I'm Single Mom
ASM 37'S

The alarm I put on my phone sounded noisy. This indicates it is five o'clock. I opened my eyes, there was Akmal who fell asleep in a sitting position. He fell asleep without changing his position, but in the corner of this room there is a long chair that can be made to fall. As my eyes condensed, the simple act Akmal did for me always invited my net to get wet.

I rubbed my beloved's thick hair lovingly, go to sleep....

*

We've arrived home. After a few days of not meeting El, there is a sense of longing when meeting my baby.

El hugged me tightly, "Mother is healthy?"

" Healthy darling. I'm sorry, you've not been able to accompany you for a few days."

" Hey baby..." Akmal greeted El gently, but El's attitude changed by three hundred and sixty degrees. He was no longer friendly to his father.

El stared intently at his father, "what's wrong with El?" My feelings became unpleasant. The atmosphere in the house was instantly quiet. Akmal went wrong.

" The el..." Akmal tried to hug the princess.

El retreat, "don't get close!" Snapped El as hard as he could.

" The el!" I snapped. All El's life, I've never snapped at him. But his attitude today is completely out of bounds .

" El doesn't like daddy, bun." Two clear hairs flowed from his eyelids.

" I'm sorry your father El." Akmal stammered.

" Dad, why do you keep hurting? Dad why grandma never likes the same mother, grandma also does not like the same El?"

God, it hurts to hear my daughter's words. It turned out that he began to grow up, all the events that happened in front of his eyes were recorded well in his memory.

Akmal sat down on the sofa. Maybe he was shocked to hear his daughter's words.

" El.." call me soft. " Sit here." I patted the empty chair beside me. Hardness of the stone will break also if it is steeped in water continuously. So I will speak from heart to heart, El is a growing child, I am sure if we teach gentleness, hopefully his heart will melt.

El sat beside me.

" El, not everything you see and hear is bad. Grandma loves El and Mama, believe me! So did dad, just that grandma is sick now, so we have to be patient with grandma." I gave a gentle explanation to El.

" El, I'm sorry, if you're paying less attention to you. But trust me, I love you so much." Akmal spoke as El began to soften.

*

It was late at night, it was time for Akmal and me to rest. I started to hide it to him. As husband and wife is not that a reward field?

Trings... Trings...

Some messages went to Akmal's phone. My easily sensitive feelings since I was pregnant instantly changed the look on my face.

Akmal with a bad taste took his phone located on the table.

" Who is yah?" I confirmed my sleeping position facing sideways, more precisely towards Akmal.

" From my mom." Answer's short. His face was still staring at his cell phone. The next moment he gave me his phone.

" Read it yourself, bun. I've been dizzy seeing Mama for a long time." Akmal kneeling his forehead, he seemed dizzy in the face of problems that occurred in our family.

Second message

(Mama would kill herself, Akmal!!)

" Yes, my mom is going to kill herself." I started to panic. I'm afraid mama is desperate.

" So what should I do, bun?"

" Go home now. Mama's more important than anything." My answer is resigned even though my mouth and heart are opposite.

" Sure?" Ask me not to believe.

" Yes, the important thing is not to forget the news." My message to the man my mother-in-law is fighting over.

I looked at my husband's departure. Various feelings raging inside the chest.

*

Silent... That's what I think. I thought tonight I could hold her tight, hearing the soft snoring I used to make singing accompany my sleep. In fact, I remained alone in this bed without anyone accompanying me.

My mind began to wander, so loathed my mother-in-law? But he doesn't know me at all. Why did he not open his heart for a moment to know my nature and know me further.

Uh. If you could share your affection with me, maybe I could be a little happy because I could feel the affection of my in-laws. It turns out it is true if in-laws and daughters-in-law can indeed be good friends. If there is even a small part.

The tring!

There's a message from Zaskia.

(You better step back from Akmal's life right now. It's obvious you were rejected outright by the Akmal family, but still put the rhino face on! You are shameless!)

Allahs... It was so smooth that Zaskia's mouth cursed me. Doesn't he remember sharing a bed when he was a kid? Doesn't he remember if he always asked me for help and protection? So close was our relationship, but he easily broke this brotherhood for a man who had sown a seed in my womb.

I called Zaskia's number, hoping she'd speak well to me. There's no harm if I open up communication to Zaskia first.

But until the fifth call he did not want to answer. Even in the last call he turned off his phone until the voice of the operator who spoke if the number is now inactive.

There was no other way, I started typing messages on my sister who I loved the most.

(Zaskia my dear sister.

You can think straight for a moment. You know, you love Akmal so much, but you also know that Akmal belonged to him long before you knew him. Before you knew him, Akmal had sown the seeds in his womb. The proof of our love is El. Do you reject that favorite? As a sane human being, can you see your own nephew has to lose a father figure again? Where's your conscience, honey? You're still young, still deserving of a single man. It can even get a better man than Akmal. For the sake of mother, for the sake of El and the prospective baby mbak.

I press the send button, and the message is sent. I hope Zaskia will come to her senses after reading my message.

The clock began to turn, but my eyes did not want to be closed. Tonight we heard the howls of dogs that kept each other down. It's gripping tonight.

Because I could not sleep, I decided to move to El's room.

El had fallen asleep in a dream until I didn't realize I was climbing into his bed.

Staring at El's face, was the same as looking at Akmal's. I rubbed El's soft face, "sorry mother, yes. Mother can't be happy with you." I shed tears at my daughter's wayangku who helped bear the sadness I suffered.