Women & Destiny (Edit-revision Process)

The happiness that should be

Three years later......

On a clear morning in a village in Sumatra.

Calm. Peace. Complete with birds chirping from next door neighbor's house.

The woman was forced to take down her morning newspaper when a cute, cute little boy with a very adorable smile kept wiggling his legs.

Requesting attention.

"Why else, baby?"

"The plane is broken Mah, Wet." He said with a parched expression. "Look at it. Ugly, Mah," he said again.

"Continue?"

"Create again mama, makein again.." whine.

"Tomorrow we make it, yes, the paper runs out. Mama hasn't been shopping."

"Yaaah.." The boy looked real sad.

"Don't be sad... Tomorrow we go to the market all you want to buy milk, we buy paper too." Said the woman comforting her son who has now returned sumringah.

"True mamah, tomorrow we go for a walk?!"

"Yes, what time is it, A?"

The boy wavered, and it was like that every mother asked him for time. "Ehhm--hhm..."

"How much?" ask her mother again, holding back a laugh.

"That's Mah, Aa's confused" said the boy named Adam.

"Why confused?" ask her mother again. "Would you name the needle at what number?"

"Which short is long, Mah?"

"Yes his two-two dong, dear." he said as he rubbed his son's head.

"The one short at six Mah, the one that is long..... In...figure four!!"

"So, read.... Holy jeez!! A, mama should get ready soon." Said the woman who had suddenly gone into a hurry. "Look, A," the woman took her son in who was surprised to see his mother's strange behavior while shaking her head.

Finished changing clothes and polishing a little face, then combing her hair, the woman was bidding farewell to her son and assistant and now became her only family and best friend.

"Honey, Mamah left first yes," said the woman and then kissed the top of her son's head. Don't bother Susi, remember?!"

"Yes, Mah." Said Adam pouting.

"Sus, I left first yes, today cook the menu the day after tomorrow."

"Good, Mom." Answer's short. "Oh yes Ma'am, just now I took a bath, there are people from the village, he said the day after the village would like to attend a free medical event. And they want to discuss it with Mom later this afternoon."

"Oh, Okay fine. If it comes later, say it later in the afternoon I come."

"Good, Mom."

"Don't forget, so much the lazy boy, Sus, too,"

Hearing the last request made Susi laugh.  To him it was already very clear who that lazy brat meant.

Let's say lazy. No less adorable.

Who else if not Adam's brother. 

***

That afternoon the market was crowded.

The stores that line up are almost all busy catering to prospective buyers.

Likewise, Adam, accompanied by his mother was busy going back and forth in one of the shops that provide toys and stationery.

Adam was busy choosing which toys he would bring home.

The boy raised a toy gun and showed his mother asking for approval but then put it back down after her mother shook her head in disapproval.

Sometimes wonder also his mother, if not the plane must be his son chose a gun. It seems that both of those things are very interesting to his son.

Adam took a replica fighter plane. Then show her mother again.

"There's been a lot of that A" the mother protested.

Adam pouted, but before long he came back cheerful. Basic children.

Then Adam took a robot that he found on the last shelf. Close to paper and books.

So excited Adam ran not to see the left right again, because he wanted to immediately show off his toys to his mother.

At the intersection of the shop hallway he hit someone and his body bounced a few cents, as well as his toys. But amazingly, he did not cry at all.

"Because Adam's a hotshot. So you can't cry, can you Mah?" the boy remembered the words he had said when he found his mother crying alone at night.

"Oh God! Are you all right?" ask the man Adam hit.

Adam who was still in pain because his elbow hit the store floor could only grimace resignedly.

"Come on buddy, I'll help you stand up" the man held out his hand. "Smart kids won't cry, Right?!" said again.

Adam welcomed the hand, "Thank you" Adam said.

A very friendly child.

Bima looked again at the little boy who might be 3-4 years old with a pair of clear brown eyes that were very alluring. Her hair is black and a little curly. Her face is Asian-Javanese. Similar to the faces of the children he met in Jakarta.

It's too different from the other kids here.

Then, his mother appeared suddenly and immediately ambushed his son.

After two years Bima looking for his wife in Singapore, finally in the third year he gave up. And learn to mengikhlaskan while still continuing the treatment. But now it is precisely as if God is disturbing the heart that is learning sincerely by sending someone who is very similar to Anin.

"It's not so silly to find it this way. God must be joking with me!"

"You, okay, baby?!" his mother asked him, holding the boy's body, and "What's sick, where's sick?" turning back Adam's body. His voice that sounded panicked excessively made someone standing behind him frown.

"Mom-mature instincts," he thought. While smiling.

And as quickly as lightning the smile disappeared changed in surprise as the woman twisted her body.

"You are that! Anine..." His face trembled.His words just slid.

The roof of the shop collapsed on the woman's head. When he recognized the voice, he recognized the man who was looking at him with a stare.

"Bim Mas...." Anin muttered with trembling lips to hold back the haru. "Oh my god!"

He did not recognize Bima. His appearance has changed a lot. He was thinner, and his face looked older. Her black hair is now two-colored. Turban was seen in several parts of the head as if evidence that how much the man suffered for the past three years.

No longer care about the bags. With all his longing Bima hugged Anin until the woman fatigue set the rhythm of his breath and heartbeat.

It turns out that for a man who has hurt her many times it still feels the same, her love is still the same, her heart is still the same.

The feeling is still the same!

People looked in wonder at them.

Adam who was also astonished began to pull and hit the body of the man who was hugging his mother.

"Hey, loose!! OLD MAN!" he said while hitting Bima's leg. "Hey, LET GO OF MY MAMA!!" adam began to grow angry and angry.

But his screams did not bear fruit until he finally decided to use his ultimate weapon, namely: "PUBIT" Adam pinch the BETIS MEN IT.

And the effort succeeded.

The little pinch was able to restore the consciousness of the two adults who according to Adam were acting strange and embarrassing.

Bima finally let go of the hug continued to look at the little boy who had just pinched it which felt exactly like he was biting an ant. Then he looked at Anin in turn.

The woman smiled at him with a nod of her head.

"Him?? Child...Me?!" Bima's sigh trembled withstanding the azure novelty in her heart.

His eyes looked back at the boy nearby with a feeling that was hard to express in words.

The feeling of a man who for the first time realized, he had become a father. From a child who doesn't even recognize him.

A child he had never seen since birth. Never touched it.

Feelings of happiness and guilt mingled in his heart. Making his arm like an all-powerful electric power to immediately hug the boy.

He held it firmly in his chest. He whispered in his ear that he now had a father who would protect him.

"May I hug him?" Pinta Bima hesitated.

"Hug. He always asks his father." Then Anin instructed her son. "Adam, say hello to papa!"

"Name Adam?" Ask the man. He put the boy in his arms.

"Kiss papa, baby!" pinta Bima's.

But Adam pushed his chest and looked at her hesitantly.

"Rubber...Om my papa?" adam asked in a voice as funny as his eyes.

"Of course I'm your papa" Bima said with a smile. "You don't see, how are the two of us so similar?"

"What's your name?'' ask Adam without ignoring the sentence Bima. His attention was being spilled on the creature in front of him.

"Adam!!"

Bima looked towards Anin.

Anin returned Bima's gaze with a smile. And because smiling with tears pooled the woman so it looks very adorable.

Making Bima almost unable to hold herself back anymore to embrace her. Kissed her. Spilling longing.

"Where do you live? Is there an empty place for me?"

"Sadly, all the rooms are full."

"Then we need a hotel room for tonight."

"After you take care of your groceries."

They exchanged a friendly smile, as if no one else was there.

"How's Old Papa doing, okay?" anin asked slowly with her eyes glancing at the man's arm.

- sew-on scars

They continued to chat exchanging information, while walking hand in hand with Adam was on the shoulders of Bima.

That afternoon, the three of them walked through the crowded shops only on weekends. "What business got stranded here?" ask Anin curiously.

"Pick you home." Tap it with an alluring smile typical Bas Bima Aji style. In fact, Bima is reviewing the location of the Trans-Sumatra toll project that is being handled.

Bima embraces the shoulder of the old woman he did not meet. Bringing him close to his body.

Dusk is not always the same. But Dusk knows where a beautiful place to find a night that misses him.

It seemed like time had managed to erase Anin's anger and hate. Or never even hate between them?

Distance always works - separation-teaches to be sincere and let go of all the pain in his heart.

And gradually the maturity of age managed to teach him a very perfect ego control.

All cannot be separated from a sincere love that can defeat everything. With sincerity at its peak.