I'm Single Mom
ASM 10's

Is my mother still alive?"

" Sinta died after leaving you." Say mother again.

" Where are we going today, ma'am?"

Mom sighed again, she looked at me for a moment, "to your mother's village."

Tragic about my life. Why do I have to live a similar fate to Bu Sinta?

*

After a long journey, we finally arrived at a small slum.

" Mom, should I go back to this place?"

I wish you thought back to leaving me here. All my life I've never been anywhere, and I really feel foreign.

But I didn't touch my words one bit.

Mom asked me to take a break in a small shop. I ordered a glass of warm sweet tea and a plate of lontong. I eat with gourmand. Not even a single drop of lontong was left on the plate.

" A hungry huh?" Ask mom while smiling.

I just nodded, glad that mom gave me a little smile.

Our next trip will be a pilgrimage to the tomb of my mother Sinta, my biological mother. Long enough we searched around, until accidentally my eyes caught the figure of a dusty tombstone full of soil. This tomb is flattened by the ground, even weeds decorate on it.

Either because there is an inner bond, I immediately clean the tombstone, now I vaguely spell the tombstone that says Sinta.

" Assalamu'alaikum, mom... Salsa's coming ma'am..."

I slowly began to clean the tomb of my biological mother. How wonderful, no one takes care of it.

In this flat belly button I shed my tears. There is a feeling of sadness, of having to meet in two different realms.

Time and again my mother rubbed my shoulders, giving me strength.

After being satisfied in the tomb of my biological mother, now I am invited back to an old house.

" This is mom's parents' house. Mother is an only child. Both of my parents are dead, so you can stay here." Say mom slowly.

" Himself?" I don't believe it.

"Yes, I can't keep you company, there's Zaskia who still needs mom. You have to accept all the consequences for your actions, Salsa."

" It's money, take it!"

Two million dollars has now moved in my hands.

" Use this money for your daily needs. God willing, if you live long, your mother and Zaskia will visit you. I'm sure you can survive on your own."

We hugged, I was afraid of losing my mother.

Finally mom really left me in this old house by myself. Without anyone!

*

I'm leaning my body against the wall of this house. I don't know what to do. Can I live alone?

I rubbed my growing stomach.

" Dad, Mommy must be strong." My inner speech.

" Assalamu'alaikum..."

From behind the door came an old face with a slightly bent path.

" Waalaikum salam..." With great difficulty I stood up.

Without letting this old grandma into the house. He watched me from head to toe.

" What is your relationship with Komariah?"

" Grandma knows mom?" I asked back.

" From him we were little neighbors. Where is he now?"

" Mom's home, grandma." Sad answer.

Grandma I don't know how this thing started nagging herself.

" Where's your husband?" Ask the grandmother. He's like a cop interrogating a suspect.

" My husband's gone, Grandma." Answer lies.

I'm ashamed to admit I don't have a husband with this grandma. Maybe he'll be getting more grumpy at this house.

" Do you dare sleep here tonight? The day is getting late, the cloudy began to thick. It will soon rain. For a while, sleep at Grandma's. Tomorrow we will be in this house all asking for help from the people to channel the lights to this house."

The tears fell down without my being able to stand it. It turns out that God still sends good people to help me here.

" Why are you crying?" Grandma nudged my shoulder.

" Thank you, because you still care about me."

*

Now we have arrived at the grandmother's house, the house is not much different from the mother's house. This house is much cleaner.

" Now go take a bath, it's not good for pregnant women to take a bath too late." Grandmother's orders.

I went to the bathroom immediately. A simple bathroom covered only by a used sack. The bathroom has a large hole filled with water, and we have to use a bucket tied with a rope to reach the water. It was so different when I lived in my mom's house that everything was available.

*

I'm done showering. I'm wearing a little tight trousers and a t-shirt. I know I don't have a negligee.

Grandma noticed my appearance, so I felt uncomfortable. Without saying he entered the room and not long after he came out carrying a cloth.

" Wear it, it's comfortable for a pregnant woman."

I took the cloth from Grandma's hand. A negligee shirt. It was good and fit my body size.

" That shirt is my son's ex." Grandma seemed to know how to read my mind, without being asked she started telling stories.

" Grandma has kids?" Askaqua.

" Yes." his eyes began to look. There was sadness on his face.

" He died a few years ago and he killed his husband when he was six months pregnant?"

I was surprised and said Istighfar many times.

" His husband was jealous blind, so darkened his eyes and finished him off."

I rubbed my grandmother's shoulder, "Patience, may the grandmother's son husnul khotimah be placed in God's paradise."

Grandma looked at me, "what's your name?"

" Salsa nut." Answer's short.

" My son is called Wulandari, beautiful like you." Grandma said with a smile.

" It's night, we'd better eat first. You must have reported it?"

Shamelessly I nodded quickly.

At a simple table there is a bowl of rice and a bowl of sauteed kale and two eggs of beef eyes.

" Granny's just got this, I hope you like it."

We ate together at the flashing lights. While the electric lights died because the rain fell quite heavy and accompanied by thunder that was mutually unpretentious.

*

The rain has not stopped, my grandmother and I intentionally slept faster. On a small, narrow cot, this kind grandmother shared a bed with me. If there wasn't a grandmother, I wouldn't know where tonight would be.

Grandma was asleep. I am the only one who is still awake, my maraku can not be invited to compromise.

Suddenly I miss my home, miss my comfortable room, miss school, miss my dad, miss my mom and Zaskia. What are they doing? I didn't even get to tell Zaskia. Is he looking for me? Will he feel lost? Ah, Zaskia.

" Oh Allah... Take care of my family, take care of my mother, my father Zaskia. Don't let Zaskia follow in my footsteps. And... Give health to this good grandmother, O Allah...." My prayer in my heart.

My eyes began to get sleepy, and I finally fell asleep soundly and for a moment could forget my problems.