Turning Hell into Heaven

Azkian Cry

"Mother try to contact Dad first yes, Sister on condition that Azkia does not cry anymore. Ok?"

Dara gently rubbed the two cheeks of her eldest child, Azkia who had been up until now did not stop flowing tears.

After school, Azkia cried because her father, Lukman, missed the promise they had agreed to via cell phone from a week ago.

Lukman without any notice to his alpaan did not come to the school of the child to participate in the Azkia class activities that 'parents tell stories with the theme :ideas'.

So Azkia who had hoped a lot for the father who missed it had to swallow a bitter pill from disappointment.

Of all the students, only Lukman as his father was the alpha of the story about the profession involved.

Azkia, who will only be seven years old, should not deserve to be presented with sadness, especially disappointed over the treatment of the closest people.

Dara was seen ending her phone call.

In accordance with the requirements he submitted to Azkia, Dara contacted Lukman for the issuance of a smile on the face of the princess who was lost due to Lukman's negligence in keeping his promise.

"Sister, I'll be here any minute. Brother don't be sad anymore yes," Pinta Dara while stroking the back of her son who still leaves a vibration from the sobs of crying.

"Sister, eat this will ya."

Azkia's sister Alsava also tried to eliminate her brother's sadness by giving a packet of chocolate.

Azkia just shook her head slowly.

Dara squeezed Alsava into her arms while her hands incessantly stroked Azkia's back.

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"Other times if unable to even want to keep do not make promises!"

"As if you were the perfect mother!" Lukman began to quibble over his faults.

Dara began to get emotional.

"Because I'm an imperfect mother, I never give hope to children. And, yes I am an imperfect mother but Azkia and Alsava have never cried out of regret for being disappointed in my treatment!" dara firmly.

"Stop Dara! I'm willing to leave Kiki in distress because of her pregnancy, not to argue with you but for Azkia, my daughter"

Lukman reached into his pants pocket trying to find his car keys. He wanted to get out of the Dara house.

"Toh Azkia I have calmed down, no cry anymore why I have to stay here for a long time" thought Lukman.

"Dad"

Azkia who had previously slept after being accompanied and soothed Lukman now stands in the living room where Dara and Lukman have just had an argument.

"Yes Brother? How awake? What does Azkia want, baby?" Lukman approached Azkia.

"Where is Dad going? I sleep here, don't I?" Azkia's two eyes reflected a hopeful desire.

"Nng-that's baby, I have to anu ..." Lukman is ready to create an excuse.

"Why is it now busy working dad always does not sleep at home, never also phone or VC brother and adek again. I don't love us anymore"

Then Azkia's cry broke again. It was just that this time it seemed like more than just a cry but an expression of feelings.

Evidently, the touch of Lukman's instinct as a father. Lukman, who has not been home since four months ago, is now willing to give up his daughter's desire to sleep in the house.

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