Papa's Substitute for Altaf
Chapter 10 - Zaki's

That afternoon Ratih sat on the porch of his house while monitoring Altaf playing in the yard with a neighbor child, he used to continue writing it. As she was playing with her cell phone, came Nursiah, a neighbor next to Ms. Rohmah's house.

"Assynoltom..."

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Reply Ratih raised his head to look at the greeting.

"Mbak nur, mother's nyari? Sit down first." Ratih said.

"No, there's no need to be with you." Prevent Nursiah seeing Ratih was about to move from his seat to call Bu Rohmah.

"Rati Ram? What's up, huh?" Tanya Ratih with from a wrinkled astonishment.

"Now, I can't see you're getting whiter and prettier right now."

"Hehe. yes mbak, his name is also in the treatment process."

"Ooh, what kind of care are you taking? Share the secret."

Train smile. His soul suddenly appeared. Then he began to tell stories in interspersed with the promotion of products that there are many kinds of his and very complete.

"Waahhh, the more beautiful you are."

"Thank you mbak."

"If that's a package."

"Oo yes mbak. Can." Said Ratih. After all, Masda once offered him to become a reseller of Masa products, without the need to raise the price because there was already a fee.

"If it's for me, what's the suit?"

I smiled with confidence and confidence. She began giving advice and advice for the oily type of Nursiah's skin.

Starting from this, Ratih has dared to market and sell Masa products online and at people in the Bu Rohmah home complex. And it turns out that there are a lot of fans. Some even order once 10-15 packets.

"Alhamdulillah, fortune does come from unexpected places." Gumam Ratih calculated the sales results of Masa's products.

["Train, you already have enough customers, want to be stockist?"]

A short message from Masda made Ratih more excited.

["Stocky?"]

["Yes Tih, I'll make it clear that we're kopdar. How's it?"]

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Today Ratih takes Altaf riding his motorcycle matik to meet with Masda at a skalian lunch house. While stopping at a red light junction, Ratih fixed Altaf's helmet.

"Hot, baby? Patience, just wait until you are." Say it to Altaf who sits in a rattan chair in front of him.

On the left lane, Ratih's eyes saw her ex-husband flocking with a woman named Tiara. There was a heart that was pulsing suddenly. The feeling that Ratih has does not necessarily disappear completely after they divorce. Five years is not a short time.

Train her to take a breath, then exhale, so repeatedly to repeat the discomfort in her chest.

"Don't be sad, you're divorced. It's been hurt repeatedly, heart, please don't hurt." Ratih Muttered.

Arriving at the restaurant where Masda was waiting,

"Sorry for old."

"No papa, just relax." Reply Masda who seemed to have finished replying to a message with someone.

"It's Altaf huh?" Sapa Masda to the little Altaf while pinching the boy's bully cheek.

"Let's Salim be with Aunt Masda." Said Ratih to Altaf. Altaf saluted and kissed Masda's hand with reverence.

"The agent eats the same drink first."

After several hours they exchanged information and got a lot of input from Masda, Ratih decided to become a stockist. With capital from the proceeds of cosmetic sales and added a few dollars from the results of writing.

After agreeing with Ratih saying goodbye, when going out of the restaurant, Ratih and Altaf cross paths with his father, Indra and Tiara. Indra looked very surprised when he saw Ratih and Altaf.

"Radise... Altaf..."

Altaf's face was delighted to see his father.

"Dad!" Calling Altaf stretched out his hand asking in the carrying. However, Indra actually mencleos because it continues to be pulled by Tiara who is not willing.

Altaf's face looked very disappointed and sad.

"Dad...." He almost whined almost crying.

That certainly makes Ratih sad. Even to his own son, Indra did not want to just carry him. Separating from her does not mean then do not care about her child. Altaf is still his flesh and blood.

"Not what Altaf. Dad's busy. Another time yes, now go home the same mother first. Huummm?"

Train to look a little at the couple who are now sitting together and laughing without burden. Without caring for the little boy who almost cried because he missed his father.

'It's okay, baby, there's still a mother. Ibuk will be a mother and father for you.' Inner Ratih as he passes holding Altaf.

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Arriving at home, Ratih was stunned because the house of Bu Rohmah was a little crowded. Once inside Ratih was welcomed by his mother.

"Well, this is Ratih. My son that I was talking about earlier." Ratih smiled and kissed the hand of the woman who was the same age as Ms. Rohmah. Also with men who are estimated to be the same age as he may be.

"Altaf, Salim used to want to be just like Grandma." Ratih said leading Altaf, who immediately kissed the hand of the guest of Bu Rohmah.

"Sit here first."

Ratih sat with Altaf beside his mother.

"Look, this is Ms. Rondiah, my mother's friend when working at the factory first."

"Ooh..." Ratih just boooh ria.

"And this is Bu Rondiah's son, Zaki's name. He's younger than you by two years, just got back from Kalimantan."

"Oohhh..." Train back to ria again.

He could already catch the direction of his mother's conversation.

"But, want older or younger does not matter yes jeng ya. As long as it fits."

"Yes jeng..." Kekeh Bu Rondiah,

The two women who hadn't met for a long time were either talking about anything else. As if I refused to listen.

"Train, go inside first. Take a break. Skalian sleepurin Altaf."

"Oo yes please Ratih, ga papa." Miss Rondiah replied after Ratih said goodbye. "This Zaki doesn't know the area yet. Take him for a walk sometime."

"Ahaha... It's buk." Reply Ratih stale bases, it is not nice if you refuse, because maybe also the request of Bu Rondiah is just a stale base.

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The dawn echoed, after finishing his two rakaats, Ratih walked into the kitchen. Prepare breakfast with mom.

"Needs,"

"Yes buk, "Ratih replied while cutting tempe to be fried as a breakfast side dish.

"When do you want to be alone?"

"I mean?" Tanya Ratih turned to her mother who was sauteing spices.

"Yes, find Indra's surrogate father for Altaf."

Pati was silent for a moment, how would you? At this time Ratih is very reluctant to just know men. Having failed in the household certainly makes Ratih feel hesitant to start or look for a replacement.

"We're all right, buk. Ratih also does not want to rush to find a replacement. Now Ratih just wants to focus on money and happy with Altaf. That's it."

Ms. Rohmah did not respond to the words of her son, she also understood very well what Ratih felt. However, for several days nurturing Altaf Bu Rohmah was like looking from the other side. If Altaf needs a father.

"Yesterday when I brought Altaf to the RTH complex, there are many children who walk with his father." Said Ms. Rohmah while putting green vegetables into the pan.

"Altaf looks so sad, he's kind of like the kids."

Ratih sighed, "his father Altaf no longer cares. Mas Indra is busy with his future wife."

"If the father doesn't care, you can find a replacement father for Altaf, like Zaki for example. He's a good man Ratih, I'm sure, he can make you and Altaf happy."

seriate...