Trying To Be Faithful

Achtian sorrow

"Mba, that if again make a cake wearing a real shirt, the character of the sticky book on the fall. Can be horrified if you want to eat there is a feather smells good how it is."

Hasna laughing. "Damn. Yeah, it's not." Hasna laughed again. He's making a sponge for his birthday.

"Yes, dih. Pastor has no hands. Keep that hair too, pack what cake. This cake wielder is a sloven."

"Whispering knows, God. Ah, close the phone. Disturb to know."

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry. I'm angry, joked doang too."

Hasna glared while advancing her lower lip.

"Funny know, again ... again ...."

Hasna laughed again, she who was upset was even made amused by the attitude of the gods. This one man often makes him upset, but Hasna laughs more often after knowing him.

"Mba, don't forget tomorrow and beautiful but make up don't kayak ondel-ondel, yes. The clothes are nice, simple but sweet."

"Yes, baffles!"

"We also have to behave like real lovers. Starting from the language must also be like a real girlfriend. Try the exercise."

"What training? I'm sure I'm using a rehearsal."

"Yes, I have to be softer, don't think I'm kayaking right now. Know, Honey?"

"I'm so ticklish."

"Or baby?"

Hasna laughing.

"Well, why laugh, anyway? Seriously, Mba." Raden was getting upset.

"Yes, yeah. We'll rehearse again."

"Aaaah, really. I call By aja. That trend again."

"By? Meaning aunty? Bi inem, Bi onah, Bi ... Who else is it."

"Well, not those aunts, it stands for Baby, Mba. Oh, my goodness, mother-mom's cooperation, boisterous!"

Hasan laughed again at the god's annoyance at him.

"Yes, sorry. Yes, let's repeat once again, dear." Hasna tried to soften her voice.

"Well, that's dong."

"Tomorrow, Nay same Shaki brought too huh. If left behind, I'm confused who I want to be signed to."

"Well, bring them a motorbike with everything."

This time Hasna did not laugh, she smiled hearing the God's reply.

"Yes, Mba. This is my boyfriend calling. We'll just keep it together again."

"Help ... How do you cheat?" Hana whining.

"Ish, what the hell. Tired of the horror. Hiiii ..."

Hasna laughed at the God of Bergidig.

"Yes, I closed it first, Mba."

Hasna nodded, smiling. The god was seen smiling before he closed the video call.

Hasna refocused on the sponge she was making. While giving the cream oada balls, hp Hasna again rang. A chat came in.

"Tante, what are you doing? Tia kangen."

Hasna frowned. He who had long been questioned Akhtia, now suddenly he got wa.

Hasna saves the cream spoon, starts typing reply chat from Akhtia.

"Why, Honey? How are you?"

"*Same kangen Kuput, same Nay, same Shaki. Want to play together again. Aunt when to play home?"

"Auntie's busy, son. Alhamdulillah has come forward."

"I'm going with her horror. Auntie when do you want to see Puput? I'm coming with ya."

"Next month, my dear. Yes, can. Later Aunt pick you up, we look at Puput together. How's your brother doing?"

"It's busy because it's the final level. I'm at home alone with such sorrow and such a heavy burden*."

Hasna frowned, astonished at the words of Achtia. The sadness? A burden?

Long ago Achtia did not reply.

"Tante ... (sad emotes)"

Hasna was curious, she did not reply to the chat from Akhtia, but directly called her. One time, two times, three times still no answer.

Hasna kept her phone back, worked on her ball order. After she finished her shower, get ready to drop off the order and pick up Nay at school.

"Where are we going, Bun? How come here?" nay asked as their car walked in the opposite direction of the house.

"Nay miss with Tia, don't you?"

"Sister Tia?" ask Nay sumringah. It was obvious in his eyes that the little boy missed Achtia.

"Heem. Nay want to see you?"

"Mauuu .. We're going there now, Bun?"

"Yes. Mommy's going to Tia's house."

"Ye ye ye. To sister tia's house, to sister Tia's house."

Hasna smiled as she glanced at the excited Nay.

What's wrong with you, Tia? Are you at home or at school?

Hasna reached Raden's courtyard. He was greeted warmly by the driver and the security guard of the house.

As soon as he entered, he met Bi Juria.

"Oh my God, mother ...." Bi Juriah was so happy and sad to see Hasna coming. He immediately kept the duster, and walked quickly closer to Hasna.

"Bi ...." Hasna hugged Bi jyria. The middle-aged woman felt awkward. She looks uncomfortable when hugged Hasna, considering she is only a maid. However, on the other hand he also felt happy about being treated as a human by Hasna.

"Auntie how are you? What about Tuti and the others, you're all healthy right?"

"Healthy, Mom. Alhamdulillahot.

"Bi, where's Tia?"

"Well, I know Akhtia isn't in school."

True allegations.

"Insting, Bi." Hasna laughed a little. "Yes, I went to the room first, yeah. Nay misses her brother."

"Eh, non pretty misses Tia's sister, huh? kangen same aunt also not?"

Nay nodded shyly.

"Come, Nay. We're going to brother's room. Bi, I'm sorry first."

"What would you like to drink?"

"No need, Bi. I'll take it myself if I'm thirsty."

"Yes, Mom."

Hasna walked up the stairs to go to Achtia's room. Hasna had trouble opening the door because it was locked from the inside.

"Tia, Honey. Open the door dong, this is Auntie, son."

"Sister .. It's me." Nay spoke up. Not long after that the door opened. Achtia appeared from behind the door with puffy eyes, and disheveled hair.

"Oh Allah, Tia. What's the matter, honey? you sick? Huh?" Hasa examined the head of Achtia, tidied her hair and wiped the tears that were still left on her beautiful face.

They came in and sat on the bed.

"What's up, kid? Why have you been away from Auntie lately? Do you have maslahah? Say, baby."

"Tante why did you come all the way here?"

"Why else if not for worrying about you."

"I'm not saying that I'm home, why is Aunt coming?"

Hasna smile. The sad Akhtia.

"You weren't born from Auntie's womb, but Auntie is still a mother, son. Aunty can tell you're not okay. It is impossible for an Achtian to send such a message when he is in school."

Suddenly Achtia cried loudly, hugging Achtia so tightly.

"Cry, Son. Don't hold it."

Hasna hugged Achtia tightly, rubbing her back gently.