The Most Difficult Choice

A slumbering Nosa suddenly wakes up when there's a pat on her cheek. His eyes opened, seeing the silhouette ofa woman standing beforehim.

"Honey, why sleep here?" 

Ms. Sasongko's voice is clearly heard with concern in Nosa's ears.

Nosa casts her eyes as if they're still sticky. He got up, then sat on the couch with his legs outstretched on the floor.

"Mama. Since when is Mama here?" Nosa massaged her sore nape.

"Just now. Mama's worried about you, honey." Ms. Sasongko sits next to Nosa.

His youngest son squeezed his fingers that were intertwined. The concerns are so clearly visible from his face.

"Mama doesn't have to worry about anything. I'm fine." Nosa smiles softly at the mama who cares so much for her.