Throes

The mind of a mother

Povs. Yanna.

Today, this morning. I've been a stepmother to Nana. At first I saw Nana, the daughter was very happy with me and I married her father Nana always smiled, showing her happiness when Me and her Papa officially became husband and wife.

Dream Nana, want to have a complete family. I want to have my mom like her other friends. Nana did not blame Naufal's presence, The daughter was pleased with Naufal. Before I got married, Nana always called me and chatted with my son Naufal.

But this time something was different. Nana's face was not as happy as it used to be, rarely smiling and quiet. Never spoiled me and Mas Rama. Nana's change worries me a lot.

Does Nana not like Naufal here? Sure didn't. I noticed Nana playing with Naufal, my daughter smiling and caring with her new sister. And laugh together when they see a funny tv cartoon. When I approached Nana playing with Naufal, Nana became quiet and smiled as if forced.

What was? Did I make a mistake with my daughter?

Is my daughter jealous, because her father is mine and rarely spoils her?

Now I'm going awry, and also saddened by Nana's change that I consider my own daughter.

" Nana?" Call me, while I'm at the school gate with him waiting for me to pick him up.

Nana's school is a little far away and out of the compound. Mas Rama bought me a new matic motorbike, so that I would no longer ride a motorcycle or rickshaw when I picked up Nana at school.

At first, Rama disagreed with me when I picked Nana up for school. The reason is too much.

Later you will be more tired to pick up Nana Yan. Do you cook early in the morning? Not to mention I'm the same kid.

Wherever I'm tired, just cooking and a little help the new aunt clean the house. Had a strike to talk to Mas Rama, until Rama himself did not feel at home with my strike until finally papa Nana agreed to my request.

" Where's naufal ma?" Nana asked, approaching me who was alone to pick her up.

" Naufal's the same aunt in the house dear." My answer.

Intentionally, I left Naufal to aunt for a while when I wanted to be alone with my daughter.

" Here, the bag, son. Nana sat in front of ya." I said, telling Nana to sit in front. The one that Naufal used to be in front of now changed Nana. Because Nana will be sitting in the backseat hugging me tightly.

Nana complied, and sat in front. I kissed my daughter's hair before putting on my hat to keep it from overheating.

" Come by indomart first, baby."

" Yes ma." Answer Nana.

I turned on my bike at medium speed. " What did Nana learn?" Take a trip to the nearest indmart.

" Count Ma?"

" Can?"

" Can?"

" How many stars?"

" Five Star?" Answer

" Pinter donk this mama's boy?" My cheer is happy, turning off the vehicle when it reaches the mini market.

" Nana got good grades, want ice cream?" My bargain.

" Can Ma?" He asked, getting off the bike together.

" could? But you can only take one."

" two?" Nana Pinta. " Make me the same as Naufal's sister." The impression again, made me smile to hear it.

Nana has not forgotten Naufal. Buying something always remembers his sister, even though they are not bloodless.

" Why was Naufal's sister bought as well? Kan naufal's sister has not been to school, has not been able to score also from the teacher."

" Naufalkan my sister, always menemin me, always hug Nana if Nana cry. So I want to buy a naufal sister, as my thanks to Naufal Ma." Nana replied, making me frown.

Nana is crying often?

Wh why?

What was?

And what's the problem? Until my daughter cried without me and Mas Rama know?

There's no way I'm asking Nana sensitive questions outside the house. I rubbed my daughter's cheeks, smiling warmly at her.

" Yes come, Nana can take any snack later at home for two sisters Naufal." I said, making Nana smile.

" Everything is dear." I answered, holding Nana's hand to enter the mini market and start shopping for necessities and snacks Nana wants.

I was still thinking about Nana's words, I wasn't calm because my daughter kept her own grief.

At home, Nana enters the house with her plastic bag and meets Naufal.

I saw Nana so enthusiastically showing her snacks and sharing them with Naufal. The look on his face seemed to return cheerful when with Naufal.

" I'm sorry about the old bik?" I said to the aunt who took care of Naufal.

" Aren't pa-pa mbak?" Answer with a smile. " Then bibik wants nerusin nyetrika first mbak." Said again.

" Yes bik." My answer.

" Nana? Change the clothes, baby." My orders are with Nana. Making Nana nod, stand up from her seat and climb the stairs towards her room.

I saw Nana go into the room. Now approaching Naufal who was busy eating snacks from Nana.

" Fal?" Sapaku gently sat on the sofa and rubbed my son's head.

" Yes Ma?"

" Said by Nanan. Does Nana cry often? Did ya? "

" Yes." Yeah." He answered, still faithfully chewed his food.

" Naufal made Nana cry?"

" No Ma?" Quickly answered Naufal, shaking his head.

" Continue because of what Nana's crying?" Ask again. Making Naufal speechless frown. It was like remembering why she was crying.

" mbak Nana just said, want to be my brother is not fal. even though I am not the son of papa Rama. That's Ma! " Tiru Naufal Nana's speech made frowning to hear Naufal's speech.

Not papa Rama's son?

Whatdoes thatmean? Until my eyes are perfectly rounded when I remember Rama's words.

Thanks anyway? This is my first.

Rama is still bujang.

Not papa Rama's son?

I was stunned, closing my lips with two hands as I deduced everything myself about Rama and Nana.

If Nana is not Rama's son, who is Nana's real parent. And from where Nana knows Rama is not her papa.

Did Rama tell you?

No way, Rama would not have possibly said that to Nana and there was no way Rama would have hurt Nana who was already like his own son.

But who?

The mama?

What mama. That wouldn't be possible either. I was shocked when my little hand touched my hand. And I smiled looking at Nana who had changed clothes.

" Mama why?" Ask Nana.

" What's wrong, dear?" I answered with dewy eyes. " Here Mama wants to hug Nana." Imbuhku again, pulled Nana into my arms. Gently rubbing the princess' hair and also her back.

A child like Nana can be strong enough to hold her own sadness. Why can we hear the harsh reality. I really couldn't hold back my tears, I took off my arms and I kissed Nana's confused face on seeing me cry.

" Rama, hurry home." Mumbles.

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