
In the afternoon, the rain was pouring down on the earth, I sat alone on the porch enjoying a cup of tea, alone without any mas next to me, 9 months had passed, we were still in the cold war,of course it is not easy to be like the old days again, my heart is hurt very deep, every time I see the mas dika I continue to imagine the painful things that are done mas dika with his ex-lover.
"Assalamu'alaikum "mas when he came home to say hello.
"Waalaikumsalam "my answer.
She sat next to me, I saw her holding a baby, my eyes narrowed in wonder.
"Whose child is a mas, why bring a baby here" I asked.
"Don't know, I don't know, I just closed the store and saw this baby lying in front of the store in a cardboard box, not know who died" said mas dika sadu.
"So you bring it home? " ask me in panic.
"Yes, I can't bear to leave her just like that, did you just go back to that place huh!? ".tutur mas dika.
" No mas, where it might be put back "connect me.
" Dear, may we adopt this child, "others.
" Huh, I want to adopt the child, sure mas?! "i asked in wonder
because all this time we did not have children, but dika mas never talk about children.
" Dear, almost a year mas do not have the opportunity to talk with affection, but because of the arrival of this child now dear to talk with mas again" said mas dika.
I actually doubt myself, parenting someone else is not easy, but maybe the presence of this child can be a cure for this relationship.
"All right, it's up to you" I replied.
"Right, baby, can I adopt this baby? " tanya mas dika girang.
"Thank you dear, I will take care of the files".dika replied with a smile.
I stared fixed mas dika, As happy as it is because someone is my inner child.
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Lately mas dika so often smile like before, I also began to melt, maybe it is true that this child can be a medicine in our relationship.
Every day you help me take care of Amira, the child who was brought home the other day we named Amira, it feels like this house is getting warm again just because of the presence of Amira in the middle of our lives.
Now that Amira is 1 year old, a long time has passed, Amira grows up healthy, I have rarely gone out since the existence of Amira, only occasionally I go out to monitor the development of my salon. my relationship with my mother gradually improved.it turns out that the presence of a child can bring changes of this magnitude.
"Mas, today we have to go shopping, our groceries stock is almost gone" I said.
" Well, today we go shopping and take Amira for a walk" replied the dika.
After preparing, we immediately departed.It does not take long we reach the destination.
"Please push Amira's troller, I want to pick out groceries" I asked.
" Well, I will take care of Amira, love shopping is comfortable" said mas dika smile.
" Yes I've been there first, yes mas", I move to find the items needed.
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Ready to choose the items needed, I went to the cashier to pay, when in the queue I saw a mas dika from a distance was talking to a woman, but the position of the woman turned my back, I was in the queue, I can't see his face, only it looks like mas dika who holds Amira, mas dika like a quarrel, the look on his face looked different.I was curious but could only pay attention because there was no way I could get out of the queue.
Ah. I'll ask you later. My inner.