I'm Single Mom
ASM 8'S

The door opened, and she was still standing there. I'm nervous, what am I supposed to tell him? Is my stomach clearly visible in my eyes?

" mother? Still here?"

" Your stomach?" Ask mom wrong.

" I'm fine, mom." My lies.

" Sure?" Ask mom full of questions.

I just nodded, making sure mom wasn't suspicious. And I feel, the instinct of a mother starts to work. I need to be vigilant, at least until I can take the graduation exam.

I left my mother full of question marks. I tried to relax and leave the house, but honestly my heart was pounding.

*

I let out a heavy sigh, not the relief I got. When can I hide my lies?

Does not the saying say, as clever as a squirrel jumps at last he must fall or as clever as to hide the carcass then over time the smell will be smelled too?

" Come on Salsa, think!" My soul is in my heart.

I'm upset myself because my brain is a dead end.

Because I was daydreaming too much, it made me not realize that I had reached school. I deliberately passed Akmal class, hoping that the man would be in the classroom. " I miss Akmal." Jeritku.

I stood in front of his class. The seat was filled by someone else. Akmal I'm not here anymore. And up to this moment I could never accept the destiny that God had outlined in my life.

" Salesa..."

Damnit damnit! Again Sham caught me. I took a thousand steps, running away from Akmal class. But it is useless, because I lost quickly with a sham move.

Syam managed to walk beside me,

" why run?"

I'm not asking a question about Syam. My footsteps accelerated.

" Hey!"

My steps stopped because Sham was holding my hand.

" Let go!" I shook my hand from the sham.

" Why run?" Syam repeated his question.

" What's the matter with you?"

" I know everything about you, including." she dropped her eyes on my belly covered in a long headscarf.

My reflex holds my stomach, "A-what do you know..?" I'm nervous.

" Your pregnancy." Answer's short.

As my mouth gaped, I could not believe my pregnancy had been known by anyone else.

" Akmal's been told a lot about his relationship with you, including when he tasted you."

Plaque! Plaque!

I gave two slaps to the man in front of me.

This was the first time I hit a man, fortunately the place we were standing was currently deserted. Otherwise we'd be a free spectacle to the other friends.

" Enough?" Ask haughtily.

" If I wanted to, you could be expelled from this school today. But I still maintain my friendship with Akmal. You gotit?" He poked my nose and passed from before me with a slanted smile filled with ridicule.

" Acturnal..." I mentioned his name in the vibrating suata as well as hoarse.

" Why should anyone know? Haven't satisfied to make me suffer, Akmal." I screamed in my heart.

I chose to go into the toilet, wash my messy face and momentarily calm myself from my cries.

*

Today there's a sports lesson, a lesson I've shunned since I was two.

But today I can't avoid it because there are too many reasons I've made. And Mr. Dani doesn't trust me anymore.

Inevitably I along with other friends went to the dressing room to replace our uniforms with training.

All this time we were free to face each other. We are both women, so we are not ashamed. But this time I don't want to be cheated. I let them change clothes first. I don't want my stomach to be the subject of questions.

" Sa, haven't changed?" My best friend Reni has finished changing into a uniform.

" No, not yet" I replied briefly.

Now all my friends are done. They all looked at me, but I was indifferent and rushed in by myself to change.

I did various ways to make my stomach not stand out. One of them was to tie her in a white uniform.

It hurts! Even the pain in my heart was still inferior to the stomach ache I had bound to be more deflated.

After feeling certain, I hurried over to the spaciousness.

" Come fast!" Shouted Mr. Dani, the famous prison teacher who sangar and rarely smile.

I immediately ran into the line.

After doing gymnastics, Mr. Dani asked us to run around the field three times.

" Oh Allah... Am I up to it? My eyes are now twitching. What if I pass out?"

"Come on!" The punch on my shoulder made me want to not want to finally run.

My chest feels tight, my stomach hurts. Even now my eyes are dark.

My body felt weak, so I could not support my weight.

Yeah, I collapsed on the school field.

*

All I know is that my nose smells of eucalyptus oil.

A teacher I knew, didn't Fatimah give me a glass of water.

" Drink first."

I nodded and received a glass of water. My throat was relieved, but for a moment the next moment Fatimah's buk question made me die of lice.

" Are you pregnant?"

My lips felt mute, even staring at the sahdu bead of Fatimah buk only I could not afford.

" Salsa? You pregnant?" Buk Fatimah repeated her question.

" N-no ma'am." I'm trying to dodge.

Buk Fatimah walked up to me, "What is this?"

Forcibly he pulled out my gym clothes and the white uniform that tied my belly earlier. Now my belly is splashed real plastered in front of the eyes of Fatimah.

" You're still evasive? Ck..." Buk Fatimah shook her head.

I was still silent and silent without a word.

Well, it's probably time they found out what's going on with me. Ready not to be ready I must be ready to accept all the consequences that will happen later.

My God, is this the last day I wear a white-gray uniform?

" Sa..?"

My shoulder feels in the shake. I try to get out of my sleep. My gaze was still twitching, but I still forced it to stand up straight.

" Assalamu'alaikum..."

Someone said a greeting, and I was not ading with that voice. A middle-aged mother stood at the door. On his face was worry.

" Waalaikumsalam, enter mother." With a soft and polite voice, Fatimah let her in.

My mother rushed towards me, and,

" you why nduk?"

Mom checked my limbs, probably afraid I might get hurt.

I have not been able to answer mother's questions, now some teachers come to the UKS.

" Oh my God, help me." My screams in my heart.

Now that the entire teacher board has gathered, the mother is welcome to sit close to the principal. I was still in the UKS bed.

The principal began to speak. My heart is getting dag dig dug. Sweat flooded my face and my whole body. The fan presented in this room to me is completely meaningless.

" Do you know what our invitation means this afternoon?" Ask the principal.

Mother innocently shook her head. Mom would occasionally steal a look at me asking me for an explanation.

" Do you know Salsabila's condition?" The principal asked carefully.

" I'm sorry sir, all I know is that he said Salsa passed out during a sports lesson." Answer mother.

All the teachers looked at each other.

" Salsa did faint while taking sports lessons, but..." The principal paused his words.

" But what sir?" I can't wait for an explanation to come out of the headmaster's mouth.

I looked down not daring to look at anyone. My heart was broken from seeing my mother's confusion. My heart was broken for throwing dirt on my mother's face.

" Salsa's pregnant, mom.."

And finally... Scary words came out free from the mouth of the headmaster.

" No way sir, no way... My son is not pregnant..."

The sound of mother's cries filled this UKS room.

And today I am the son who managed to sow a wound in the heart of the mother...

Mothers... Ii'm sorry.