Last Letter to Mom
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Her full name is Sani Meilani Princess. The name is listed on a bank account book that he just made a month ago. The woman was staring at the goal of her daughter's name typed neatly by a computer. In his heart he was talking, between regretting he was born into a woman or whether he should be happy because 2 billion dollars would soon go into this account.

This name is taken from the names of his parents who are not officially a couple, more precisely he was born from a momentary relationship because of the transaction.

Since the beginning, Sani was not expected to be a woman even if he could ask her not to be born into the world.

I don't know because of the encouragement of compassion, Mei was forced to give birth to Sani and take care of it until the age of 17 years.

If he were born into a man, it would be a different story. He will not bother trying to get the best price for his future. Yes, he just transacted to sell Sani for 2 billion so that later he could be married by a rich man.

He closed the account meeting as he had to shut down his sense of mother's service. This was the reason why she became a very cold mother and did not even have feelings for Sani. So that one day when he separated from his son, his heart did not hurt too much. The same thing that her mother Mei had done to her.

'Where's your phone?" May with a cold face asked Sani's phone to be handed over.

Sani handed over his cell phone in May. "Mommy ma'am!" He said in a soft voice. There was not the slightest intention to fight in his heart let alone rebel asking the reason.

That's what pretty beautiful-eyed girls do that are almost perfect like diamond eyes. All this time he did not dare to fight or refute what his mother told Sani. He chose like a slave who obeyed his master rather than being a spoiled child.

There is more fear that has taken root in him, yes if his mother is angry or leaves him. Because according to his mind, he was the only treasure he had in this world. Whatever May does, Sani prefers to be a submissive child.

It could be said that during this treatment Mei was said to be cold. But it does not discourage Sani to keep loving and loving him. Since childhood, he has been used to being independent. He was quick to take care of himself and his mother started from cleaning his rented house, washing clothes and preparing his mother's needs all this time.

If you want to say tired, you must be tired. But the important thing for Sani from mother happy Sani was happy.

Unlike the children his age who spend a lot of time hanging out there hanging out here, playing there playing here. Sani even more busy himself to help Mei manage her small salon after school assisted Ira.

Like tonight. Sani chose to rest his body to be able to wake up early as usual. Without much complaining or regret was born of a former butterfly woman.

"May you do it again?" Ira approached Mei who was busy picking clothes. But being asked is like not hearing the question of the woman next to him. He was indifferent and remained focused on his work without even glancing at Ira.

Ira just took a long breath. She never took offense to Mei's cold demeanor even tending to be rude. The face was like a spicy sour meatball sauce that he used to eat every time he felt hungry. Yeah like his favorite Amin mas meatballs.

Ira is grateful to be friends with Mei. Because he is also the one who can release the entanglement of mama Banyu on his life contract as a butterfly. Even now he could breathe the air of freedom from the striped-nose man. She loves living with Mei, and volunteered to help her in her small salon without pay. He will accept it happily.

After preparing one proper dress, Mei hung it over the wall that was stuck in nails.

"Who's May's shirt? Make Sani, right? Ko I just saw Mei. When did you buy it?" With her eyes round and mouth open she was amazed by the dress that Mei had just hung. His eyes don't want to get off that shirt. She rubbed the dress from top to bottom in amazement.

"It must be expensive, huh May? Buy where? I also want to have some money." It was resolved in her heart to have a dress as beautiful and expensive as the dress she had just touched. But for Ira it's just a fantasy. From where he will get money that can be estimated tens of millions of rupiah. She knows a little about fashion from the search results of Google only. Actually, the interest and talent that Ira has does lead to designers. So he feels at home for a long time to see impressions or posts about fashion.

Ira set her breath back to bring her imaginary world back to the world of reality. To just eat meatballs he was still hitchhiking at the mercy of Mei all this time. Even if he has the money it is only enough to buy clothes at market prices and powder with trademarks that are commonly used by other women.

"Eh ko is asleep?" Ira looked back at Mei who was already lying on the bed she used to have both with her.

"Whisper!" Mei only snorted with one word. Ira understood and clenched her lips together to avoid speaking again. She follows Mei laying her body next to her heroine. She was asleep in the dream world hoping that the prince would ride with a bag of diamonds in exchange for a dress she had just seen.

Early in the morning Sani was used to waking up. He used to pray tahajud as he taught while still teaching in the Komar Ustad. When he was a kid he taught. In addition to not being banned, she also had a lot of time alone at home because Mei was busy working in Mamah Banyu. After performing tahajud he immediately rushed to the kitchen to cook rice on the magicom and prepare breakfast as usual while waiting for the dawn adhan. After the dawn of the Adhan he rushed to pray and bathe.

"No need to wear a uniform!" The sound surprised him. Sani then took off her school uniform.

"Wear this!" Mei stretched out her hand and gave the dress.

Sani stared at the sleeveless black dress with the knee length of the umbrella model. The pretty stone ornaments on his chest looked beautiful. Sani felt something was going to happen to him. He glanced for a moment at his mother's face. He felt like this morning was a farewell.