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Episode 11
---- Year 2002 ------ Year
Ken just finished his first day of elementary school. After kissing the hand of his adoptive mother who was waiting at the front door, he rushed to put his bag into any place and ran upstairs.
“Ken, if running later falls, loh!” Goddess, the Mother warns Ken.
“Iya, Mom!” sahut Ken's. He then slowed his steps.
The goddess smiled to see her son who had turned seven years old was very obedient.
As soon as he arrived in front of Sumita's room, Ken immediately opened the door of the room and entered.
“Tante!” yells.
“See, deh! Ken wears red and white uniform!” flaunting.
Seeing Ken's behavior, Sumita became anxious and fussed at Ken's chubby cheeks slowly.
“Ken handsome bang!” his praise.
“At school there were many friends. There's Friska, Nayla, Gea, Yuli, same Laila.” Ken mentioned one by one the names of friends who invited him to meet today.
Sumita tesiling. It turned out that he was a child like this he had already attracted the attention of many girls.
“They are beautiful not?” ask Sumita prank.
“But pretty! Especially Gea. Her son is so funny. tooth's toothless. If you laugh too hard. But, because I said I can't talk about people's physical shortcomings, so Ken just. Though Ken peg said that Gea ompongnya make more beautiful.” Ken is long.
Sumita forced her laughter. Luckily Ken didn't say it. Thought Sumita.
“But but, nothing is as pretty as aunt Sumita. Ken became a aunt's kangen earlier.” Further.
“Aih, still small pinter really ngegombal.” The pinching of Ken's little nose was fat.
Treated like that, Ken got a little upset. His pouting face looked very cute.
“Tante, ih. If I am aunty serious. If Ken grows up, Ken will marry his aunt. So, Ken learned romantic talking.”
“Hish! You tuh. Still a child learning science. Let pinter go ahead. Aunty does not want ah, marry the same guy who does not pinter.” Reject Sumita in a tone that children can still accept. After this it seems like he needs to warn the Goddess not to watch the soap opera while in front of Ken.
Ken lowered his head in shame. He just wanted to please his aunt.
“But, aunt thank you so much for being praised. Praised by Ken it feels so good!” said Sumita.
Ken then sat down on the bed next to Sumita sitting down. She hugged Sumita tightly.
“Tante. Ken I am very much the same aunt. If there's no aunt, Ken might not be as happy as he is right now. There's Mom, there's Dad, there's Auntie. Ken might not be able to go to elementary school. If it is big, Ken who will make aunty happy.” Her speech.
Sumita was moved to hear Ken's sincere words. He gently brushed Ken's hair.
“Thank you. My aunt is also the same Ken. Aunty is already very fond of Ken seneng.”
Ken then looked up at his aunt, then said, “But Ken wants aunt to be the happiest. No more evil monsters, no more trouble working, and no longer need to protect Ken.”
Ckckck. Decak Sumita was amazed.
How smart will this kid be in the future? A child is like this.
Sumita let out a long breath so amazed at this boy she loved the most.
Ken's eyes sparkled with curiosity. Moreover, he is also saturated with delicate creatures.
Sumita then revealed a red-eyed ring on her right thumb.
“Try you take this ring.” the door on Ken.
Ken also tried to remove the ring from Sumita's finger. But it turned out to be quite difficult. Though the ring did not seem too small on Sumita's finger, so it should not be too difficult to take it off. Sumita also did not use any ruse to make the ring difficult to remove.
“Iiih... really hard, Te!” lamented Ken.
Once again he tried to take it, but it still failed.
Then, Sumita pulled her hand back. He remembered the words of the elder he had known long ago, “The King gave them to his beloved sons and daughters as well as the sons and daughters who loved him the most. That's what you should be looking for.”
Maybe now Ken's heart, he's not number one yet. So, want to try as hard as any ring can not be removed at this time.
Disappointed ken. He couldn't take the ring off. He's got. It means he can't be happy with his tant.
Both hands of Sumita cupped Ken's face, then he said, “Gak papa. Ken's not big enough. Aunt will continue to wait for Ken.”
Ken breathed a sigh of relief because his aunt wanted to wait for him. For Sumita, waiting for a dozen more years was not a difficult thing. After all he had waited hundreds of years until Ken was born to save him.
--- - Year 2020 ----- - Year
“Ken, auntie, it's time you took this ring.”
They're speechless.
In fact, this time Ken is still not sure he can remove the ring. He tried many times before, but failed. The reason, according to Sumita, is because it is not yet the time.
“What in my aunt's heart is already number one? Or still Prala?” ask Ken.
Sumita shocked. Ken already knows.
“I've heard aunty and Mom chat. He said aunty should be the one I care about the most, and I should be the most auntie. The ring can be removed. Then aunt and I can live a normal life like everyone else. The ring will bind my strength, and the aunt will also age with me.”
“I've made aunt number one and the only one in my heart. Am I also number one and the only one in aunt's heart?”
Sumita could not answer. Because he knew that Prala was still in his heart. He still can't replace Prala with anyone. For this reason, Sumita could not look at Ken and answer him with the word ‘iya’ to him.
‘Cup’
Without warning, Ken kissed Sumita's cheek. This made Sumita look at Ken and their eyes met again.
“Looks like I have to kiss aunty's cheek every day. That way, auntie will keep looking at me like now.”
I don't know what Sumita should do to a man who has grown up. If you say there is no Ken in his heart, of course it is a lie. Sumita had always regarded Ken as a valuable person to her. Not just as a person who would make him a normal human being. How can their bond after being together for a dozen years only limited to aunts and nephews?
However, for Sumita, her feelings for Ken and her feelings for Prala were different. Because of this, Ken could not remove the ring on Sumita's finger. Even though it's Ken's own property, Ken can't keep it.
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