Indissolubility
Izin

"Mother what?" Ali came from his room and immediately sat next to the mother who was sitting while playing her game. It seems the woman was very serious about seeing the device.

The youth who was already y with slightly wet hair. Combed towards the top which added to the dashing impression of the young man. But the reality of the young man was very dashing, the downhill prowess of the father. If only he was with Reyhan maybe he would be told sister brother, because their faces are almost the same.

Yumna stopped her hand that was scrolling her dress. He looked at the son who was sitting next to him.

"This again open fb dear, mother want to look at the kitchen equipment. It seems like the pot of the mother has started to get a bit ugly," you replied to the son.

The woman if she has played her game will not be far from the word pot, cauldron and friends. Sometimes Ali was also tired of listening to it - it was mulu when he asked Yumna what she was doing, if she was playing her game. As if what is in the device is only about kitchen tools. But what can be done, is just a pleasantries towards the mother.

"Bun I want to say something" said Ali who saw Yumna back on the flat screen. Back menscrool various models of pots and pans.

Yumna again stopped activities that she thought were very pleasant. "Can you tell me what you want to say, son?" ask Yumna while putting her dress on the table. Looks like the kid is going to talk seriously. Seen from the look on his face.

"So I met Dad, Bun," Ali looked at the mother's face, who looked rather surprised when he heard her words.

"Where?" ask Yumna to the son.

"In the Bun garden" he answered honestly.

"Continue?" Yumna wondered why your ex-husband had invited his son to the park. He could have come to visit home. Lagian Yumna also will not forbid him if he wants to meet his son. Even if it is forbidden, Yumna knows about religion. There's no way he's forbidding a real father from finding his flesh and blood. Not with his past mistakes. The name of the flesh blood will never be cut off at any time.

"I was invited to sleep at Bun's house, even once a week or twice a week," Ali replied honestly. Ali really did not want to lie to the woman who gave birth to him. Even the slightest thing if the mother has the right to know, then Ali will tell.

"What do you say, darling?" Yumna was very surprised by her son's words. Even if her ex-husband wants her son to stay at his house, why not just come to the house to ask her permission first. Not directly to the son. Do not remember the man, if all this time he was very big to play a role for their son.

"Yes, I said, if I can't die alone. I asked first Mother if Mother ngizinin I stayed there or not. That's what I said, Bun," replied Ali.

Yumna breathed deeply. I don't think he would be willing if his son stayed there. But, Yumna cannot be selfish, because anything related to the son also has the right of the ex-husband. Meat blood. If there had been no one, Yumna would have never seen Ali in his life.

"Well, if you really want to linal there Mother allow," replied Yumna with a long sigh.

"Did my Mother sincerely stay there?" Ali looked at the Mother who seemed to let out a long sigh. Ali did not want the mother to give him permission, if the mother felt forced to release herself to stay at the father's house.

"No dear, mother sincerely. If you want to stay there it's okay. Some mothers do not want to sin because they forbid you to stay at home because of your father's invitation, dear." replied Yumna with a sweet smile on her lips. But rest assured in his heart feels heavy if the child stays there. It seemed that he had not been sincere enough to let his son stay at their house that was too deep to give him a wound.

Yumna. "Yes dear, sincere mother," Yumna replied displaying a sweet smile on her lips.

Ali still seemed to have doubts about her mother. But if the mother had said so, it was possible that the mother was sincere.

"Thank you Mother, maybe I only stay there once a week if not too busy for the task," Ali displayed her sweet smile as she said so. In his heart he was also a little happy. Not too remember, a little! Because what, because Ali did not want to leave the mother alone in this house. Even if he could, Ali chose not to stay there.

"Yes dear, equally," replied Yumna displaying a distinctive smile of hers.

Ali hugged the woman beside him tightly, which Yumna replied no less tightly. Behind the back of the son, believe me the clear water came out of the bright eye. She was very sad when the day came, the day the son stayed at his ex-husband's house. Forbidden even Yumna thought he could not, fearing sin and the curse of God.

Yumna immediately wiped away her tears, before Ali let go of her embrace. Yumna was afraid that if her son saw her crying, Yumna was sure the son would not want to stay there on her grounds.

"Mother's message is only one dear," said Yumna when Ali had released his embrace.

"What Bun?" tanya Ali looked at the slightly wet Netra Yumna. Ali knew that her mother was crying in her arms. It's just that Ali didn't want to ask what was the cause of his mother crying. Even without Ali asked, he knew if he was the one who made the mother drip clear crystals from her beautiful eyes.

"Later if you are there, never be naughty or do anything that you feel is not good. Mother does not want, later they even blame you, under the pretext of just something that is unintentional. Not that you want to scare or make the family worse, no! Mother just doesn't want anything bad to happen to you, dear," Yumna rubbed the son's pitch-black mane. The same mane as himself.

"Yes Mother, Mother's advice I will definitely remember. Thank you Mother for advising me. I won't do anything there either" Ali replied with a gentle smile on her lips. "then I only want to sleep once a week there Bun, afraid to win what Mother fears happens. Because the feeling of a mother will never be wrong," continued Ali looked at the mother. It is true that not what Ali said is true. If a person's feelings are very strong.

"Mother doesn't mean to pray bad for you, dear. It's just that your feelings aren't good" Yumna said.

"Do'ain if I'm there will be fine, Mother" said Ali.

"That's definitely Mother's praying darling. Nor will you ever want anything bad to happen to you, dear,"

"Thank you for Mother,"

"Boye together,"

TB