"Mommy, come on! Let's go fishing!" shouted Bima, pulling at my arm eagerly, with Dimas following close behind.
I smiled, pushing away the strange feelings that had crept into my mind earlier. I didn't want to ruin my children's happiness. Their first time fishing on a boat. "Alright, sweetheart. Let's go fishing."
We sat at the edge of the boat, with our fishing lines ready to cast into the sea. Mas Bara, Bima, and Dimas were clearly enjoying the activity. Both of our grandfathers and Aunt Diana just sat watching the four of us. Our kids and Mas Bara were joking and laughing, discussing what kinds of fish might be in the sea, making me feel as if everything was perfectly fine. Until my line suddenly moved.
"Got something!" I shouted in surprise, pulling the fishing line hard.
