I'm Single Mom
ASM 34

" I'm sorry my family, bun. We can definitely get through all of this."

" Our Ki-.just separate. Maybe our soul mate just got here." My words are desperate.

" I don't want to lose you, bun." Akmal's voice was a little loud.

" We wait for Mama to wake up. If it's your will, I'd be willing to let you go for the sake of a child's service to his mother." With heavy steps I left Akmal with his family. My arrival here means nothing. Not even appreciated at all.

Akmal's after my step, "stay here, bun." Rengek Akmal like a child who does not get candy.

I paused for a moment, staring at the man I loved with all my heart.

" What am I here for, Dad? No one can accept the presence of El and me. And if you're in my position, not necessarily you'll be able to hang on with me. Please take care of mom, if mom stays in her stance, let me know immediately. I will not make it difficult for a child to be devoted to his parents."

The words that come out of my mouth are like motor vehicles that don't have brakes. I am really tired of my way of life.

I ordered an ojek online. Akmal stared at my departure from afar. I know, Akmal was among the hard choices.

*

I tried hard in my second pregnancy. I who hope to be spoiled with Akmal, in fact now have to fared the same as when pregnant with El. Alone, lonely also independent.

It's the seventh day Akmal didn't come home and also never told me. It's just that he sent me some money on my account number. I don't know what that means.

When alone this way I miss his embrace, his intoxicating caresses are also his waves that make me fly into the sky.

I patted an empty spot on this bed. The usual place Akmal rests. Where Akmal and I love. Where Akmal and I shared a blanket. The place where Akmal and I are. I want to shout because I miss his presence by my side.

I smelled the scent of his body left on this pillow.

" Akmal.I miss." My inner scream nelangsa.

The tring!

One message from Akmal (Mother, Thank God your mama is awake. I can go home tomorrow. Tomorrow morning I'll pick you up.)

Alhamdulillahot... Finally my mother-in-law is dead. On the other hand there is gratitude but on the other hand there is fear that I cannot describe.

What if my mom forced us to separate? Should I sacrifice for the happiness of that middle-aged woman?

Until morning my eyes were not closed. I thought about possibilities that might not have happened. Echoes of the Adhan have been heard from the mosque not far from my home. I immediately took a bath to make it fresher and immediately carried out the command of God's two rakaat.

After the prayer, my eyes felt heavy. I felt like I could no longer afford to just drop my body on the bed, so this morning I fell asleep on the prayer mat.

*

I don't know how long I've been asleep, until I feel my body being lifted up by someone and put on the bed.

Out of curiosity I opened my eyes a little. How surprised I was, it turned out that Akmal did it.

He kissed my forehead, my cheeks and my lips. There is a longing that is burning.

" Well, I'm getting ready, yeah." I don't know why when in front of Akmal I'm like an expensive sell-off.

" Later on, I miss bun." Akmal pulled me into his arms.

I don't know who started it until we were involved in a husband and wife relationship. A few days did not meet, making Akmal hungry like a lion.

The atmosphere of a quiet house like supporting us to worship together.

" Some days no see, I miss." Akmal lay weakly by my side.

" Computer."

" Can't believe it?"

" Why?" Ask Akmal.

" You just didn't get to tell me. Is that what you're calling miss?" My insinuations.

Akmal laughed out loud, "I didn't have time to hold my phone dear... Mama's so fussy."

" How's mama doing?"

" It's human, and mama won't eat if it's not from my hand. I can come here, it's also because of permission to work. And also with the help of bang Dani." Akmal said again.

I heard Akmal's story. My mom really wanted to separate us. He used his pain to bind Akmal.

" How are you quiet? Mikiri what?" Akmal's touch on the shoulder blew away my daydream.

I just smiled at him. I don't want Akmal to feel guilty again. Is not a boy to be devoted to his mother.

" I'm sorry, yeah. I can't stay with you for now. Not because I don't love you, but it's all because of mama, because of filial piety." Akmal looked sad.

I rubbed her shoulders gently, "I understand baby, do your best for mama."

We hugged like we were afraid of parting. I rubbed my eyes that began to condense, lest Akmal know I was crying.

I started putting a few pairs of Akmal's clothes in the bag. Actually the weight of the heart to release it, but for the sake of healing mother-in-law, God willing I sincerely. Where knows with the sincerity of my heart, mama can change and willing to accept our relationship.

El has gone home from school. He was having lunch with his father. I heard they were joking with each other. There must be a longing in El's heart for having been separated for a few days with Akmal.

I approached them, and there was a sense of joy emanating from their faces.

" Dad, we'll take a walk in the afternoon. El wants to eat meatballs with dad."

Akmal and I stared at each other, confused to find a suitable excuse for El.

" Dad's not going anymore, is he?"

Akmal scratched his hair. He looked at me for help.

" El, we'll take a walk next time, yeah."

I started to make a sound.

" Why bun? Are you busy again? When the hell do you have time for El and Mother? People out there are more important than your own family."

My mouth gaped in disbelief hearing the utterance of my only puppet princess. Where did he learn that?

" El, mom never taught me not polite like dad. I was busy, Grandma was sick. And grandma really needs dad." I gave an explanation to El who was getting chatty.

" Which grandmother is bun? Who likes to be angry with mom? Who doesn't like to see you?"

" The el..." I don't know what else to say to El. I'm sure El is now learning to judge someone.

" El doesn't like grandma, bun. The words of friends if we have a grandmother, surely grandmother will love us. But grandma doesn't love El. Only Aminah's grandmother loved El. El hates daddy!" El slammed the spoon onto the plate and ran away leaving me and Akmal.

I massaged my forehead, suddenly dizzy with El who began to protest.

Akmal wants to go to El's room, but I forbid it.

" Let me persuade El, you're ready to go, afraid later mama even drop for not eating and not taking medicine." Reminded me.

" Then you're fine at home, take care of your health. Please give understanding to El, later after mama recovers, I'll take El on vacation." Akmal kissed my forehead. He hugged me back.

" Be careful..." I waved my hand and half shouted. It was sad to see his departure.