Don't Cry Mother
JMB 26'S. Not Wanting to Lose My Dad

Kaluna's tears were unstoppable as she looked back at her home she had left 6 years ago. Not much has changed there. Everything still looks the same. Just house paint that looks new.

" Welcome back, son."

Kaluna hugged her mom. The taste of haru enveloped everything that was there. Even Hasna and Radi as well. The two parents had already heard Kaluna's story through her son. Hasna's admiration for Kaluna's perseverance lives elsewhere away from her parents.

" Strong woman" Hasna said in her heart.

Kaluna was about to carry Tara, but the boy did not want to. Tara wants to walk alone to get inside the house . The eyes of the 5-year-old boy sparkled to see the breadth of the house owned by his grandfather. Even he had run around and here made everyone a little worried.

" Look careful, Tara still has to take care of her health, right?'

" Good mother. Grandpa's house is huge. Very far from the house we occupied while in the city of S."

All eyes were on Tara. They seem to be asking for an explanation from Tara's words just now.

" Yes Father, grandfather, grandmother, opa and oma, when in the city of S tuh our home is only this wide. Our mother said we can only occupy the house because if the larger is far from the mother's workplace."

Tara said that while making footsteps measuring her old rented house. It could be seen the surprised face of everyone seeing how many steps Tara showed. If their perception is not wrong then what Tara said about the rented house is a small map.

Yasa immediately looked towards Kaluna, the woman again only lowered her head to avoid Yasa's eyes.

" It seems difficult to soften his already hard heart because of circumstances."

Yasa threw out his rough breath. If usually a woman will pursue the love of the man who has given her a child, this time it may be reversed. Yasa who should pursue Kaluna's heart. At this time there is not the slightest taste in Kaluna's heart for Yasa other than assuming Yasa is the father of her child.

Yasa threw out his rough breath. Hasna who knew the restlessness of the son patted his son's arm and whispered something, "Patience, she's already forged a hard life. But even the hardness of the stone can be broken also by the water that continues to drip. So be water to make his heart and head melt. He is not only hard-hearted but also stubborn. You're gonna need more time to get that out."

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Kaluna brought Tara to sleep in her room. Apparently the father had made a room for Tara. After the boy slept Kaluna went to his room first.

A smile was engraved on Kaluna's lips as she entered her own room. The room was still the same as it used to be, nothing had changed at all. Everything is still neatly arranged in its place Even the books perched on the shelf are still the same.

Kaluna touched one by one his things that he had long left behind.

" Haha, it has been a long time. Oh yes Ciara, how is he now. I really messed up everything."

Kaluna opened her bag and contacted her cousin. Since Yasa said that Tara was his biological son, Kaluna never saw Ciara again. He really misses that girl.

" Assalamualaikum mbak" said Ciara across there. Kaluna seemed to smile knot when she found out Ciara was still willing to accept her call.

" Waalaikumsalam, how are you Cia. Sorry about the mbak ... ."

" Sir, stop. This is not all mbak's fault. It's Allaah's destiny. Me and Brother Yasa are not a match. And you need to know, as long as we were in contact, Kak Yasa never expressed love to me. So don't over think okay. Oh yes sorry for some today I was a little busy so have not had time to visit you and Tara. Later if there's time I'll come home."

Kaluna drew her lust deeply and threw it away slowly. He felt a little relieved when he knew that Ciara was fine. But a question arises in the woman while listening to the story of Ciara, why Yasa never expressed love to his sister. If there is no love why would you be engaged?

Both questions filled Kaluna's mind. But he tried to throw him out. Right now that's not what to think about. He needs to think about how to live life in the future.

" Kal, honey, can you talk to me for a second?"

" Kal, what will you do after this. Do you want to go to college again or do something else."

Kaluna was silent for a moment while moving her fingers, a habit she did as she was thinking.

College seems not, he was reluctant to go back to campus. I think it's too old to do that. Though Kaluna was only 26 years old but he felt it was not appropriate for college.

" If the lecture again seems not pa," said Kaluna later.

" Well then, what if you help papa to take care of the plantation. Papa obviously can't take care of it by himself."

Kaluna with ceat nodded, maybe helping her papa is one way to make up for all the mistakes he made. After all, at this time he did not do anything. So there's no harm.

Raffan smiled too. He was grateful that Kaluna would do it. If the kaluna does not want Raffan is actually confused, the article of the plantation he will give to the princess.

" Pa, is there a house. A house in the plantation area?"

" Of course, there is a kind of villa. although not as big as most villas but comfortable enough to relax and rest.why is it?"

The middle-aged man immediately became suspicious of the princess. Somehow in his mind Kaluna wanted to stay there.

" What's the matter" asked Raffan.

" It seems like staying on the farm isn't bad. Fresh air could help Tara recover."

" Well, ask Yasa to get married how?"

A question was asked by a middle-aged woman carrying a tray of warm tea for her husband and daughter. From earlier Vanka only listened to the talk of the father and son. But he could not stand it also when Kaluna said he wanted to live on the plantation.

Tak

Vanka put the cup of tea he brought on the table. For Raffan one and for Kaluna one. A code was given by Vanka to both drink tea that has been served.

Srupuut

The tea water soaked the throat of both. The fresh taste radiates throughout the body giving rise to a feeling of calm.

" So how was my mom's question."

" Ma, I don't feel the same way Mr. Yasa so how can I marry him."

" Tara then?"

" Tara ya will still be my son and Pak Yasa's son. But to get married and live together I really can't."

Kaluna's words were so firm. There's no doubt there. Raffan just resigned, he could not possibly force his daughter to marry if she did not want to. Without them realizing their conversation was apparently heard by Taraka. The little boy understood what the adults were talking about.

" Where can this be. If you live alone, your name is not family. I have to get dad and mom together. I don't want to lose my father anymore."

TB