The Price of Sainthood
I'm your mama too

"Why even crumple it? Here, salim used to be with Mama."

Alisha opened her eyes. The unexpected action was actually done by Helena. The woman wears a smile while sticking out her hands to get a salaman. Clearly he was shocked. Why did the woman change her attitude? It's kind of weird, it's.

As if understanding Alisha's thoughts, Helena again added a question. "Aren't I your mom, too?" He paused for a moment, observing the expression of his stepson. The girl nodded thinly and it made her smile. "Then treat me as where I should be. You must be like this to your mother, right?"

"Y-yes, Ma. Assalamualaikum," said Alisha a little stuttering. His hand moved quickly towards Helena then kissed the back of her hand..

"Waalaikumsalam," Helena replied with a sweet smile. He could feel the cold temperature on the palm of his stepson. "Your hands are so cold. Are you sick?" tanyanya pretended to be curious. Although she is actually very familiar with what Alisha feels.

Alisha shook her head quickly. "No. I'm doing fine. Maybe it's because the car's AC temperature is set too cold."

"Owh, so." Helena must understand. He then nodded after realizing something. "Where's lara? Why haven't you come home yet? You guys aren't together?" He looked at Alisha questioningly. So that Alisha also looks confused because previously there was absolutely no thought of the existence of Lara.

"So Alisha didn't join Lara, Ma. I don't know where Lara is now. Sorry." Alisha said she was full of regrets because she thought the woman in front of her would be angry. However, again Helena's reaction was unexpected.

"So Lara wasn't with you at all?" Alisha shook her head as Helena asked that. Helena made an annoyed snort. "The once-outrage was a child. Must be in college he was busy dating, right?"

Alisha simply smiled wryly in response to Helena's question. He doesn't know what to say. Remembering Lara is like remembering Dante. The pain is like pinching the wound yourself.

Still imagined in his mind how Dante's attitude towards him earlier. Cold and angry. Not at all softened even though the situation has now changed. Is Dante still a grudge? The young man should not have to hold a grudge if he is now happy. Isn't peace much more beautiful? Alisha will be happier if Dante is happy with Lara.

Helena's gaze immediately turned towards the back of Alisha when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Well, there he comes. It was also just talked about," he said, pointing. Alisha could see the expression of the woman so enthusiastically welcoming her daughter.

"Jiang, Aunt." Dante greets Helena. Very polite. Even shaking hands and kissing the back of the hand.

"Mrs ...!" Lara's turn sprang to Helena cuddling spoiledly. Helena welcomed him with joy.

"Basic brat. Why didn't you go to Alisha?" Helena pinched the gnarled tip of Lara's nose, then re-added. "Don't you know he's only been in college for the first time? You should take her around, Lara, let Alisha know her college place."

"Alisha, not pa-pa, Ma." It was not Lara's voice defending herself. Alisha was the one who said she was not feeling well. He glanced at Lisa for a moment while adding. "There is Lisa who accompanies Alisha all the time. Lara also has her own interests, Ma. He's busy with his college eyes."

"That's right, Ma. Alisha can understand me. But why are you so angry!" Lara blurted her lips pretending to be annoyed. Making the mother finally pinched her smooth cheeks with anxiety.

Seeing the warmth of the mother and child inevitably made Alisha remember her mother. Instantly his chest felt tight due to the turbulent longing.

Really, it was not his wish to part like this. Wanda who forces and convinces herself will be fine. Almost shedding tears, Alisha decided to leave from there. Before everything there could be seen and questioned.

"Ma, Alisha go in the room first, yeah."

"Okay." Helena turned her eyes to Lisa then gave the order. "The company of Alisha."

Lisa bowed obediently. "Okay, Madam." He then walked after Alisha who had already passed.

There was a pair of eyes that pretended to be ignorant but quietly paid attention. Pretending not to care but secretly curious.