Wolf Child
Am I not your son?
"accept this" said the grandfather giving a necklace.
"necklace? what's for?" alara was confused.
"can you tell your son to stay away?" whispered the grandfather.
"why?"
"let them stay away for a moment, especially your little one" he whispered.
"emm alright .. Arya Dirga try you guys check dad is done or not" Alara orders her two sons.
After the two sons left the grandfather immediately whispered something to Alara, his eyes immediately glared in disbelief, his body shaking violently in disbelief at what he heard.
All the way home Alara just fell silent, the woman continued to dissolve in her own mind, actually Duwan realized there was something strange from his wife, he said, but the man chose silence because there was a child with them.
"tok tok tok .. did you sleep?"
That night Arya could not sleep, the boy chose to go to his mother and asked to sing his favorite sleep song because it had become his habit.
"why haven't you slept?" ask Alara.
"don't know" he answered.
"come here" said Alara softly.
With pleasure Arya immediately lay her head on her mother's lap, the warmest and most comfortable place second after her mother's embrace.
"you sing me a sleeping song" she asked.
"jeez, you don't get tired of hearing that song" Alara said.
"let's just sing it for me" Arya closed her eyes.
"hmm okay"
🎶sun is changing months now
🎶white clouds in the sky are now changing stars
🎶close your eyes and knit your dreams
🎶trust the angel of the night take care of you
🎶you are my strong and tough little lion
🎶you are my brave little lion
🎶you are the sun in my body
🎶you are the moon in my dark night
🎶together my love is only for you
🎶dream and reach for it
🎶hmm hmmm.
A simple sleep song that always cradles Arya's hearing that night actually keeps her awake, even though her eyes closed but the boy did not sleep at all.
How could the boy fall asleep, as long as the song was sung his mother's tears never stopped dripping on his cheeks, as if his mother had just gotten a tremendous wound.
"why are you crying?" inner Aryan.
Her soft hands still continued to gently stroke Arya's hair, occasionally those delicate hands also gently patted her head.
"cup"
"you love you so much Arya, I love you so much" she kissed her son's cheek.
"sad you can say what's really going on" Duwan said.
The man could not bear to see the tears of his wife, hard women like his wife very rarely cry, for 9 years married Alara only a few times crying, even because her son was injured.
"i. .. I don't want to lose my son's hyx" she cried suddenly broke
"what do you mean?" ask the man confused.
"i'm afraid Duwan I'm afraid" he said, sobbing.
"heyy listen to me, what are you afraid of? what happens until you think so?" ask Duwan.
"Arya's my son he's my son, right?" lirih.
"what kind of question is that? of course he's your son, whose son is he?"
"Deg" arrived just as Arya's heartbeat beat hard, the boy seemed to have made a mistake because it came to his mother at an inappropriate time.
"why is mom talking like that? what's the problem really?" aryan mind is getting curious.
"let's talk outside, lest he wake up from hearing his mother's cry" Duwan gently asked.
After the sound of the door closed, Arya opened her eyes, the boy was very curious about what his parents were talking about.
With the boy's heart soaked into the door, he pressed his ears and wished he could hear clearly.
"what's up? let's tell me, did you hear anything at the market this afternoon?" ask Duwan.
"no" she answered.
"then why are you crying like that? is there something with king Vijaya that makes you so riled up?" asked Duwan seriously.
"nothing, it's just that suddenly I feel scared" he said.
"fear why? please tell me clearly, don't hide anything from me" Duwan asked.
"i don't understand either, I just feel scared that one day Arya will be taken from me, I'm afraid that my son will leave me, I'm afraid that I'm very afraid" he said.
"how can a son be taken from his mother? and how can a son leave his mother?" duwan.
"just as the fear always follows me, the more I love and love it, the more it grows in my heart" he said.
"greep" Duwan hugged his wife.
"don't think so, Arya is our son until whenever he remains our son, if anyone tries to seize him then we will fight him, he said, if that brat wants to leave us and make you cry then I'll tie him up and hit him" Duwan comforted.
"hiks . hey . haa haa what are you talking about" Alara said in tears as she laughed.
"of course, speaking of future plans, I don't care whether it's Arya or Dirga if one of them makes you cry then I'm gonna hit him"
"hey stop discussing******, you make the atmosphere of haru become amused" said Alara upset.
"he hee so dong, I prefer my beloved wife angry angry than crying like that" said Duwan rubbed his wife's cheek.
"do I look ugly when I cry?" ask Alara.
"from the ugly you look like a stranded dog who's taking shelter from the rain under a tree"
"you're saying I look like a dog?"
"lohh why? you even often call me a cat in front of children" Duwan replied not to lose.
"dog"
"i'm a wolf, you idiot" he said.
"well, well, I don't care if you're a dog wolf or a cat, whatever it is that you're obviously my beloved wife, emuah emuah emuah"
"plakk .. stop this crazy cat"
"ahhh yes yes right, I am crazy hahaa" he laughed.
"pluk .. can I marry a man like this" he said.
The next morning Duwan went back to the forest, the man wanted to find moss plants that would become his new herb, because a few days ago Arya who accompanied him so today Dirga was the one who came.
Dirga was very happy to follow his father into the forest, because there he could freely change shape and race with Kai, and of course could be free all day from the scolding of the mother.
"Can you help mom?" yelled Alara from the courtyard.
"while ma'am" Arya replied from inside.
After a while Arya came out with her book, countless number of books of knowledge that the boy studied, Alara herself to be confused how to remove her first son from the snare of books.
"heh if the road is not while reading a book, it will be sans .."
"bruukk .. ouhh" he lamented.
"uh right? I haven't finished talking yet" Alara said.
"he hee" he laughed.
"let go of the book, now the piece of wood is there" he ordered.
"a lot of mama" he protested.
"if you continue to protest, mother will add to your duties" he threatened.
"ohh no no, I will finish the task before father and sister go home" he said immediately running.
"huhh basic child, what the hell is it fun to read a book like this?" geruti Alara wonder.
"braak bruk prak bruk" the sound of split wood continued to be heard in the courtyard of the house.
No matter the sun was on top of his gray hair Arya continued to split the pile of wood in front of him, his wet clothes he had thrown in any direction, making his white body sunbathe under the sun directly.
"Arya stop first, eat first son" call Alara.
"while, ma'am responsibility"
Arya is the type of child who does not like to put off work, he always tries to finish his work before doing other work.
After finishing splitting the wood the child immediately moved and piled it to the edge of the house, even the wood he arranged neatly because the child was very fond of neatness.
"aduuhh tired" he complained when he entered the house.
"mother told you to eat when the sun was on your sweet potato, and we just entered the house when the sun was leaning west" replied Alara.
"ishh this mother is a crewet once" she decreed.
"thank God you have a mother as crewet as me, now take a shower first there" he ordered.
"ahh but I'm hungry" whined Arya.
"shower Arya first, look at your body" complained Alara.
"but I'm hungry mommy" he whined.
"who's wrong with not listening to you?"
"huh well, but later I ask in a bribe well" he said immediately running.
"bribery? hey you're a baby" cried Alara.
After bathing and changing into clothes the boy immediately sat sweetly in front of his mother, he put a smile with an innocent face on his mother like a 2-year-old boy.
After taking a heavy breath Alara and then feeding her son, Arya is indeed a cold and stiff child, but in the presence of Alara sometimes her attitude turned into very spoiled, very spoiled, and if the boy had asked, Alara would not have been able to refuse him.
During the meal Arya no ceasing to look at the face of his mother, until in the last feed Alara was not able to stand the behavior of his son.
"hisss you here, what's really on mom's face?" ask Alara.
"ehhh .. of course there are eyes there is a nose and there are lips, what else is ma'am?" answerable
"trus why are you staring at me like that?" ask Alara.
"it can't look at my own face"
"hehhh this kid learned from where does a word like this come from?" alara was a little upset.
"ho hooo is of course from mom, where it might be from dad" he replied honestly.
"aih you are very good at playing the word yah" he said menonyor kepal Arya.
"hehee, ma'am, how old are you now?"
"why ask that?"
"i just want to know, from earlier I observed mother's face but there was not the slightest wrinkle on mother's face" he replied.
"hohooo of course, in addition to beautiful mothers are also good at taking care of themselves" he replied narcissistically.
"yes yes, so I was curious about the age of mother, mother is even still very suitable to be called as sister by me"
"ha haaa are you seducing me? you want to be a dappled nose?" said it.
"hey's right, ma'am"
"haha alright, my mother is 27 years old" he replied.
"wah is very young, means you got married in your teens?" ask Arya again.
"yes, I got married at the age of 18" she replied.
"more or less?"
"emm over 2 or 3 months mom doesn't really remember" he replied.
"now the mother is 27 years old and she is married to the father at the age of 18, if 27 - 18 the result is 9, the father is 18, mom and dad got married for less than 9 years but I'm 9 years and 3 months?"
"mother"
"hm"
"aren't I your real son?"
"preaangg" the plate in Alara's hand fell off.
Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight Alara just gawked without being able to say a word, even to breathe his throat seemed to be suffocating, just last night she shared her fear with her husband but this afternoon it happened to her.
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