I'm Single Mom
ASM 18's

Until we got home, my tears weren't dry.

"El, how come you're home?" Nek Aminah was surprised to see us who had returned.

I cried in the arms of the old body belonging to Grandma Aminah, "what's up, Sa?"

" Mother... Mother is dead. Huuu..."

" The patient, Sa. Everyone will die. Patience Sa." Nek Aminah tried to strengthen me.

Allahs... Am I willing to accept all the trials you give me?

" Bath and rest." Grandmother's orders.

I immediately did what my grandmother ordered.

*

Now that I lay in my room, my heart is in a terrible mood. Until now my eyes are wet in memory of my mother.

" I can't be sad, even though mom's gone I'm sure Zaskia will be fine living with dad. Moreover, Zaskia is the father's biological child.

After being locked up for a week, I'm starting to feel better. I decided to go back to work. Now my grandmother and I are working as scavengers again. We are now working as a search engine.

*

This afternoon while I was cleaning up the lid on the porch. I saw a group of boys and girls gathered in college alma mater suits.

They are very beautiful and handsome. They must be fragrant and well-groomed. I remember back about my dreams.

Once before... I once aspired to be like them, in fact my dream was just a dream. Like dust in the wind there is nothing left.

I noticed them, it seemed like they were doing some research.

" Mother.." El yelled at me, breaking my daydream.

" What's El?"

" Mother.s is good, El is given bread." El showed me a bread that was famous for its tenderness. Usually bread like this is sold in many supermarkets.

" Have you said thank you?"

" It's dong, bun." El so enjoyed every piece of bread that went into his mouth.

" Smart kid." I rubbed El's hair.

There is pain because until this moment I have not been able to make El happy.

" Excuse me brother, can you come back for a second." Again I was struck by a familiar voice.

Yeah, I kind of recognized that voice. Like the mother's voice, but it's impossible because the mother has long since died.

I looked at the sweet girl who smiled at me.

Those eyes, that nose... Likey?

" Sister, can you take the toilet?" He asked back to me.

" E. b-can." Answer nervously.

They politely entered my house.

Oh, my God, is he really Zaskia? But why doesn't he recognize me? Am I too old now?

I heard her friend mention Za many times. God, what in this way did you bring us together?

I waited long enough for them to come out, and intended to catch up with him.

Surprised me, because they had gathered in the living room and was looking at the photo of the mother I deliberately displayed as a longing remedy.

" What does my sister have to do with this photo?" Ask with red eyes.

" D-he's my mother."

Unexpectedly the sweet girl who sounded like my mother blurred towards me.

" Mr Salsa... Zaskia misses."

Suddenly I screamed as he called me mbak and he also mentioned his name.

She's my sister, my sister who I used to love the most. He's my brother I live with no strings attached. She's my innocent sister who now looks perfect like an angel.

We hugged with sobs. I do not expect, when I have resigned, but God still gives the best way.

Grandma also seemed to understand, she came home with the reason she wanted to berberes.

Now it's just me and Zaskia, my beloved sister. El is still playing with his friends.

" Zas, yesterday I came to our house first, but uda's house is for sale." I opened a conversation between us.

" Since my mother died, my father decided to sell the house. But it took a year that the house was just sold. I'm like a chick who lost a mother, a broom. I cry every day to mourn the fate of our family. I don't even know where I'm going."

" After nine years, I just found out that mom's gone, you know what it's like? Be ill... Banget. Perhaps this tang is said to be sick but not bleeding. Every mbak call to the mother's number is always inactive, then mbak call to the father's number, but never raised the same father. Looks like you're mad at you for the same."

" Every time Zaskia asked me about my father, I was angry. Zaskia did not know. Which Zaskia knows from the neighbors, I'm gonna run away with my girlfriend because I'm pregnant."

" Zas, don't ever make a mistake like mbak, yeah. Enough mbak naughty, enough mbak who do not have ideals. And one more thing, never be persuaded and lulled by the sweet promise of a man." My message to my only child who has now appeared like a grown-up

" Oh yeah, how's dad doing?"

" Dad's fine, ma'am. It's just that now dad's getting married again. Even now my father's wife was born five months ago."

My eyes are rounded. Surprised, sadly confused, mixed into one.

" Ananya's a guy, her name's Dito." Without asking Zaskia to tell me.

As he was talking, El came home from playing.

" Mother..." El went into the house with a body full of mud.

" O Allah, El. Why are you so muddy?"

Fearing that I was angry, El immediately took a thousand steps.

He went to the bathroom to clean himself up

" That's your son, mbak?"

" Yes" I answered briefly.

" Same.." he murmured softly.

" Huh. Similar who?"

"Hehe... Joke."

*

It was getting late, Zaskia planned to stay tonight at my house.

There was a feeling of pleasure, as Zaskia had not changed much. Even now he is more mature.

El's been sleeping in my arms. Nek Aminah did not stay at my house for reasons of missing her home.

Me, El and Zaskia sleep on the floor mattress I'm on.

" Sir, why not get married?"

" It's not that easy, Zaskia. Many men can love mbak, but not with El. Ma'am doesn't want El to lack affection."

" Mom don't be selfish, dong. You also need to be happy, you need a life partner." Zaskia said she doesn't want to lose.

" Sure, there will be rainbows after it rains."

" And the rainbow won't always be there after the rain, mbak." He still persists in defending his opinion.

" Although there is no rainbow, but with the rain, dry wells will be re-fused, vegetables will thrive. Livestock will not be lacking." Obviously again.

" Mom is the best. I lost the same debate." Guru Zaskia's.

" Not arguing, Za. At least that's the fact."

" Sir, will you come to my father's house one day?" He asked me doubt.

My mind glared to nine years ago, when my father kicked me out and opened the secret of my identity, I shook my head weakly.

" why? Angry with dad?"

" No, I'm afraid that my father is still angry at me. Not exactly.." my words stopped.

" Don't you?" Zaskia awaits my follow-up.

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