Don't Cry Mother
JMB 32'S. Other Identity

After Yasa's arrival the other day, the man was no longer visible. It's been almost a week Yasa's been out of sight. Apparently the guy was a little busy on campus. Lots of thesis guidance from students. There is even guidance for the thesis.

" Haish, busy times. Aaah yes not tomorrow Tara's schedule control. Good, I'll pick her up later that afternoon."

Yasa's smile expands perfectly considering he will meet Tara and her mother of course. But he must immediately complete the thesis guidance that has been scheduled until the afternoon. There's no way he's gonna reschedule. Yasa quite feel kasian towards students who hero to the campus just to meet the lecturer.

One thing that Yasa minimizes is that he will not blind empty promises with his students. Suppose agree to meet and corrections but when found he is not in place. Several times he heard complaints from the students. Yasa finally conveyed it to his father and his om to follow up on it.

Students have tried hard to complete the task, even they may be staying up to fix the mistakes in making the final task. So it's a pity if they have to go back to chasing lecturers or become victims of php lecturers.

" All right, done."

Yasa smiled broadly when everything was in order. The clock shows at 16:00. He will go straight to Tara and Kaluna. He will be blocked by magrib on the road.

Yasa then tidied up his desk and grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room. The man's smile was perfect. There was a sense of longing accumulated in his heart. Almost a week did not see Tara and Kaluna make him tidka patiently want to get to the place of the mother and child.

Through his cell phone Yasa makes sure that Kaluna and Tara do not go anywhere. He always communicates with Tara through a cell phone. The boy routinely reported whatever happened at the villa to his father. As it is now. Yasa who was about to press the gas pedal first opened the message that had just entered.

" You're gonna be here, Tara kangen."

" So boy, I want to be on the way."

Over there the 5-year-old smiled. He was glad his father would come. Tara put down her phone again and resumed painting. Yes he was currently focusing on painting, he even told all the contents of the villa not to disturb him.

Kaluna just shook her head slowly to see the behavior of the son. Without Kaluna knowing Tara was working on an order from someone. The painting ordered by the man was a painting of a banquet of European nobles. He wanted to use it to decorate the dining room in his castle.

" Hello, Raka Pittore what about my order?"

" Haish, If you're really fussy, I don't do it."

" Wohooo, okay, I'm so sorry."

Tara grunted in annoyance. Sir Alexander, a noble of Queen Elizabeth's country, always asked when he would finish his painting. Raka Pittore, is the name that Tara uses as a name to label his work usually he will incise his name and signature right below the painting.

Kaluna certainly did not know what the son was doing. Tara has been painting professionally for a year and many people have ordered her paintings. The name Raka Pittore has even been known in foreign countries.

But no one knows Tara's true identity. All they knew was that Raka Pittore was a middle-aged man. Tara never wanted to talk over the phone. He only wants to be in touch through messages and that's only through email. Tara never gave her personal mobile number even to people after nobility.

If anyone asks why Tara did not help her mother in financing her life and treatment? One answer is for sure, he wants his mother to return to both parents and of course meet his father.

Tidka no one knows, the money given to Brisia to her mother was Tara replaced. Many times Brisia is confused when she gets a notification of funds going into her digital wallet.

" Haaah, done too. Elaaah pegel too. This is if still not satisfied not to draw dewe (i asked to draw it myself). It's easy to guess what, duuuh pegel also waist."

The boy smiled. Like mothers who are happy when they know their subscription courier comes with a package, Tara is the same. He even has the courier's phone number. Strangely the courier just want to deliver and take the package Tara is now on the plantation. But memnag pay, which Tara gave not a little.

" She, wait a minute. Usual."

" Ready boss."

Kang the package was really professional. He never wondered or asked what the boy had sent him. Although a little surprised because he often met foreign addresses.

After about 15 minutes Tara finally came out. With little difficulty the boy carried a package that had been neatly and thickly wrapped. If the size of the package is about 1x1.5 meters.

" Ordinary yes. The documents I sent. Sorry ngrepotin."

" Haish, relax boss. Thanks to ya."

" It is my life that should be grateful. You came all the way here."

The courier's kang only smiled at his smile. Many things Tara did not know, through the packages delivered by the boy he often get bonuses and is now believed to bring a 4-wheeled vehicle to send the package.

The courier Kang breezed away, and Tara was surprised when her bunda nongol suddenly came from the direction of the estate.

" What package is that? Tara pesen something."

Mateng me. Kok mommy came home cepet anyway. Usually mepet magrib just come home, Inner Tara. Usually Tara will make an agreement with Kang Courier when the mother is not at home. And, this time it seemed like his prediction had slightly missed.

" Ooh that, yes Tara pesen canvas. Usual. But the store is the wrong size so it's willing to be exchanged."

" Where did Tara get the money from buying canvas in an online store?"

" That's, uhm ah yes from dad. Yes, I gave Tara some heheh money."

Kaluna sighed then smiled slightly and passed into the house. Tara who saw her bunda waltzing in instantly breathed a sigh of relief. The boy repeatedly patted his forehead.

" Astagfirullaah, isn't that a lie? But not entirely lying ding. Kan emang Tara is given money with dad, Tara is also really buying Canvas, just for delivery Tara lies a little. Yes Allaah Maapin Tara Ya Allaah. It's a company secret, no one should know."

The boy, after a bit of regret for lying to his mother, went back to his room. He glanced back at his phone. One message notification came into his email. Tara immediately opened the message.

Tara's forehead shriveled for a moment as she read it. His breath was hunting, the boy's hand was tightly gripping his pincell.

" I am what. No matter how much I don't want to!"

TB