I'm Single Mom
ASM 16's

Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, Elmeera Fathina Akmal, which means noble daughter, intelligent and also perfect." I pinned his father's name at the end as a reminder that he was the son of someone named Akmal.

" Duh, my grandmother's tongue could roll calling your son's name." Kelakar granny.

I laughed at Grandma's joke.

Mother, give you a beautiful name. Later mother wants you to be a smart child, be a noble child is also perfect, not following in the footsteps of the wrong mother.

The implementation of Elmeera thanksgiving has been carried out even though it is only perfunctory or simply.

For a while Grandma went home, she said she wanted to rest.

Now we are both home.

Elmeera slept and drank milk. Not too troublesome for me.

" If you knew Akmal, your daughter would have been born. Do you remember the seed you once sown in my womb? She's beautiful, Akmal. Even his face is a photocopier of your face." My mouth is busy talking to myself.

*

" Mother, huuu.." El cried after coming home to play.

" Why baby?" I hugged the princess just the way I did.

" El wants daddy, mommy!" His words were sobbing.

I'm speechless not knowing what else to promise El. I think he's been puffed up for all the reasons I've made.

" Mother, when is father coming?"

" Pray yes." I said as I stroked the head of El, who had thick hair just like Akmal.

El is now eight years old. He often cried when he came home to play because he was always ridiculed by his friends for not having a father. El also often forces me to go to the market to buy dad, he wants his life just like his other friends. It's a simple thought for a kid like El.

El, if life were that easy, of course you wouldn't be this strong right now.

" I'm sorry you're El, because you haven't been able to bring your father into our family." My heart is always sad to remember the request of the princess only wayang, the fruit of my love with Akmal.

I watched El eat watermelon, Akmal's favorite fruit. In the past every time we would go to the lake for sure he would buy watermelon as many as ten fruits on the brothers of the seller rujak. And now El never misses eating watermelon all day. Until I was willing to buy a refrigerator seken so that the watermelon I bought could last longer, just for the sake of El and his favorite fruit.

" Why again with El?" Grandma came up to me who was pensive in front of the television.

" Grandmother's problem, wanting to have a father." Sahutku.

" Why don't you get married again? What you want is a lot." Grandma again.

" Are they going to love El and Grandma?" I asked back.

" You don't have to think about grandma. Grandma's old, soon enough on the ground." Grandma's original speech.

" Granny." I rounded my eyes.

Grandma didn't care she just chuckled to see me who was a little angry because of her words.

" His father was a watermelon?" Grandma asked as she watched El who was getting wet from watermelon.

I look forward to remembering our good times.

" No day without watermelon, grandma. Every date he always carries a watermelon. And now it's down on El." I smiled happily because El inherited a portion of Akmal.

" Are you still in love with El's father?"

" He was my first love, Grandma. Every night I miss him, every night I say his name and leave that name to the Khalik so that his heart is moved to look for us.

It's been a month of our farewell, but his name is so firmly planted in the depths of my heart. Grandma has a cure so I can forget?"

" You think grandma's a shaman?"

" How do you know."

We laughed together until El was surprised to see her grandmother and her mother twrtawa strong. Things that rarely happen to me.

He approached us both. For El, Grandma Aminah is our family. He loved Nek Aminah even though there was no blood flow in her body.

" Mr.." call El.

" Hm?"

" El wants a father." Whimpering.

" Tomorrow we make dad, yeah. Tomorrow grandma's buying flour." Grandma as usual.

" Yes." Yeah." Grandma replied while glancing at me.

" horizon..." El cheered in excitement.

Uh. Grandma is good at switching the conversation.

El has gone to play again. The children are so, for a while his heart ache after that he will forget and play back. If only adults could be that easy?

" Sa, it's been nine years that you haven't been home to your parents. You don't miss?"

" Sindulah grandma. But I'm afraid that my return will inflict new wounds on El." I clearly.

" you mean?"

" I'm afraid that the arrival of El and I will not be accepted by my mother and father. I'm also afraid Grandma, if it's gonna hurt El. El is not wrong, El is holy. What was wrong was the actions of me and his father El. That's enough for me, Grandma, because it always makes El difficult. I haven't managed to make El happy." Again I poured all my heart out on Grandma.

Nek Aminah seemed to understand my feelings. He rubbed my back many times.

*

After the birth of El eight years ago, now for the second time the mother is present through a dream.

" What's wrong with mom? Is mom sick?" I'm getting restless.

O Allah.. Am I an ungodly child for never visiting mother?

Tears accompanied my night. I can't wait to wait for morning. Yeah, whatever happens today, I have to go home to Mom. If they refuse my arrival later, at least I can know that they are doing well.

Early in the morning I had already arranged some pairs of my clothes and El into a bag. I also cooked for Grandma.

" El, wake up!"

" Mother is still morning. El is still sleepy." As usual, El was very hard to wake up.

" El, we missed the bus." I'm lirih.

Hearing the word bus, El woke up from his sleep, "where are we going? Want to see dad?"

" Yes." Yeah." I lied to El to take a shower and didn't ask much more.

" Today, El will meet with father.. El's so happy I'll hug and I'll kiss my dad's face..." El sings with a song in the bathroom.

" You lied to El again?" Ask grandma.

" Grandmother, today I am going to my parents' village. I don't know why last night mom came back in a dream. His face is so gloomy. I'm thinking, afraid mom's sick." My speech.

" Come home! Careful streets. Say hello to your mother and father."

Before leaving I gave a hundred thousand rupiah for the mother of Aminah.

" It's for grandma, I'm sorry I can just say that."

" What is this for? You don't need to be grandma. Grandma still has money to eat. The important thing is that you arrived safely and were able to meet your family. El?" Grandma refused my money, she gave money back to El. El cheered happily. Basic El!

" Now we were on the bus, El was fast asleep. I'm grateful that even though El never went anywhere, he wasn't drunk at all.

I remember being alone with my mother. My longing is so strong. I can't wait to get to my hometown soon.

After a journey of about seven hours we finally arrived at the bus terminal. Need an ojek to get to the alley of our house.

I took a moment to buy some souvenirs. I can't wait to see the faces I miss laughing at our arrival.

" Sir, it's here." Mr. Ojek stopped us in a house that seemed to be starting to change.

" Is this the truth sir?" Manya worry.

" Yes, yeah."

I finally got down and paid for the motorcycle we used.

" Bun, where are we?" El whispered to me. It seems El knows what I feel right now.

I still hesitate to walk into the courtyard of this house. This house has changed a lot since I left nine years ago.

" Bun, when are we standing here? El tired bun. El's feet are sore." Rengek princess is my puppet.

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