Wife Brought

Maaf

/Your mother is evil./

/Your mother is not a good woman./

/Your mother has lied to you! For the sake of his own life./

/Your mother is not dead!/

/Your mother never cares about you./

And there are many more bad thoughts that are in the mind of Rama. But the boy understood that his mother never loved him. The mother had lied and hated herself, to the point of not taking care of her at all.

Since yesterday, since,

Rama was much more silent than usual. Rama continued to think about this problem and it made Annisa who always noticed the growth and development of Rama so worried. In every job, the woman was always contemplating and thinking about what really happened to her child.

"Annais?"

The woman who was cutting the vegetables gasped and immediately turned her head in confusion. Staring in a daze at her in-laws who were already staring confusedly.

"Yes? I'm sorry mom, I'm not focused at all."

"No ... But if you have any more problems. You don't have to help mommy cook. You just take a break. Mom, look at your situation a little messed up. You got a problem?"

"Mom .. mommy doesn't feel like something's going on with Rama?" honestly Annisa who could not help her confusion in her heart. "What is the same Rama? why from yesterday he looks more silent and daydreaming. I asked him too, saying it was okay. But I understand that Rama has a problem."

Mommy Chika recalled her grandson's changing attitude and only realized Annisa's speech was true.

"But .. pas mom came here, she looked ordinary. Why do you think it's gini now? Does she like it when mom comes? or how?"

"No, I don't think it's because of that. But there's something else. I will try to ask Bram. Who knows Bram knows something. But it's not just Ramah that has changed. But, I think. Mas Bram is also a bit more diem in the usual appeal."

"Yes already .. meningan you met Rama first because Bram has not come home. You do not need to help your mother cook. You know Rama."

"Yes, mom. Sorry I can't help you yet."

Mommy Chika flutters her hands in the air, asking Annisa to take care of Rama instead of helping her.

Gaining that support, Annisa quickly opened the apron and hung it. Then he went to Rama's room. He knocked on the door. No answer at all. Annisa tapped on the song. There was still no answer, leading Annisa to apologize slowly before opening her son's room door.

The dark atmosphere immediately swept over Annisa.

Annisa closed her eyes, trying to hold back the stinging emotions. He turned on the lamp and was stunned to see the body of the child sitting between the balcony doors and looked away at the sky that began to be orange.

"Rome .."

The boy looked up and wiped his tears. Annisa could see for a moment her son's tears. The woman was stunned, still trying to control her emotions. She smiled and sat behind her son. Bringing Rama's body into his lap. Annisa put her head over Rama's head. Not hit him at all.

"Is there anyone you think of?"

"..."

"You don't know what you're going through. But mamah there's a little story, you want to be horrified."

Rama's body reacted and he nodded small.

"It is said that there was a little girl who felt she only had herself. Many families were around him, but .. somehow the woman always felt lonely. Until one day, the girl was getting tired of keeping everything by herself. He cried alone, without anyone knowing. She's terrified. And yes he enjoys his own sadness."

"..."

"Until .. someday the daughter met an excellent fairy godmother. At first the boy was still reluctant to tell him about the grief he was experiencing. But the longer, the boy began to understand. If he could never keep it all by himself. He needs someone to be a listener in his life ..."

".."

"The story is very simple. Because finally the fairy godmother managed to persuade the girl and she told me. But that's not the point ..."

Rama became more interested and turned his head, looking directly into his mama's eyes. Binaran in the eyes of Rama, a little make Annisa grateful if the child is not as sad as before.

"The essence of the story .. after he began to open his heart to others and share his story. The girl began to feel the burden on her body disappear. He was more relieved. Because in the end he didn't keep it all by himself and he was much happier in living it."

"..."

"Just like you."

Annisa touched Rama's chest with her fingertips.

"Here you know that you no longer Vit or something makes you sad. But mamah is also saddened by the fact that you do not believe mamah as your place of story ..."

Annisa smiled thinly while rubbing Rama's cheeks that began to look down. Holding back her cries.

"You don't know what's going on here. With you silencing even make mamah so do not know what to do and how. Because this is the first time that mommy is in a kayak gini position and facing a child who has a problem."

Annisa took a deep breath and started combing her son's hair with her fingers.

"But .. mamah just wanted to say, if there is still mamah here. My mom will be a good listener for you. So, do not hesitate to tell the same story. You don't have to worry, you'll get angry or upset. Because mamah will be very seneng if you make mamah as a good listener."

"..."

Rama began to sob little, making the woman's heart hurt to watch her son like this. For a moment, Annisa closed her eyes to endure the pain of seeing her child like this.

Annisa still doesn't understand.

At the age of three years, why Rama can save grief until like this.

"Maybe .. all this time you've been alone, so used to holding everything by yourself. But now there is mama. Here there is a mama who will always come by your side. You are no longer alone. There's mama. Mama will always be by your side."

"..."

"But my mother did not force you. Because you are afraid to be uncomfortable or not like. So, mamah will your feelings every night and will never touch this problem. Unless, you're the one who wants to tell her own story."

Annisa looked at her son's eyes carefully.

"Just be happy, son ..."

And one second later, Annia's body was pierced by Rama. The child hugged tightly and cried in Annisa's arms.

"Your, sorry ..."