I'm Single Mom
ASM 46's
" For the sake of enjoying the moment with the angel, whatever I will do."
Akmal's praise that made me fly floated in the clouds.
"We can still monitor the children if someone wakes up or cries." Whisper eared.
Not wanting to waste any time, Akmal pulled me into his arms. As adults, we don't want to miss the night without a touch. And tonight, Akmal created the most beautiful moment of my life, though sin must be repeated.
" Lord.forgive us..." I said in my heart.
***
" Sa's.."
" Hey?"
" If this becomes our meeting how?"
I looked at Akmal, looking for the solemnity of his words.
" Are you going to be sad?" Ask again.
" Where are you going?" I allowed my position to be more comfortable while chatting with him.
Not the answer I got, but a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.
" Where are you going anyway? Don't make me curious." Saying again.
Akmal breathed a rough sigh. " It's not my will to be away from you. But.mama's orders I can't refuse."
If it's about her mom, what can I do?
I didn't teach Akmal anything. He's grown up, he knows what's best for his life. From his words, it was clear that he chose his mother. Not that it has been that way since.
After a long pause, Akmal continued his words again. " I'll stay in Holland with Zaskia."
I smiled wryly at her words. There's still a little wisp of jealousy in my chest.
" Don't be angry!" Akmal said to seduce me.
" Wouldn't. Won't be angry. How could I be mad at you." I tried to joke so that there would be no silence between us.
Akmal pinched my nose. Next we hugged, my last hug with my ex-husband.
Damnit. In fact, I was sad to accept our fate of separation. I cried in Akmal's arms. Even his shoulders are wet from my tears.
" Don't cry, dear.." Akmal rubbed my hair many times.
How can I not cry? From tomorrow I will be completely alone without anyone.
***
After enjoying a few days together, it was time to part ways.
Before being completely separated, Akmal hugged El and Joseph in turn. Wet eyes.
El didn't understand why I was crying too.
" Titip kids yes... I must miss you guys." Akmal hugged me tightly.
Don't ask me how many tears I have shed.
" If you want to get married again... I'm willing to let you go, but look for a man better than me, who can protect our children." Akmal's message to me.
I just nodded, heavy to say goodbye.
Akmal drove his car out of this area of the house. Akmal's departure was accompanied by rain from the sky. Even nature mourns with our separation.
***
The days I spent were lonely without Akmal. Although we have separated, but every month I always receive spending money as much as ten million who enter the ATM.
I don't know who sent us that kind of money, Akmal or his family. We do lack Akmal's affection, but we never lack money.
Our children have grown up.
El had become a Doctor, and Joseph, my son who had not known his father since childhood, was now a policeman. Have I not succeeded in educating our children? Since the children were successful, we no longer occupy the Akmal heritage house. The boys managed to buy me a house in the elite area. My dream home is made by my children.
Does Akmal know that our children are proud? Does he seek our news like I always try to find out? Looks like Zaskia mang completely shut down all communication access with me.
As Akmal said back then, if I wanted to marry another man, he would have let me go. So many men who come home want to take me seriously in undergoing a household hick, but firmly I refused it. I still hope my first love comes back and we can knit our love that once broke up. In fact for twenty years I've been a single mom.
***
" Ma," call El. The beautiful doctor's mom is lying on my leg.
"Hem?" My leg while stroking his long string. Today we are relaxing behind the house. El's been getting a few days off.
" There was a man who wanted to come home. Want to meet my mom." Said coyly.
" Send to come. Who her? Your boyfriend?" Askaqua.
" No ma, just a friend." Answer again.
" Mom, why don't you marry again? Why did you choose to be a Single Mom? As El knows, there are so many men who want to propose to you. Starting from the unemployed until who has a position. But all the mama refused. What's mom's trauma?"
I smiled at my daughter. The question I already know, one day my daughter will definitely ask, why I chose myself.
" Being single mom may be sad. My mom has no friends in sharing things. But my mom couldn't get into a relationship with another man either. Half my soul's been gone since your father chose to leave us. Mama's not traumatized by marriage, it's just that she's chosen to be faithful to your first love." My answer is steady
" Tapkan father is married again, ma. Dad was happy with his family. Why didn't you choose happiness too?"
" Having you, raising you, educating you, that's enough to make you happy. Mama successfully brought the children of mama to reach her goals. Isn't that so, Doctor?"
El smiled at me.
" Never be afraid to fall in love. Especially to get married. Pray, may your life story not be the same as your mother. You can find a man who can love you, love you and protect you all the time." My words are encouraging.
" What if he's like dad, ma?" Worriedly said.
I rubbed his soft, clean cheek." Pray a lot, baby... Mama believes, your fate will not be like mama's. When you were your age, you were a mother, you worked hard to live. At your age, my mother failed in education. While you? You were successful early on, baby."
El is just a mangosteen. Do not let him be traumatized against men for seeing me who is always alone.
" When will your friend come home?" We returned to the main topic.
" Later El asked again ma. Last night he wanted to come with his family, but El masuh hesitated."
" Never doubt. I'm sure you'll find the right guy."
***
Today we were busy working in the kitchen. We prepare various meals to welcome my daughter's special guests.
Yusuf also took the time to present himself at his favorite sister's proposal event.
The meeting hours are approaching. All the food is on the table. El and I started to change clothes. I wear my best clothes to welcome my son's guests. El is no less beautiful. Uh. Perfect looking at the makeup of a Doctor's buk. Simple, yet elegant.
When it was over, I, El and Joseph waited for our guest.
At two o'clock in the afternoon I saw some cars stopping in front of the house.
I watched from behind the glass window. From the way they dress, it seems like they are not just anyone.
" Which one is your man?" I asked El.
El pointed at a man wearing a batik shirt. Handsome and authoritative.
We welcome our guests to come inside.
As my son's chosen man walked closer, my body was like being stung by an electric current. Tense and stiff. The man was flanked by his parents. And I know them very well.
Oh my god..What disaster is this?