The Babysitter Belongs to the Duda
Fikri's Sadness

Fikri was already in Andre's car after the farewell drama between him and Arnold and Alan made everyone hold back a laugh. Even now Fikri is still smiling himself considering the moment that happened earlier. Just this time he felt the wait to return home made him feel flattered.

"Sister Ikli, becok to cini agi yes. Angan cali sister in lual there, enough we beldua caja" said Alan with a smile.

Alan was no longer upset with Fikri because he was more defensive and close to his brother. Precisely because of the Fikri, making the atmosphere at home more exciting. Especially in playing PS games make Arnold and Alan who did not know it so understand.

They were both taught a lot of things, especially fun games. This makes their knowledge grow. Simple games like angkling also had time they played even if only briefly.

"Yes, be careful if you find another sister. Arnold pinched his leg so he couldn't leave again. Where there are our rich funny sisters out there. Is that Alan?" arnold asked for his sister's approval.

"Tul" cried Alan excitedly.

Surely everyone could only laugh at the babbling of the two little children. Both of them are always confident in their words, especially to please themselves.

***

"You comfortable near the family, om?" andre asked, breaking the silence.

Fikri nodded his head in excitement. Even his smile never faded from his lips. Andre is really happy if his children and his family can make people around him feel comfortable around them.

"How the hell om how to have a family that can love each other? Even caring for each other" Fikri asked suddenly.

Andre was a little surprised by the question from Fikri, he also slightly stole a glance towards the boy. His eyes looked sad and there were many wounds in it, there was no bright twinkle like that when talking about being together with his family.

"It's the adult business that built it from the start, son. If at this time the family does not care about each other, it means that everything must come together and talk about what really happened" said Andre with a genuine smile.

"I once did, om. Talk to mom and dad, but they're busy with their phones. I want to go home or not be home. Not rich family om, I feel there rich expected to come back again" explained Fikri with a sigh.

Stuffy... That was what Andre felt when he heard the story from Fikri. Previously he was also indifferent to the state of his son, the most important of their needs are met and there are those who take care of the three. But when Nadia was present, she realized that her actions had been wrong. However, their children need a parent who loves them.

"I'm an only child, who would I play if my parents didn't care about me? ART? They were busy cleaning the house" he continued.

Even now Fikri's eyes look teary. Andre really sees the figure of Fikri as a reflection of the past life of his children. His children never expressed their desire for him to be always present by diverting everything so that they could forget the affection they never got.

Fikri just nodded his head even though he did not understand the meaning of Andre's words. Even now he hugs Andre from the side because now he wants to feel for a moment the embrace of a father figure.

"You should be happy even if your parents don't care. Show your achievements even if no one appreciates you, who knows someday your parents and others will look at you. You can also consider us your family" he continued.

Fikri nodded her head then released her embrace from Andre. He rubbed the rough tears that suddenly fell unstoppable on both of his cheeks while enjoying a warm embrace from Andre.

"Come on Fikri, show the world that you can and can make everyone look at you" Fikri exclaimed excitedly.

Andre laughed at Fikri's cry which was like that. He is proud if his speech is able to motivate others to achieve. Especially children the age of Fikri who are still in his ambitious period in pursuing what he dreamed.

"Said Arnold, men can't be whiny. But how did Fikri even become cry huh? Om, don't complain to Arnold if Fikri was crying. I'll be cut off" he continued.

Andre nodded his head, especially if it was already dealing with Arnold. He will turn things into his moons if he knows others are not doing what he says. Of course to avoid Fikri so as not to be ashamed of being close to Arnold again indeed he had to hide this from him.

***

Not long after the car driven by Andre stopped right in front of Fikri's house after entering through the gate opened by the security guard. It is seen that this house is so quiet that no one even welcomes their arrival.

"No ART opens the door?" asked Andre with his face.

"No, om. They are all in the back house at this hour, I have brought the keys to the house" said Fikri with a rough sigh.

Fikri showed the key to the house he held to Andre this certainly made him surprised. Moreover, Fikri only lived in the main house along with his parents while ART was all in the back house. If his parents have not returned to work, it means Fikri will live in the main house alone.

Gee whiz... Andre couldn't imagine how lonely Fikri was. It turns out that his children are more fortunate accompanied by his grandmother and grandfather if he is working. Fikri also currently looked so relaxed facing the look of pity from Andre.

"Fikri come in first, om. Thank you for forgiving and accepting Fikri in your family. Hopefully in the future Fikri will be allowed to play again to the house om and aunt" said Fikri sincerely.

Andre nodded his head with his mute lips to answer Fikri's farewell speech. Fikri entered the house after waving his hand towards Andre who had to open the door first. It is seen that in the eyes of Fikri there is a burning spirit to welcome tomorrow.

Andre decided to go home soon. He drove his car out of the Fikri area. Shortly after Andre's car exited the gate, two four-wheeled vehicles entered the yard.