"So from today on, Bro Raenal doesn't live in this house anymore?" Arra asked her mother in between her sobs that were very low and low. "Yes," answered her mother by pulling her head back and kissing the top of her head gently.
"Now ask me, why are you crying?" asked the woman when she saw that Arra felt lost and didn't like it when she heard the news of her first son's departure. "I'm sad and don't want to be left by Bro Raenal."
"Again?" asked her mother, who again asked for the reason why Arra was getting up like she is now. "I don't want Bro Raenal to go," said Arra, which made her mother chuckle again.
"Want to hear a story from mom?" asked the woman making the sixteen-year-old woman start to nod her head, Arra positioned herself to lay her head on the pillow after Arra had previously laid her head on her mother's lap.
"Will it belong?"
