Because I Don't Want to Lose
56 - Crib

Early in the morning, Sandra had arrived at Anaya's apartment. He was bathing, Mba Kemi was washing, and Naira was still face tangled with her pajamas even though she had been relaxing on the sofa watching television.

"Good morning, Naira!" greet Sandra.

"Morning" said Naira. Languid and lazy.

Sandra felt like she had to hold Naira's forehead, worried that the little girl had a fever. Because, it is not usually Naira welcomes herself flat so. His face looked different too. Like a somber blanket.

"What's wrong with you, honey?" Sandra sat down by Naira's side and hugged her. The body is not warm, but tends to be cold.

"Neverything." Naira curled up in Sandra's arms.

"Dizziness?"

Naira shakes.

"A stomachache?"

Naira nodded again.

"Still sleepy?"

The boy answered with a slit.

"Hmmm... Being sad?"

Naira nodded.

“Why?” Sandra softened her voice.

“I again kangen heavy.”

“Wow! Opposite what, anyway? Sandra smile.

“Very heavy.” Naira's voice was blinking.

"Who's kangen?" Sandra asked, though in her heart she could guess.

"Dad." Naira's lips curled downwards. Her tears are expanding.

"Sttt!" Sandra tightened her grip. "Don't cry!"

Naira according. He buried his face in Sandra's chest. Sandra could feel Naira's grief.

"We go down yuk! A walk!" take Sandra. Suddenly an idea appeared in his mind.

Without a word, Naira follows Sandra's instructions to change her pajamas. Mba Kemi helped wipe his face with a wet tissue.

"Day! I took Naira for breakfast, down!" sandra exclaimed at Anaya who was in the bathroom.

"Yes!"

Sandra took Naira out.

At a coffee shop, Sandra orders chocolate milk for Naira, and a moccachino for her. Also some warm bread.

Naira slaps her head on the table waiting for her order to arrive. This usually cherry-pointed little boy was really like a withered flower. The weight of the longing he endured seemed to constrict him. Make helpless and dispel the spirit.

Sandra touched Naira's hand.

"We video call dad, yuk! Wanna?"

Naira's head lifted instantly. His smile was engraved expectantly.

"You!"

"But it's a secret. You can't tell my mom!"

"Yes! I'm not going to tell you!" Naira was impatient.

Sandra sends a message to Izzar first, asking him to take his video call so Naira can talk while looking him in the face. A minute later, their phones were connected.

Naira could not hide her joy. So did Izzar. The two scrambled to talk to each other expressing their longing and exchanged news

Sandra smile. Right now, witnessing Naira and Izzar's happiness, Anaya's fear of getting angry if she finds out, is gone. He doesn't care if his best friend nags him later.

Naira's cheerfulness again dyed her face. Sandra was amazed by the closeness of both of their hearts. There was no blood relation between them. However, sincerity can indeed defeat everything. Even blood ties can be missed.

Half an hour, not enough to complete the longing. But, Sandra begs Naira and Izzar to end his online conversation. Grateful not to need more persuasion for Naira to obey. The little girl had already accepted and was already quite satisfied with the opportunity she had obtained.

“OK, Zar! Later if there is another chance, you can video call, again.” Sandra is ready to end the call.

“Shortly! My daycare at that time, already delivered to Anaya?” Izzar.

“Not yet. Anaya won't accept it. But, I try today he wants to accept it,” replied Sandra.

“Please, don't forget.”

“What the hell is it? Love letter?” sandra Goda.

Izzar laughs.

“Love letter? Cieeee, romantic!” Naira chimed in. Sok knows.

“Bulkah?” chase Sandra.

“Not! Just something that might make up for some of my guilt.”

Sandra understands. Even so, he was even more curious.

Naira nodded her head while blinking her eyes.

Anaya was just getting dressed when Sandra and Naira arrived.

“Mama where to go?” ask Naira.

“Ke office.”

“When do we move house? I'm not at home here.” Naira scowls.

Anaya turned towards Sandra who just shrugged her shoulders.

“Our stuff hasn't come all. Patience, yes.”

“I don't want to be patient!” Naira started sulking. “Ngga nice stay here! I'm bored!”

Anaya bit her lip. Naira is used to living in an abandoned tread house, and has neighbors. Of course, he was not comfortable living in a tall and confined building like this. Although it has a playground, it is not as fun as playing in the yard itself.

“Cute to office aja, yuk!” take Sandra. He thought it was a good idea to overcome Naira's boredom.

“Yes! Yup! I want that!” The little girl immediately jumped in excitement.

“Mandi first!” exciting Sandra.

Naira rushed to her room.

Sandra only realized Anaya did not agree with her idea when she saw the face of her best friend was not like.

“Why did you take him to the office?”

“Ngga is nothing, right? He was usually taken often. Most of the office children later who play.” Sandra defended herself.

“The problem is not that.”

“What else? You have no pity on that kid? Loneliness doesn't have friends here? Time of his friend Mba Kemi doang.” Sandra reminded.

“The problem is, I actually don't want to go to the office. This morning, his lawyer Ridwan nelfon. He said he wanted to see me.” Anaya cleared her voice.

Sandra speechless. Anaya breathed her.

“Ya already, later just say you want to meet the client, let Naira come with me.”

“I have no intention of bringing your own car.”

“Jay taxi ride. Parking is difficult there. Or you come with me to the office first and later delivered Oji.”

“I took a taxi ajalah.”

Anaya stuffed the wallet into her bag which was placed on the sofa table. Not to forget also the vitamins and drugs nauseanya.

“Yesterday, when you nengokin your girlfriend, you met Ridwan?” Anaya sat down near Sandra, and opened the bread she was carrying.

“Not a girlfriend! Don't make gossip.” Sandra evasive.

Anaya smiled biting on a piece of cinnamon bread.

“I didn't meet Ridwan. They are separate cells. But, I heard that their lawyers are working on a suspension of detention, so that they are not detained.”

“What did you guys talk about yesterday?”

“Yes, I've told you that she hopes to marry me. I think he is the one who understands him the most. The point is, he just wants to meet me, apologize for his actions, and hope my feelings don't change,” Sandra said.

“What are your responses?”

“I don't consider anything. You see, I do not have any feelings for him.” Sandra laughs.

“Artificial act to them, is it true?” ask Anaya.

“He won't answer. But, I was looking around yesterday, the info is indeed true. Good thing I don't have a crush on him.”

“In my opinion, from the beginning he has seen his integrity is not good. You see, it is very easy to tell you about things that are the secret of the relationship of the client and his lawyer.” Anaya.

“Yes, there you go!” Sandra replied in passing.

He opened his bag and handed Anaya an envelope.

“What?” Anaya.

“From Izzar.”

“Ngga, ah!” Anaya refused.

“Nay, I'm just saying trust. Later my sins, if not delivered to you.” Sandra persuades.

“Whose order to be signed in everything?” ketus Anaya's.

Sandra's hand was hanging. It's true he's with Anaya.

Shortly after, Naira was tidy. Mba Kemi has also prepared some change of clothes, and toys in his bag.

“Before, mom to the bathroom first!”

Seeing Anaya leave, Sandra acted quickly to put the Izzar envelope into Anaya's bag. Tucked it between his wallet and notebook.

He smiled with relief after his mission was completed without surprise. Izzar didn't need to know how he delivered his letter. The important thing is that it has been separated from him and will be in the hands of Anaya later if he opens his bag. He only hoped, Anaya did not throw it away later.

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