From Brother to Mother (Om Dik )
Families

That day came, where Misha dressed up like a beautiful princess with a beautiful pink salem dress attached to her tiny body. He will soon be celebrating his 7th birthday. Misha was already sitting sweetly in the living room. Because the party will be held in the courtyard of the house, Misha wants to go out with her father and Delia, considering the two people are still getting ready.

"Darling, your friends have arrived. Yuk, come out the same eye," Mother came to invite Misha so that she can welcome her friends who have come.

"Misha, wait for my father with my sister Delia. They were so long ago," Misha nagged instead.

"And you can wait for them in front, dear," said eyang persuaded.

"No, I'm..."

"Misha, I'm ready. Yuk, we're ahead" said his father.

Finally Dika came with a casual suit that made the man more handsome and charming.

"Well, handsome father," praised Misha.

"Yes dong..." Dika felt proud because her daughter was praising her.

"But big sister Delia hasn't come out, Dad," Misha said.

"Misha, Mama's ready too."

All eyes and sight lead to that voice. The two women were fascinated to see Delia's appearance look completely different. Dress matching the color of Misha's clothes and the hair he buns up, do not forget the white glasses perched on his tiny nose, adding to the beauty of his current appearance.

"Sister."

"Etsss, today there is no sister, but mother."

"Eh, forgot. Mama," Misha ran to hug Delia.

Mothers who already know their plans, feel more moved. There was a trace of hope in her little heart that one day Dika could have a small family like the one she saw today.

"You're so pretty, Delia. Mother until it does not recognize that you are Delia," praise Mother.

"Mama, I'm beautiful, Eyang. Just like Misha."

Everyone laughed, except Dika who was still busy watching Delia.

"When, why are you looking at Delia like that," Mother who had indeed noticed her son who had not talked much since Delia came out of the room.

"Eh, it's okay, what Mother," said Dika.

"Gimana Delia, beautiful right. It seems very suitable to be your wife," said Mother who got a plot from Dika.

"Mother."

"Eh, you mean Mother, Delia's appearance is already worthy of being a housewife," Mother repeated her speech.

Delia felt ashamed of herself being the subject of conversation between the child and the mother.

"Dad, mama, yuk out. Misha's friends have already come," Misha withdrew their hands. And both just let go.

The show begins, looking happy from Misha and her friends. Misha's birthday event is arguably the most festive birthday event. How not, Dika deliberately made the concept of events on the playground, so that the young father was not responsible for hiring the services of children's game providers.

While Delia was busy talking to the parents of Misha's friends, Dika was also busy accompanying the male guests who happened to also take their children to come to Misha's birthday event. Not much, but there are some fathers who take the time to accompany their children to birthday events.

"Well, I didn't think that it turned out that Mr. Dika had a wife. You see, we met several times at Misha's school during parent meetings and met several times while dropping off and picking up Misha" said the man in blue.

"I thought Mr. Dika was like me, a widower," said the man in a red collar.

"Good girl."

"Sir, Dika."

Dika was distracted from his admiration for Delia.

"Sorry sir, I lack focus" Dika misbehavior, because it was found not responding to the speech of the interlocutor.

"It's okay sir, I understand. Surely Mr. Dika really loves your wife, looks really sir, from the way Mr. Dika looks at mother," said the man in black.

"Ah, you could have, but my wife is a very good and special woman," Dika praised unknowingly.

Suddenly Dika gets an important phone call and has to leave a chat.

On the other hand, Delia was busy playing with the children after she served the mothers of Misha's friends. Many parents play with their children.

"Mama, Misha is very happy today," Misha said as she embraced Delia affectionately, without any burden. Without thinking that she and Delia were just pretending to be mother and son. However, Misha was really happy.

"Mama, thank you for being happy, baby," said Misha.

'Well, it looks like Misha is very lucky to have a mother like you, jeng, ' said the mothers who apparently heard the chat between Misha and Delia.

'Instead, I am the lucky one to have a child like Misha, ma'am, ' Delia said. Whether he was conscious or not, but he was very sincere in saying it.

"Yes, mom. We are indeed lucky women who have little angels like them" said another mother.

Back Delia chatted coolly with the mothers while enjoying the special dishes that had been provided by the host.

"Eh, not in front of my son is also a birthday. I hope Misha's mother can come" said the hijab mother.

"God willing, ma'am. If it is not busy, surely I will accompany him jeng," said Delia.

In the midst of their chatter, Dika came to Delia.

"Dear."

Delia turned around, but was suddenly confused because she heard the voice, but she did not know who it was calling.

Dika is getting closer.

"Darling," he called again.

Delia turned to look at Dika and she pointed at herself trying to hint 'Dika call herself?'

Dika nodded.

"I.iya...what's up," Delia suddenly got nervous.

"Come, come with Dad for a minute, there's something important I want to say. Sorry Mom, I borrowed my wife for a while" Dika said asking for permission.

"Please Mr. Dika, borrowed long is also okay. Kan mother of Misha right belongs to Mr. Dika," seduced another mother.

Delia felt blushed, and resigned herself as Dika pulled her hand away from the mothers. Delia felt something strange. She does hope that this family drama will go smoothly, with her as the mother for Misha. However, she never thought that Dika would greatly totality her role as her current husband. Even the man did not hesitate to call her affection in front of everyone.

Wow, a progress.. has Dika been cured?

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