Don't Cry Mother
JMB 10. Our Grandchildren?

Tara who was left by the mother was bored. He then brought the canvas with ink and brushes to the garden. The boy asked to be escorted by a nurse so that yesterday's events did not happen again his mother searched in confusion.

" Aunty sister if you want to go back to the ward is okay. Must be aunty nurse's job a lot. I'm not going anywhere, just painting here."

" Alright handsome, 30 minutes more nurse pick you up. Time to eat and take medicine."

Tara nodded and smiled. The nurse rubbed Tara's head in love. Then he passed by to do another task.

Tara leaned her canvas on the bench. He forgot to bring a canvas holder from Aunty Brisia's house. Deftly the boy took out the ink and then took out some of its contents on a board. After all the preparations were ready, Tara momentarily closed her eyes. Usually that is what he always does before painting, looking for money, he said.

" I know what to put on my canvas."

Tara began dipping her brush on the paint on the board and threading it onto the canvas. The boy's hand was really nimble like a professional painter. The brush strokes really make a work produced increasingly show the results. A picture of a man is what he's making now. Unlike the previous picture of the man, this time Tara can make a perfect picture.

It is said to be perfect because this time it describes the man complete with a face and facial forming components. The boy smiled in satisfaction as he looked at his nearly finished painting.

" Aah I forgot, there should be this color even if it's just a little."

Tara took out a white paint and then incised a little at the top. The boy then nodded his head.

" Is that my face?"

" Opa?"

Hasna was certainly confused when she was pulled by Radi to meet a boy who was painting. He was more confused when the boy could paint the face of the husband so perfectly.

A question glided through Hasna's eyes. But Radi did not answer. Her husband was busy talking to the little boy.

" How can you describe the face of opa so well when we only met once. That's at night."

" Tara doesn't know either. Tara just brushed uh a pretty opa face."

Radi smiled, there was a warm feeling in his heart hearing Tara's words. Hasna watched closely her husband's interaction with the little boy. At once Hasna smiled but at that moment she furrowed both of her eyebrows. He felt that he had seen the face of the little boy who called himself by the name of Tara.

Hasna immediately pulled the body of the husband to slightly move away so that what she wanted to say was not heard by Tara. Hasna whispered something into her husband's ear. Radi rounded his eyes. The middle-aged man then carefully looked at Tara's face.

" Yes Allaah, yes, baby. Why am I just doing it."

Hasna's body trembled but the woman tried to be strong. Hasna approached back towards Tara and sat down beside the boy.

" Is this handsome boy called Tara? No acquaintance, this is his wife opa's oma."

" Hello oma, greetings. My name is Taraka Abyaz."

" Tara, where's your mom?"

" Mother work oma. If it's dad, Tara doesn't know. Mother said, I have my own life. And said mother, we should not interfere with father's life because all is the fault of mother. Tara is confused about whether father and mother should live together. But the same father Tara mother did not. Tara has never seen my face. Tara's just scared, until the time comes Tara's gone Tara hasn't been able to meet dad."

Tests

Hasna's tears came out without excuse. Why such a small child could have such an incredible understanding within. And what was it that was gone? Hasna immediately asked for an explanation from her husband. Radi whispered the condition of Tara that he knew from the nephew. Hasna instantly silenced her mouth so that her cries would not break.

" Oma don't cry, Tara doesn't like it when someone cries. It's enough Tara sees you always cry."

Hasna wiped her tears quickly. The boy sitting in front of him was very sensitive and intelligent. Hasna smiled again and rubbed Tara's head. She realized that Tara had no hair. Maybe it was the effect of chemo. Hasna's chest was so tight, she could not bear to see the little boy suffering from pain that Hasna had never imagined before.

" Excuse me, I'll take Tara back to the room. Tara, come on."

" Tara said yes opa, oma. I'll see you again."

Before returning to her ward with the nurse, Tara took the time to kiss Radi and Hasna's hands. The boy also handed the painting over to Radi.

" Make opa? How much opa should pay for this" Radi joked.

" If I may bring Tara opa's father. That's the appropriate payment. Hahaha, Tara was just kidding. Um, make free opa. By opa, oma."

Hasna and Radi waved at the boy. Radi smiled as he received the painting from Tara. The painting is absolutely perfect, if it continues to be sharpened Radi believes Tara will be able to become a great painter later. Different Radi Different Hasna, the middle-aged woman was more thoughtful. Why Tara is so similar to Yasa as a child.

" Sister, is it true in this world we will find 7 people who are similar to us. But why cross generation. It's too similar. With a quick glance I can judge that Tara really copied Yasa's childhood."

" I didn't really do that last night. But when you said earlier that Tara was similar to Yasa at that age I agreed with you. Just the first time I saw her I felt like I knew her."

Both are still thinking about it. How could two unrelated people be that similar. Perhaps it was true that there would be a resemblance to each other in this world like what Hasna had said.

" Sister, what don't-don't ~"

Hasna hung up her sentence. He was a little afraid to continue what he thought himself. However, this may not be possible if you do not have a relationship. Plus the attachment she felt and the husband felt towards the boy was so close.

" What do you want to say, baby?"

" I'm really scared to say this. But sister, what Yasa has done is bad to people's girls. Is Tara the son of Yasa which means he is our granddaughter?"

TB