I'm Single Mom
ASM 6'S

And tonight is a long night for me and Akmal. Like newlyweds, we enjoyed a beautiful evening sharing blankets and sharing warmth. Being close to Akmal made me a weak and helpless woman. I was so resigned to receiving sweet treatment from an Akmal. I knew he wouldn't take responsibility for the baby in my womb.

I also resigned if later we will be in the residents' store. For me it's better. Akmal and I are getting married, and the baby in my womb is going to have a father.

Although I know, in the community will certainly embarrass my parents. Because I really threw dirt on their faces. But for me right now there is no choice I have to make.

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The morning came, I got up and took a shower. I immediately put on the school clothes, I took a moment to do pr. But my book was pulled by someone,

" Don't go to school, I still want to be with you."

" Akmal!" I slightly raised my voice.

Now he hugs me, kisses every inch of my body without caring about my reaction.

" Akmal!" I pushed her body hard.

He retreated and almost looked at the wall of the house.

" Rude!" He looks angry at me.

I approached him, "I'm sorry.."

Only that word came out of my lips over and over again.

He was still silent, I returned to pick up my scattered books.

After the books I managed to finish, I sat back down and looked at Akmal who was still standing in his place.

" Akmal, shouldn't we pass?" Ask her.

He didn't touch my words.

" At least I can still take Akmal's final school exam. After that, I'll fight for myself as well as our baby-to-be." I rubbed my flat stomach again.

" While you are? You still have dreams, right? Please Akmal!" I said while wiping my tears that were dripping.

" You know how scared I am of my future journey. I hope, two months in front of my stomach has not grown. I also hope that my mother and father never became suspicious of my current situation.

Akmal, you know what? I could have died in my father's hands if he had known I was no longer holy and was now pregnant."

Even my voice grew smaller as I conveyed my unease to the man who impregnated me. What was heard was the sound of my crying becoming more and more.

Whether feeling pity or just pretending, Akmal hugged me.

He whispered an apology in my ear many times. Even now he is crying with me.

We were drowning in tears for a long time. We are both afraid to accept this fact.

After feeling quite calm, "We have to pass Akmal" I said again.

He also started packing.

Before we part, "please, whatever happens don't ever tell anyone who's the baby's father." He kissed my forehead, hugged my body tightly, as if this was the last day we met.

I looked at his back until it was gone. And he no longer looked back even though he only gave me a short wave.

*****

I've arrived at school. Before entering the classroom, my eyes were looking for the figure that accompanied me last night. But the figure I did not meet, even the motorbike was not in the parking lot.

Did he not enter today?

My passion for learning is gone. Even my eyes are getting thrashed asking to be closed.

Until I felt like I couldn't hold it back anymore. I finally gave up and dropped my face on the table.

Pile up!!!

I was surprised to hear such a loud table.

After that there was a loud laughter from my friends.

I nodded, as if my heart was about to fall off. My friends are still laughing, their babbling is heard.

I excuse the bathroom to wash my face to make it fresher and not sleepy anymore.

I leaned against the wall of the toilet.My eyes condensed, my load felt heavy.

Once I was satisfied, I went back to class.

I went back to the lessons.

Not how long the bell rings indicates the time to come home has arrived. After praying, all my friends came out.

I walked down the school corridor, hoping to find the figure I was looking for, but I didn't even meet.

The heat of the afternoon sun makes me look for shade many times just to unwind for a while.

" Can I strongly accept your presence, son?" My heart is busy talking to itself.

"At this moment I've had a hard time taking you." Inner again.

It doesn't feel like another month we're going to take the graduation exam. My school uniform started to look solid to wrap around my body.

Many times I peed myself in the mirror, making sense so that my distended stomach was not seen by people, especially my father and mother.

I counted my savings, which was a lot. I'm actually going to use this money for something urgent. But covering up this pregnancy was something urgent, so I decided to use this money to buy a bigger hijab.

I hope this is my last solution.

" O Allah, help your filthy servant." I hope in my heart.

" Mom, called mom!"

I looked towards the door. There's my little sister's face.

" What's up?" I pretended not to hear.

" I am called mother. Help mom cook."

I replaced my school uniform with my home clothes.

I picked a black t-shirt with trousers.

I stepped into the kitchen, I saw my mother washing the chicken that had been cut into four pieces.

" What are you cooking, ma'am?"

" Dad's going home today. So I want to cook good today. Make roasted chicken same stir-fry, sambal and also lalapan looks good. You help mom!"

I nodded and started peeling off the seasoning to cook us today.

" Oh..!" My hands are bleeding.

" Why Sa?"

Fresh blood dripped from my finger hit by the knife.

Mother deftly treated my wounds. I stared at her face, "Mom, sorry." My whisper is in my heart.

" Thank God it's over. Next time be careful, hold the sharp object should focus, his mind should not be sniffed."

I just smiled wryly. A mother is absolutely right. I was so lost because I thought too much. As people often say. His body is here but his soul has flown somewhere.

The clock on the wall is almost four o'clock, "Sa, uda is almost ready!" Shouted my mother from outside.

Cook the day is finished just waiting for the chicken meat to ripen. And if the burning part burns it is definitely the mother part.

I immediately took the towel and immediately carried out my mother's orders.

It didn't take long to take a shower this afternoon. Frankly, during pregnancy I often avoid water. If no one knew, I would have just pretended to take a shower.

I don't know when I'm at war with the cold of the water.

Finish the bath did not forget I did four rakaat first. The prayer I pray today is that I ask that God move Akmal's heart to come here, face this problem together. Yeah, that's all I'm saying right now.

" Dad's coming home.dad's coming home.." The sound of a cry of Zaskia greeted father.

I and Zaskia used to be scrambling to greet dad, but now to get close to dad alone there is a fear looming over him.

I peeked out from behind my bedroom door.

" Salsa!"

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