CUTS
Because We're Different...

“Why did you race where?” asked Rendra to watch the son.

“You are leaving soon but your condition is like this. Oh my goodness, Is. You are not leaving anyway?” it was my mother's turn to chim.

“It treated same Mama Adit?” Iskandar nodded slowly.

“Do not race again if you want to leave or Papa cancel everything. Now eat first only after that you sleep.” In the end Iskandar can only according to the orders of the father who has changed to army mode.

After making sure Iskandar is asleep, Cut and Rendra return to their room. This time, Cut complained about his in-laws' attitude.

“Our plan failed total.” Complain Cut.

“Hmmm, what can I do. Mama already knows and tomorrow will definitely come back to make sure if we do not repeat the plan again.”

Cut leaned on the chest of the husband, “Padahat Adek already sure if they will get along if we stay together. Bang, Adek feels that Mama does not like Iskandar.”

“Don't be so bad! Mom just doesn't like our plans. Especially to see Iskandar hurt so. My mom takes care of her kids. Therefore, Mama willing to stop working to be able to keep up well when Papa tasks.”

The two spend time discussing various problems and finding solutions to bring their two sons back without violating the rules of the in-laws. And the next morning, Mother Yetti came back to their house. There was already Rendra who was repairing Anugrah's bike while Cut just sat with his husband. Anugrah was watching television with Iskandar.

As soon as he heard his grandmother's voice outside, Iskandar immediately returned to the room.

“What can still be fixed? If not, then let Mama buy a new one for Anugrah.”

“No need, Ma. It can still be made until she passes SMP.” Rendra.

Yetti's mother went inside to see the granddaughter.

“Granny's granddaughter, what else is it?” Mother Yetti approached the granddaughter with a warm smile.

“Nonton, New.”

“Grandma buy new bike, want?”

Asked, of course, Anugrah would. She was always pampered by her grandmother and she was happy. Different from both of his parents.

“Come!”

Anugrah out of the house saying goodbye to Mama and her Papa. “Adek go first yes Ma, Pa.”

“Where to?” ask the father.

“Grandpa wants to buy a new bike.”

Cut and Rendra no longer say anything. After their departure, Cut sat empty-eyed thinking about the many things that had been bothering him.

“Mama is not so with Iskandar. This proves that Mama only loves Anugrah because her grandson Anugrah is not Iskandar.”

“Ma, we've already discussed this. Don't get because of trivial problems, we are noisier.”

“Pa, Mama is not just feeling but in fact Mama is more attention to Anugrah than Iskandar. Like at the moment. Mama is too pampering Anugrah and later we as parents who bother. The two nannies are unruly. When we rebuke, he'll run to his grandmother's. When can Anugrah grow up if her grandmother always pamper.”

“Darling, let it be. No need to get angry. Mama is so because only her granddaughter's grace. If we had another child, Mama would be distracted. Not just Anugrah.” Rendra Sahut.

“Yes, because Mama does not consider Iskandar also her grandson. I'm not blind, I know your Mama changed once Anugrah was born. Your mother used to be good with Iskandar but once there was Anugrah, everything changed. Still you say your mom isn't picky? Blind people can also see.”

Brakes…

Unbeknownst to them, a pair of middle ears heard all their conversations. Yes, he is Iskandar. The boy stood not far away from them and clearly his ears caught all the talking. He returned to the camp with various feelings raging in his chest.

Rendra cleaned himself and then with his motorbike, he left Cut who was also ignited by emotion. Cut sat on the porch of his house until the sound of several small children could be heard greeting him.

“Iskandar no Aunt?” ask Adit a little bit of a fret.

Cut forced himself to smile at the children. “There, just come in! Hold on, Auntie call ya first. But don't play! The issue still hurts.”

“Gak, Aunt. We're here to see him.”

“Oh yes, Aunt sampe forgot. You guys race bikes where you fall?”

Adit also tells the chronology of the accident that hit Iskandar and Deni.

“Tomorrow do not race again yes, Is will leave. Fear not even so later because of the race.”

“Sorry, Aunt.” Watered them together.

Cut small smile, “It's okay. Aunty is happy that Iskandar can be friends with you. And you want to be friends with him too. Thank you yes!”

“We are also happy to be friends with Iskandar, Auntie.

“Ya already, Auntie call first.”

Tok.dok…

“Nak, outside there are your friends.”

Iskandar who was lying down immediately woke up to his friends. The smile of his friends slightly relieved Iskandar's heart as he exited the room. Seeing how their attention to him made Iskandar's emotions that had exploded now began to calm down. His anger changed with his happiness especially Adit came to bring a food city whose contents were of course tempting for the sick.

“I made this for you and Deni. We have been to Deni's house first only now to your home.” Said Adit handed the city contains special chicken porridge made by his mother.

“Say Mama, this is good for you who are sick.” Adit is back.

“But, we also got earlier at home Adit.” Sela Beno's.

That's how Mama Anita pampered Adit's friends with food and attention until these children were willing to enter High School remained unchanged. If problems at home, they will run to Mama Anita's house to just vent. These children also do not hesitate to help Mama Anita if you are in trouble at home. Ranging from sweeping to helping wash dishes if Mama Anita is in the hospital. As long as there is Adit at home, then they can freely move to help with homework with Adit of course.

“Wah, there is chicken porridge. Mama Adit who made ya?” guess Cut.

“Iya, Aunt. Mama says good for sick people.”

“You eat now, let Mama take her spoon?” Iskandar nodded small.

“Speak thank you Tente for Mama Adit ya!” cut before you go back inside.

“Mama with Papa you are not angry, Is?”

“My grandmother last night was furious because Anugrah's bike was broken.”

“What??”

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