I'm Honey My Son
A Piece of Yogi's Past

At the moment, Mita is in the terminal. He's waiting for the bus heading towards J. He wants to pit his fate in the city of J, capitalized on determination.

A few minutes later, we arrived in the town of J. But Mita was very confused, where she had to go. Because in the city of J there are no relatives at all.

In the heat of the sun, Mita stepped foot somewhere. He walked down the street in J. As he stepped, his eyes continued to look to the left and right.

"Hopefully, someone is in need of employees. Yeah, even though I'm just an SLTP graduate. At least the work of being a household assistant, or a washing worker as if nothing as long as I can eat," Mita's mind continues to wander right and left.

In the end, Mita stopped at a food stall. Where there is a brochure attached, if the food stall is in need of employees.

Mita ventured into a food stall that happened to be quiet buyers.

"Asalamu alaikum, ma'am "greetings Mita smiling.

"Walaikum salam wr. What's up, son?" asked the owner smiling kindly.

"Mom, I look ahead at the writing if you need employees. I'm willing to work, ma'am." Mita said with a smile.

"You're serious, because there's been a lot of listings here but canceled. Because here have to stay, hard work. Having to wake up in the middle of the night to help me process the cooking, essentially sleeping a little. Are you willing?" asked the mother to smile.

"God willing I can, ma'am." Mita was very enthusiastic.

"But the salary is also not so big, in accordance with the advantages of stalls. If the shop rame, you will get more money. If the stall is quiet, you also get a lot of money," the shop owner's mother explained.

"I don't have a problem, ma'am. The most important thing for me is to be able to take shelter, shelter, that's enough. Mother accepted that I work here only, I'm grateful to you" Mita was very happy.

"Alright, just this time I saw a person who could be grateful," the shop owner's mother shook her head while smiling.

That day Mita also worked at the food stall. And he lived in the house of the shop owner's mother who happened to be his home behind the food stall.

Mita's days passed with great joy, she did not think about the burden of life she was feeling right now. He tried to forget all for the sake of the child currently in his birth.

Bu Nina, the owner of the stall, is also very good to Mita. Even he is more affectionate to Mita after hearing Mita's life story.

"Yes, God. Poor Mita, must experience the test of life that is not easy. But I salute her, she can still smile, "inner Ms. Nina.

Time goes by so fast, now Mita has given birth to a daughter who is very funny and adorable and named Intan.

Intan grew up in the town of J, precisely in a food stall. When Intan was five years old, Ms. Nina died. Food stalls and his house was given to Mita to be managed.

"Thus, Atin. The story of mother when separated from father. Alhamdulilah, Allah is good to you. Until the mother was met with the late Bu Nina who was very good," Mita revealed a smile looking down at Atin while wiping Atin's black mane.

Clearly clear clear rounders came out of Atin's eyes, making Bu Mita feel astonished.

"Son, why are you crying?" Mita wiped Atin's tears.

"Mom, I can't imagine how my mother suffered. Had to fend for yourself in the middle of the mother's pregnancy." Atin smelled at Ms. Mita's wrinkled hands.

"Everyone has their own story, mother just lives the destiny of mother like flowing water" said Mita smiling.

Not long after she told the life of Intan, from the story of her marriage with Reno due to infidelity. And how the Intan must part with the Laras at the time when the new Laras was born.

Intan's suffering has not yet been completed, the marriage of the two is very complicated.

"Atin, I'm sure at this time must be Intan is thinking about what if one day Laras knows if she has ever been the wife of her husband's series," Mita sighed long.

"Mom, don't worry. I will definitely not remain silent" said Atin reassured Ms. Mita.

After a long conversation, Atin and Bu Mita are fast asleep. Unlike the Yogi who can not close his eyes.

He was remembering his past. And he deeply regretted why he did not believe in Mita, but instead believed in Sinta who only wanted to make her household destroyed.

At that time, Sinta visited Bude Nunung's house. Where Yogi is in the house. Sinta came to be accompanied by one of the residents.

Yogi follows Sinta's willingness to go with him to meet the brothers in front of his house.

"Areally who wants to see me? why don't you just come here?" inner Yogi.

Before long, Yogi and Sinta as well as one of the citizens had arrived in front of her house.

"Well, why are so many people gathered here? that's who's next to Rahma, not the guy who's having an affair with Mita?" The yogi immediately burned the flames of jealousy.

He strode quickly before Grace and his hand on the lay would hit Mercy, but some citizens held him back.

"Daddy, Yogi! beware that you hit my husband!" snapped Rahma ketus.

"What, husband? so this man is the husband, Mba Rahma?" Yogi still can't believe it.

"Yes, and you have misunderstood Mita because of this woman's incitement!" snapped Rahma.

Then Rahma told Yogi everything. If Grace still has a brotherly relationship with Mita. Mercy has long been working abroad as a TKI. He has not yet met Yogi.

Yogi is very sorry for misunderstanding Mita. Suddenly he ran towards the house. Yogi continues to look for Mita's differences but does not meet.

The yogi steps out of the house, apologizing to Grace for the misunderstanding that has occurred.

Yogi asked all the citizens and Mr. RT about the whereabouts of Mita. But no one knows it.

Even Mr. RT and the people apologized to Yogi. Because of Sinta's incitement, all have forcibly expelled Mita.

Yogi's body was parched, he fell sitting on the floor bowed lethargic. Slowly her tears spilled. He regretted everything that happened.

"Yes, God. Please show me where Mita is, so I can take her home." A prayer of the Yogi in the heart.

He continues to expect Mita's return.

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