She's my Ex-husband
DMS 12'S

Low noise is heard on the Sinar Mentari Kindergarten page. The cohesiveness between father and son is tested here. It could be, this small healing for fathers who are usually busy working. There are three games being played today. Starting from the marbles relay, holding children while moving the ball and fighting for compactness talent.

Netra Bu Dirga glimmered at Elgar who was holding Saga's hand. Heart warms. If only Elgar had children, his old age would have been more colorful, not lonely like this.

Saga was ready with a spoonful of marbles between her lips. Not far from him, Elgar was waiting to do a relay.

As soon as the whistle rang, Saga immediately stepped on her heart while trying to keep the marbles from falling.

As soon as Saga arrived, Elgar immediately squatted down to move the marble over the spoon in his mouth. After the marbles move, replace Elgar who took him. Saga immediately ran forward for the next relay.

"Come on, papa, come on." Saga looked at her friend who was shouting to encourage her papa. If only the man who accompanied him to play games was his father, he would be even happier.

Elgar frowned looking at the gloomy-looking Saga. Not a moment ago, the boy looked cheerful. What's wrong with her?

Until Saga stood up, Elgar again passed the marbles. This time, it is Saga's job to bring the marbles up to the finish line. Unfortunately, the marbles first fell before finishing. It's a pasahal, the position of Saga ahead of his friends.

Elgar came to the boy and rubbed his head slowly.

"No problem, there are still 2 more games that we can win." Entertained. Seeing Saga sad, for some reason, he seemed to be sad.

"For the next game, we don't have to follow." Said Saga while looking down lethargic.

"Why?"

"Saga is heavy, Saga doesn't want to make you tired." Saga felt uncomfortable if he had to be carried by Elgar. The man in front of him was not his papa, they were also new to him. He did not want to make the man tired because he had to lift his body weight that was not light.

"What cooking?"

Without aba, Elgar immediately lifted Saga's body up. Makes Saga surprised and happy.

"Weight as well. But Om is still strong." Continue with a crisp laugh and then return to lower Saga.

"So you don't mind holding Saga?"

"Not at all." Replied Elgar while gently shaking the top of Saga's head

Their smile was covered in a tiny saga. Did not expect that today he was very lucky because there are good people who want to accompany him to play games.

"Om, have we ever met?" Saga as if he had seen it, unfortunately he forgot when and where.

Elgar frowned, it felt like it was only today that they met. But I don't know, maybe Saga accidentally saw her somewhere.

"It never seems." Elgar Sahut.

"Oh.never yes. Saga must have been the wrong person." But Saga was not satisfied with that answer. He's still trying to remember.

At the same time, Ms. Dirga came with 2 bottles of drinks in her hand. He gave it to Elgar and Saga one each. When Elgar drinks, he remembers when and where he saw Elgar. Mr. Pram, yes, he is Mr. Pram, a friend of his mother who was there that day in the hotel balcony. The man who stood in the balcony while drinking a soft drink.

"Om Pram, yes, Saga remembers. Om this, Om Pram right, mama's friend?"

Elgar frowned confusedly, as did Miss Dirga.

"It's Om Elgar, not Om Pram." Bu Dirga Correction.

Saga put her index finger on the ground. Glancing up while remembering Om Pram's face, it felt, he was not wrong. His memory is still quite sharp.

"Saga may be wrong." Elgar.

"But the face of om is exactly the same as Om Pram."

Looks like my face is too market. It's not just this little boy who looks like me. Apparently there is still a man named Pram who also looks like me.

There was a sound from the committee. The name Saga was called to be ready for the next game.

"Spirit!" Shouted Bu Dirga as they both prepared to be ready in the starting position.

"Om sure you don't mind the saga?"

Elgar laughed when he heard it. It seemed like this brat was doubting his strength. "Make sure, this time we'll win." Elgar raised his palm then did a tos with Saga.

"Spirit!" Excite them both compact.

This time the ball is moved. They have to move the ball as much. The child does not need to bother running because his father will run while carrying him on his back.

As soon as the whistle sounded, Elgar raised his back Saga and ran a basket ball.

"Come pa, come on pa." Back again, the screams of her friend's screams made Saga envious. When will he be able to call someone papa.

Suddenly, Saga wants to express his wish to Elgar. Saga closed her lips to Elgar.

"Om, just today. Can Saga call you, pa.....pa?" He hesitates.

Without thinking twice, Elgar nodded immediately. I am beyond pleased with Saga. Finally, even if only in this game, he can call someone with papa call.

"Come papa, get your reward fast. Running away fast. We have to win." Shouted Saga full of joy.

Elgar's heart trembled. There was a strange feeling when he heard Saga calling him papa.

"Let's papah."

And every word that came out, Elgar's spirit rose many times over.

While at the office, Mila was feeling restless. His body is in the office, but his mind drifts to Saga's school. How's the kid doing now? Hopefully, he's not just moody all day at school. It's regrettable that he has left Saga. He should still forcefully accompany Saga even if the child refuses. Keep working like this, his concentration can not be focused, still Saga he thought.

Mila ketoilet to call Miss Naomi. He won't calm down before he sees his sage. His first call was missed. Not wanting to despair, Mila again called until finally answered by Miss Naomi.

"Missy."

"Siang is also the Mother of Saga. Can I help you?"

Mila can hear a low boisterous sound coming from miss Naomi's phone. The screams of the spirit burner sounded so clear. The most domineering, of course the cry of children who are encouraging his papa. Mila's heart is getting worse. Saga must be very sad at the moment.

"I want to ask you about Miss Saga. Today, no one is accompanying him to school. I'm worried about the situation."

"Saga is good for mom. He looks happy today too."

Mila frowned confusedly. Between believe and not. Happy sage, really? He still remembered what Saga's gloomy face looked like when he entered the school gate this morning.

"You sure Miss?" Mila is worried that Saga is just pretending to be okay in front of her teacher and friends.

"Very sure mom. If you are still in doubt, I can send you a Vidio Saga. Coincidentally, Saga is currently playing games moving the ball. Just a moment, Bun." Miss Naomi turned off the phone to call Saga.

Playing a game? But with whom? Isn't all the theme of today's game, father and son?

A few moments later, Mila's phone shook. There's a vidio from Miss Naomi. Mila hurriedly opened the vidio so curious.

Bugs

So surprised to see the vidio sent by Miss Naomi, Mila's phone fell. He's not looking at it wrong? That guy dividio, why is it so similar to Elgar.

With a pounding heart and trembling hands, Mila leaned over to grab her phone. Back he opened vidio a post from Miss Naomi.

Mila covered her gaping mouth with one hand. Her tears slowly seeped without her being able to prevent.

How could Elgar be with Saga at this time? They played games together on my dad's day. Both faces looked cheerful. With the spirit of 45, Elgar ran with Saga on his back. Two people with a pinang face halved it, looks so compact. And what's that, Saga calling Elgar papa? What's the matter?