I'm Single Mom
ASM 4'S

I smiled blandly. My father worked desperately, while I so easily gave up my honor to my own boyfriend.

" Sleep! It's night. Tomorrow you're bad luck. Tonight I'll sleep with Zaskia."

Mother got up from her seat and went into the room following Zaskia.

I went into the room with tears.

I was thinking in my room thinking about my father.

I shouldn't be this stupid, cheap woman.

" Look Salsa, your father is willing to stay away from the family, your father is willing not to sleep at home, your father is willing to eat potluck. Wh-wh-what for? For you and your family so that all the needs of the family are fulfilled, then you easily get pregnant! The child does not know himself! It's better to just drop your content like Akmal's will." My mind is busy fighting it alone.

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As usual every morning, I got used to it without breakfast. There are many reasons I tell my mother.

I knew she was beginning to suspect me, but she was still afraid to accuse me frontally. Sometimes he looked at my flat stomach.

I walk now to school. Tired, but no one should know about my pregnancy.

I don't know why I get tired more often. I decided to rest first. These legs feel weak.

While resting, I saw the figure of Akmal from a distance. He left alone as usual without friends.

When it was close, whether intentionally or not he saw me sitting in a closed shop.

I don't know what he had in mind until he stopped and approached me.

My heart is beating fast, just like it used to when he expressed love for me.

" Why stop here?" Ask with your hands in your pants pocket.

" I-I'm tired." Answer's short.

He glanced at the clock on his wrist, "It's almost bells, let's go up!" command me.

Without refuting I obey Akmal's invitation to piggyback behind him.

Smelled soft perfume, Akmal perfume.

I looked at her upright back, "Why should there be a fetus in my stomach?" I murmured in my heart.

If I wasn't pregnant maybe we'd still enjoy our time together.

" It's over." Akmal's voice surprised me.

Quickly I got off the Akmal motorcycle.

I looked at her, so many things I wanted to tell her.

" Acturnal.." Call me

He looked at me only a moment later he left me.

It hurts! That's how I feel.

I stepped in a classy step with a shunt. Dizziness that hurts me is also drowsiness and nausea often attacks me every morning.

I feel like I want to sleep, but I can't do it all. I should be able to take the exam anyway. At least my father's efforts to send me three years are not in vain.

The math lesson has started, I did not concentrate on hearing the explanation from the teacher. I yawned a few times. Until the time of doing the task there were only fifty figures in my book.

So terrible was the effect of my pregnancy.

The bells of rest rang, my friends surrounded me. They were astonished because I never again spent any time off in the cafeteria. And this time they forced me to come along, because some of them are having birthdays and some are being made. So today they're going to treat all the kids from our class

I was confused how to, refuse or even agree.

Without waiting for my approval, they immediately withdrew my hand.

We arrived at our favorite canton. Many have ordered their favorite menu, it was my turn.

I swear I'm confused, I'm clumsy. I'm afraid the nausea is coming on all of a sudden.

" Oh my God, help me!" My whining in my heart.

I need someone's help to get out of this situation.

Until the cafeteria waiter came to me, "What do you want to order?"

Until something miraculous comes to me, "Borrow Salsa for a second..!"

Suddenly my hand pulled someone.

When he looked at his face, there was a sense of hilarity in my heart.

Akmal, thank you for saving me!

Instantly my friends cheered, "Huuuuuuuuu..."

Without a care Akmal kept me away from them.

He took me to the park on the corner of the school.

" Drink!" He gave me a bottle of mineral water.

I took Akmal's gift, "Thank you."

He also took a piece of bread out of his pocket and gave it to me. It's like knowing what I think.

" Eat!" She gave me her sweet smile.

Whether happy or sad, I was confused by my feelings.

I ate Akmal's bread. Slowly chewed. Wonderful! Why don't I get nauseous? I looked at him deeply.

As if I was confused he looked at me, "What's looking at me like that?" Ask wonder.

" It's been a few weeks that I don't have an appetite for food. Even to drink water alone my stomach does not want to receive, but why today this bread and mineral water is so good for me." I explained what happened to me.

She rubbed my head covered in a headscarf, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry for complicating your position. But I can't account for what we did. There's still an aspiration I have to make." Say again.

Still, the corner of my eye is always wet when dealing with Akmal.

" It seems like the fetus in my stomach is indeed my son, he knows the gift of bread from his father." He smiled and then came back moody.

Teng.teng..

The sound of bells indicates the lesson has begun. We looked at each other, like there was a longing in each other's hearts.

" I'll bring you some more food tomorrow. Keep health!"

The cup! He kissed me on the cheek and ran away from me.

I held my cheek, stared around afraid that anyone would see us.

Today there is a glimmer of hope that appears in the heart. My spirit has returned because of the warm treatment from Akmal this afternoon. Again Allah made Akmal my helper.

Today my mood improved again, nausea disappeared somewhere. It was time to go home, I saw Akmal was sitting on his bike. I just gave him a quick look. Dare not expect more. The heat of the sun was so stinging to the skin this afternoon.

The sound of a motorcycle I knew was following me in the back.

I looked, Akmal!

He smiled, there were two troughs jutting inwards around his cheeks. Add a sweet impression.

" Yuk!" Bring along.

I doubt, is this real?

" Ride!" orders again.

I am now sitting behind him.

The fragrance of perfume is so soft on my nose. Surprisingly, if all things are related to Akmal there is no nausea that attacks. I rubbed my stomach, "Are you happy, son, if you're close to your father?" I said in my heart.

Now that I've reached the front of the house, Akmal is down for a moment,

" Want to stop by?" I'm bargaining with Akmal.

He nodded and followed behind me.

I opened the locked door.

Today mom and Zaskia are going to town to meet dad.

So today it's just me and Akmal at home.