Among the Million Love
Chapter 34 ~About My Mom

Alone is sad, but better than together but exhausting. Once they leave, I let them. Not knowing how long we were together, the fact is that me and him who had a relationship for almost a decade finally foundered as well.

It reminds me of what Mom said,

'This world is mortal, all that will be eternal even if you feel possessed but remember your Lord who has the right to determine how long you will be tithed'

So miss Mama...

A whole week of not interacting with Mama, mama's been quieting me more lately. Maybe because he knows my daily activities, a full week also I do not eat the breakfast that Mama serves. While Papa is the same, he was out of town because of the affairs of the construction of other orphanages. Mama must have felt lonely at home, different stories if she had gone out and gathered with her organization.

Intending to atone for my guilt for Mama, I now sat down at the dinner table before she walked out of her room. Confused also have to do anything, cooking anything that is later even hit by spicy scorn Mama. Washing home furniture, but no dirty kitchen utensils. In my view, I only caught one square-shaped cloth hanging in the corner of the kitchen. Okay, I'll clean teflon, stove, and more.

Start by spraying the cleaning sprai and then wiping it with a canoebo, after cleaning then wipe it with a rather soft object made of the cloth, and so on. Not knowing how long I worked, it turns out there was a mother who was standing with her waist in front of me.

Not the compliments or admiring words I get. But, uh,

"What sash, Dysa?"

"Tumben stopped by the kitchen?" Continue Mama. I just keep my lips as long as I can.

"Ih, Mama. Every day Dysa stopped by the kitchen for drinks." My answer.

"Usually to the kitchen remember to eat doang, open the refrigerator neguk water, open the hood food take food. How dare you really hold onto consciousness?" So ledeknya.

I was silent, just playing my lips to the right and left.

"Yes, continue. Mama wants to cook, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Bake bread, Ma. But made a sandwich that you know, don't use jam."

"Yes, fussy." That's 'yes' from Mama.

"Next week, Bai and his family will come again." Mom said suddenly.

I'm quiet, man,

"Why silence?" Ask Mama.

"Yes already, come yes just come. They're Mama's guests."

Mama flicked her finger at the back of my head, loudly, until the sound rang out to both of my ears.

"It hurts, Ma."

"Stupid! They came with purpose and purpose."

"What is the purpose and purpose?"

"Applying." Back mama sliced tomatoes on the cutting board.

"Apply Who?"

"Just think to yourself, you think they came to propose to Mama?!" Mom's tone is rising.

I sniffed my shoulder, though,

"Yes, maybe."

"Ishh, you brat." No kidding, this woman who gave birth to me put a tomato knife in my head.

"Mama, gross!" Feels a little wet and slimy in my hair when I rub.

"Not showered either... Slovenly, virgin's taking her day."

"Mama too." My elak.

"Also what? A virgin?" His law.

"Mama hasn't taken a shower either, I mean!!!!"

Mama laughed, could you say that if you were a virgin, her son tried this big? Basic Mamalita aka Mama socialita.

"If Bai comes, you must look beautiful. The real dandan." Its futures.

"It is not sinful, Ma, give yourself in front of a man who is not our mahrom?"

"Husst, the intention is not to seek attention. His intention to call guests, they are still sisters with us. Guests should be welcomed, especially those who are still brothers. You know what, budhe Nur who now lives in Malang?" Ask mama.

"Well, her husband will have a sister who is now in Jogja."

"Continue?" My speech.

"Well, his sister's brother-in-law Baihaqi's parents, Dys."

"So?" Next asked.

"So yes, they are indirectly brothers with us."

"Wouldn't it be that a brother doesn't feel good to be a daughter-in-law? It's also good to be a brother forever, don't have to be besananan." My word.

"Faraway brothers too. Yes, you if you are told to like ngeyelllll continue. Ribet!"

Lah, the mama who makes a storm. What do I care he wants our brother to cake, not cake. Come yes just come, do not need long story time, Ma. - Gulikku in heart.

"You have to want Dysa, Mama won't accept any more rejections. She's the best candidate in Mama's eyes, rejecting her means you're not filial to Mama." My breakfast this morning, along with a sandwich that's almost ready and a bonus mama's fuss.

Not to be filial, Ma. It's just not ready to get married. What yes, marriage must be forced? - Just say inwardly.

"Dysa, listen?"

"Yes, ma."

"Now, eat. It's ripe."

"Hot watch." He said as I approached the dinner table carrying a plate of Mama-style sandwiches.

"Where are you going today?"

"To the Mall, shopping needs."

"Follow it to Ma."

Eleven o'clock in the morning,

"Well, if you take it too late. A lot of time mom wasted." Speak jerking.

"Sorry, Ma. That guy's got his shirt tangled, yeah, got to iron it first."

"Aren't there any other clothes in your closet? Do not burn if the clothes in the closet are not on you to wear. Don't buy any more clothes in there!!" Snapped Mama to me.

"Yes, but don't go home before Dysa is satisfied, Ma?"

"Bodo very!!"

Brutal, cruel my mother. Mama walked down the stairs, walked to the garage and took my red car for her to use. Fashionable woman, at the age of more than half a century she is still often called a young girl because of her style.

Not arrogant or proud, mama even doused shame when said brother and sister when the road with me. I am not inferior or feel old until it is called the same age as Mama. Indeed I feel worthy of my natural makeup and what it is.

Unlike Mama, Mama never wears a negligee like home mothers who are busy with laundry, children, and household affairs. Indeed there is only one maid in the house, the rest of the residents take care of it themselves. Basic Mama who is good at managing themselves well, Mama active activities inside or outside the home.

Like today, I wear a sun-dyed span skirt, shirt, and peach-colored leather jacket, and today I wear a matching color hijab with my jacket, with sandal shoes entitled as high as three inches, for me the outfit is quite appropriate for a walk.

Another case of Mama, a white parachute dress, with a tengtop interior, long black pants, high-heeled boots, sunglasses, top hair, hair clasp, looking sexy beats me who is still a girl and has not found this soul mate. Even so, Mama looked fierce with her steps. Not intending to seek attention, which there looks fine-fine only with his appearance. Beautiful, but forgetting age.

Shopping for home necessities for the next month, I just pushed the trolley behind him. Not understanding the needs of the household, which I remember that I always needed a sanitary pad. Without asking Mama to put it on the monthly shopping list. So, yes, enough silence and follow in his footsteps.

"Ma, you're gonna stop by there, okay?" Point me at the watch booth.

"Yes." Yeah."

From a distance there was one of the watches that caught my attention, a white color with fringe flashing like diamonds. Whether original or not, but I like it. Until at the end my steps were nilar, not clamor without direction until the trolley I pushed hit someone.

Brakes... Bruggs !

"Oh, sorry, sorry." I'm sorry, the young lady's groceries in front of me fell.

"Sorry, madam. Let me help you." Pick up paper parcels labeled with the same maal.

"Other times be careful. What about the children who were hit? This pain knows." Said the woman I hit.

"Yes, I'm so sorry. Again forgive me."

Not seeing the face of the woman I hit, a second later my jaw was made stiff because my mouth was gaping. The figure I hit was the one I had been missing and waiting for.