Thin Differences

Be visible

Both Bella and Yasna since their improper meeting made them come to the fore. I don't know it feels like telepathy.

The face is not much different. Almost the same behavior as if only a thin difference. When it is taught it will look very similar. Who would have thought they were twins.

At Bella's house after talking to Bi Ratih she went to her room. Very clean room with very elegant design.

Bella slammed her body into a big bed. He looked at the ceiling of his room.

"Well..." Her cry felt the shadow of the girl who had a problem with her earlier always overshadowed her.

Elsewhere Yasna who was meeting felt shocked. He got word that he was sick.

The child who has been very independent. He went to school while working does not want to add to the burden of the Mother.

Starting from Yasna kindergarten school until now when he saw a child who every time delivered and picked up by his parents he felt jealous. It is envy that he feels. Envy because they have a complete family.

Ting tong Ting tong

The sound of the house bell ringing. An elderly man opened the door slowly.

"Grandfather." Shouted Yasna very happy and hugged the grandfather tightly when he saw the new grandfather peeking out from behind the main door.

"Bad kid, why don't you go home for so long. Forgetting what's with the hometown." Grandfather's words were like a train that just kept going without punctuation.

"Sorry, my dear grandfather." Yasna replies by holding her earlobe and a very compassionate face asking to be pitied by Grandpa's apology.

Yasna and Grandpa set foot into a very, very simple and very clean house. But for them is a sense of kinship created in it.

The house that this beautiful girl misses. The house is very neat because every day the occupants always clean no household assistants.

"Mother?" He combed around every corner of the room looking for someone who had given birth to him and justified it with matchless affection.

Found a figure that still looks so beautiful in the back garden. He was enjoying the beauty of blooming flowers that were fooled by the strong wind while enjoying cold orange juice.

The beauty of the mother is not because of treatment, but natural beauty. Since young he never went to the salon or the like like most women.

This is what makes the father of the child fall in love. The innocence of the village girl managed to fascinate him.

The mother's beauty declined in her daughter. Beautiful face with such a good heart.

Yasna moved her feet so quickly towards the back garden. Grandpa was left behind.

"What the hell is this Mother?" Ask Yasna in a high tone aka angry.

"I don't know how well you're sitting here. It's also cold drinks." Continue with a waist.

"There's no point getting angry, baby." Mother said advising.

"A lot of anger ntar quickly old a lot of wrinkles. Lost her beauty." Continue the Mother.

"The end of Mother said sick, e. instead sit here while drinking cold." Yasna said spoiledly.

"So you pray in Mother's sick?" Ask Mommy.

"If you're not sick, don't you go home?" Ask Continue.

"Ish, what the hell Bun, your son will go home without Mother asking. My heart will always miss you Mother." Cerocos Yasna is very spoiled.

"Trus why did you come home this time to wait for news of Mother being sick?" Inquire the Mother.

"Mother!" Yasna snapped at him, which he himself fell. The body that is usually strong and strong withstand all the trials of life, now the body slumped along with the tears.

The knee that always supported his body until it looked strong now touched the floor. The body was helpless with its head bowed and tears flowing.

Pain is really a pain in his heart that is actually fragile. He always kept his own problems.

"Sorry." Yasna said as she swore helplessly with her hands holding both her ears and head bowed.

The Mother realized all her words this time were very heartbreaking when she saw the baby sobbing. He got down from his chair and sat down to align their positions.

"I'm sorry, dear Mother." Said the Mother by cupping both hands on the beautiful face of the child. That face looks so sad.

"Mother is so worried that you haven't been home for long." Mother Said.

The two now embrace each other in the form of teletabies. Yasna who was still sobbing in the arms of the Mother tried to calm the child by patting the girl's back.

It is felt that the Son is calm enough Mother holds both sides of Yasna's arms so that the child stands. Now the two walked into the house.

Yasna and Mommy headed for the living room. The place where they chat after a day of activities.

Grandfather had been monitoring both of them since. There was a sense of harrum in the heart of the grandfather. Even though his brother was just a foster grandfather. (I'm really sorry adopted son or adoptive grandfather huh?)

Grandpa was once the owner of a house now inhabited by a woman and a teenage girl. At that time the Grandpa sold this house for the purposes of his wife's treatment.

Grandma eventually died during treatment. The treatment was also assisted by Mother Azka.

Mother who knew after the house that now belongs to her was sold to her then the grandfather did not have a house. It was an idea rather than living alone that he assumed that the grandfather was his parents.

The idea arises rather than both of them also living alone. To fill the void in the house of Mother Azka. After all, Mother Azka no longer has parents.

Grandfather gave the two a chance to complain and let go of the longing that struck. He went into the garden to pick all the fruits that were cooked.

In the living room or living room a mother and her daughter chat. Yasna lay her head in the lap of the Mother. The piercing of the head of the Child gently with affection.

"Bun, what.... ." Yasna said she wanted to ask but was interrupted by doubt.

"What's wrong?" Ask Mommy.

"Forgetit." Yasna.

"You always make Mother curious." Mother said full search.

"Bun, what in the world is there always a resemblance?" Yasna looked at the Mother inside.

"meaning?" Ask Mommy.

"So I was on the street colliding with someone." Yasna.

"What?" Ask Mommy holding the shoulder of the child sitting from his lap until slightly shaken.

"You're okay, right? Is there a wound?" Ask the Mother.

"Bun, I'm fine. Look at your son this is still smooth." Clearly Yasna stood up and turned around to convince the Mother.

"It's just that I always felt so wrapped up in her face. His face is very similar to yours." Obviously Yasna while laying her body back in the lap of the Mother

Hearing the mere princess's words that seemed Mother thought. His mind had already floated with the incident many years ago.