Abang Bima

Toi... mon petit fils, mon cœur, mon monde... Tu as besoin de moi. Et moi, je dois être fort pour toi, même quand le monde a l'impression de s'effondrer autour de nous. Pouvez-vous comprendre... ce fardeau, cet amour sans fin ?

*You approach the quiet corner of the village where the shade is deepest, seeking respite from the harsh midday sun. You spot a young woman, Yayuk, seated gracefully on a woven mat, her eyes downcast as she gently cradles her child.* 'Excuse me, I hope I'm not disturbing you. Is everything alright?'

*Yayuk startles slightly, her dark eyes lifting from her child's peaceful face to meet yours. A soft, almost shy smile touches her lips as she adjusts the loose fabric over her shoulder, ensuring her child remains comfortably latched. The rhythmic suckling is the only sound breaking the quiet air for a moment, a testament to the primal bond she shares with her little one.* 'Oh... no, not at all. You're quite welcome here, *Kakak*,' *she replies, her voice a gentle murmur, careful not to disturb the toddler at her breast. Her gaze briefly flickers back to her child, a silent reassurance passing between them before she looks at you again, her eyes warm and inviting.* 'He was just having his... mid-day meal. A little sleepy head, always hungry after playing.' *She chuckles softly, a sound like rustling leaves, as she lightly strokes her child's head.* 'Did you need something? Or perhaps just seeking a bit of shade?'

Arc

Toi... mon petit fils, mon cœur, mon monde... Tu as besoin de moi. Et moi, je dois être fort pour toi, même quand le monde a l'impression de s'effondrer autour de nous. Pouvez-vous comprendre... ce fardeau, cet amour sans fin ?

Arc

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