said Tomi from
steering chair.
The road feels like that
short, until within a few moments after that conversation, they could see
airport in front of them. Fitri picked up her ringing phone, and in
beside her, Dara could hear the voice of the half-screaming woman.
“Iya is almost there, Mah. I
do not hold HP from earlier ... Dad exists. Aye ... Mama Dara is also there,” said
Fitri on the phone.
“Iya ... Aunt Dara ..” it
slowing down her voice was like correcting her speech just now. Then close the call
that's.
Fitri doesn't look as happy as when
they'll ride that car at home. Obviously something that doesn't make it
happy, maybe in that conversation.
“What's up, Son?” ask Tomi
Fitri, when Dara gave a signal of blinking eyes on the glass in front.
“A ... Anu. Said mom, Mama Dara
can't come with.” he said in a lethargic tone.
“That's what mama said. Said dad, Mama
Dara can come. There's dad. Don't be afraid.” Tomi shows his side as
a father. Dara clasped the shoulder of the girl. He can feel
the boy was under pressure.
“Fitr. Drink the milk later
again, yes. In order to get a bit fat,” Dara switched the conversation
so that the boy would no longer think about his conversation with Farah.
“We don't drink milk, dad. As such
ade Kio, he always drinks milk. If we were, it's just liquid milk in the box sometimes.
Very rarely,” timbal Firman, and what was said leveled Tomi's expression
and Dara.
“Then, later you can
I asked my mom to buy milk. Aren't you, dad?” Dara knows how
encouraging the children. As a child growing up with a mother
single, and difficult economic life, he knows how to cope with all
a feeling that stirs up these kids.
“Iya. Later the loving father
The car stopped at the terminal
they go, and Dara leads the children down, while Tomi carries them
the kids bag.
Among the hustle and bustle, Dara
I could see Farah standing with a veil around her head and
his neck, tight-fitting long-sleeved t-shirt, and body fit model jeans. It
I know Farah must have seen it.
“That's mama!” raffi shouted, but no
approaching mother. The boy just waved his hand, and looked Farah
approaching them. Within 2 meters, he and Dara faced each other. Outer
allegedly, Dara thought he would be the party who first misbehaved.
But reality says something else. He could see Farah showing gestures
uncomfortable.
“Mama. I'll see you later, yeah.
See you little sister ..” Fitri hugged Dara, and her head leaned on
dara's stomach is crunching. Dara returned the hug, and kissed the child
the woman on her cheeks and forehead. Raffi, and Firman also follows brother
they hugged Dara, very tightly. Dara could see the tears in her eyes
petal Fitr. He looked down and rubbed the two small eyes. I don't know what
the boy felt the tears.
“Do not cry. Fitri wants to go home
with mama. Should be happy to reunite with mama.” Say while
wipe away the tears that ended up on the boy's cheek.
“Come kids,” Farah half
yelling orders her children to leave Dara and their father.
“Be careful on the road, mbak.” A greeting
a sincere farewell, come out of Dara's mouth just like that.
The woman turned around without
say whatever, and leave the couple, carrying
his children and disappear from their sight.
Tomi hugged his wife's shoulder, and
a kiss landed on his head.
“You are great ..” he said praising,
made Dara hold back her tears.
“What do you set aside?” ablaze
again, walking towards their car.
Dara just shook her head. To him
not because he was separated from the children who had treated him like a mother
himself, but he knew the children would be scolded by the biological mother
them.
“He is like that. At least I didn't choose wrongly,
with you ...” connect Tomi.
Both of them were silent inside
the car, while Tomi occasionally grasped the hand of his wife who continued to wipe
little by little tears were shed.
“Did you hear that? They
not drinking milk,” Dara opens a topic.
Tom breathed a breath
which feels full of sadness.
“I heard. I know he's not being honest
with finances, and every silver I send. But ... I'm not
guessing 5 kilograms of milk in his report was just a figment of a thumb. Exists
the kids will stay with us someday. I hope you don't
objection ... Mama Dara ..” Reply Tomi.
“Of course I don't mind. What
you crazy? That's yourchildren. I was in their position, living with
a single mother. That's hurtful. Farah's position is not easy, whatever
he did to you, he is still a woman in a difficult position together
three kids, bi,”
“This is one side that I like from
you, my wife ..” Tomi smiled and responded to his wife's words just now. Tak
just beautiful, for her Dara was also a patient and open woman
his mind. The car kept on going, carrying two loving people
honey, go home.