Trapped by the Love of Leaning
Compared life.
It was getting dark, but Sri was still walking while carrying two large bags and carrying Fahira next to her.
He has not found a contract for them to live together, all the rent or boarding that he asked was always full, he did not know tonight where to stay.
I'm sorry, son, because you have to take me here like this.
Sri lamented that her actions were too hasty to take Fahira back, when she should have been looking for a place to live first and then pick up the poor baby, that way Fahira does not need to be taken with him until it is almost dark like this.
His footsteps stopped at a mosque, he would rest and worship magrib prayer for a while then ask the surrounding residents can show where he can get a contract.
His face was worn, it made a lot of women worshipers look at him with a variety of perceptions, it's natural that maybe now his face is also pale because all day he did not eat, he was too worried about Fahira.
She then ventured to ask one of the worshippers at the mosque to take care of the baby for a while, she would go ablution first.
After finishing the prayer right Fahira also woke up from his sleep, he immediately calmed his baby so as not to make a row in the mosque.
"I'm sorry, if you can tell, where are you going ?" asked one of the worshippers, from his clothes and manner of speaking, it seemed that the middle-aged man who spoke to him was an Ustadz.
"Sorry sir, I actually want to find a contract, I do not have a house, my son and I do not know where to stay tonight" Sri replied as she looked at Fahira pity.
"Where are you guys from ?" ask ustadz again.
"I originally lived in my employer's house, but now I've stopped and don't know where to go"
"Astagfirullah, so sorry you guys, yes have been with your father for a while, for tonight you can stay at home first, tomorrow you will find a contract for you, emm for a while"
The Ustadz was seen approaching a middle-aged woman that Sri could conclude it must be the wife of the Ustadz.
"Mom... Mum, it's okay if this woman stays in our house for tonight ?" ask the ustadz to his wife who happens to still teach children to teach in the mosque.
"It's okay sir, then the father who taught the children, Mother will take him home first to our house, pity the woman looks tired" said the wife of ustadz.
Then Sri and Fahira were taken to the house of Ustadz which after Sri knew his name was Ustadz Safar and his wife Ibu Halima.
Sri is grateful because in the middle of this city that is notoriously cruel and full of drama, he is still met with good people, because if not somehow he can get through all this.
Shirleen was still trying to calm her husband down, knocking on the bathroom door but Jason still didn't come out.
"By... What are you doing on the floor ? Let's get out"
"By..."
Jason was still sitting there, hugging his knees, crushed that he got when his eyes looked at his face. The deep disappointment made his heart already filled with hatred, it was hard to change it all.
He did not even hear his wife call him, which he felt only sadness as if he was the one who suffered the most.
All this time he survived for the sake of his mother, when many times his childhood memories had to be replayed.
His happiness that has been taken away, a time that cannot be repeated, a time that cannot be bought with money, or with business cooperation though, well even though his father was freeing him like an eight-year-old child, free to do anything and make friends with anyone, it could not change the situation, no... all he could do would never be able to restore his childhood. His childhood was ruined.
He stared at the picture of himself in the glass facing him, perfect ! Everyone will think so about him, but there is nothing lacking, the only thing he needs is the love of someone called Papa by him.
His father may shower him with toys, money, gadgets or anything else in the world that can still be bought with money maybe his father can buy all that for him, but not with attention, a little affection, he said, love, a little kiss good night before he went to sleep, even he forgot when the last time he got it from his papa.
Or even it feels scolded, as Dareen's father did when he and Dareen played bicycles to the park which is quite far from their residential complex, at that time how angry his father Dareen knew his son was extraordinary wayward, he never felt it, even with his mother, his mother never once scolded him.
He envied his neighbor Dareen, Dareen has a nice family, at that time usually every day he will be at Dareen's house, his mother Dareen always warm to treat him, Dareen, His father Dareen also always invited him to play together after work, they would play anything, basketball, ping pong, or just a small sport together.
It was always compared to his life is very much different, beautiful atmosphere that he never got from his father.
Until finally his father took away his happiness, the day that he and the Dareen family could never meet again, because from that day on he could no longer leave the house other than school.
And now why should his father regret, it actually made him sicker.
Why be good after showing yourself to be bad.
Seriate...
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