It's Not Me Who's Your Wife
Episode 29 of Alena in a distant land

Alena POV's

A carefree bird with its tweet enlivened this colorful morning, with flowers beginning to bloom in every yard of the house, everyone out there riding a bicycle, and, walk or take a boat in the canal in front of my adoptive parents' house.

The country I live in is famous for its many canals, and I didn't know until I was stranded in a land with a population different from my physical body. Only my foster parents had photos and videos of me until I was this adult. And I know that my country is in the far east.

The story of my adoptive parents is good, because as long as I was adopted from childhood I never got unpleasant treatment, adoptive parents still give affection like their own children.

" Alena, I noticed the end of this you're often silent," said Mama approached as I could only look at the busyness of the people in front of the house through the window upstairs.

" Ma, I want to find my parents, " said my heart, Abis Mama always sad if I ask about my origin. I looked at Mama's sad face.

" Ma, Alena still won't leave you two, Alena loves you very much," I was surprised to see the change in Mama's face.

" Mommy, I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you," the deep regret that has struck my heart, Mama and my adoptive Papa who in this country have no relatives have a feeling of worry about being abandoned by me, therefore they until I am this big still not allowed to look for the whereabouts of my parents.

" Wait if you have gone to college, Mama also while collecting money to go to your parents' home country, "this is the answer Mama supported by my adoptive Papa. But so far I have not stayed silent, by joining global social media I am only friendly with people from countries of parent origin, he said, both in the land I live in and in other countries, and I limit the friendship of people from the city last my parents settled.

Mama has so far only told me about my city, so I limit my friends to friends from my hometown, whose Mama and Papa years are cities that have many villas and tea gardens.

My adoptive parents said, my home city has a cool air, unlike the city that became its capital, although actually the distance is not too far.

" Ma, why did my parents let me be taken so far into this country? " i asked slowly, I could not bear to see the sorrow on my good foster mother's face and consider me as my own child.

" I saw that your parents were unable to support you, she said her husband had died, while your mother had no job, and I and your Papa had already liked to see you, so I asked to be adopted, it turns out your mother did not mind, because she believes that your life will be more secure when you come with us, " said Mama at length.

About my best friend on social media so far do not know about me who is an adopted child, I myself also do not want to rash to tell about the desire to find parents, especially mothers, especially mothers, because my father said he was dead. Besides just take care of myself because I am still in high school, also my age just stepped on the number 17 years, said my adoptive parents, said, this age is still easily affected by outside influences that can make me unstable, although so far I still obey the advice of parents.

And about my real name, it was written on my letter of surrender to my adoptive parents, who they told me about, and then by me in a photo with a cell phone.

My name is Calla Iesha Haniya and my adoptive parents changed Alena plus her first name with the name of this country.

" Alena, Mama and Papa are friends with you on social media, our abis also want to help you find parents through this media first, which is lighter in cost, we also want to help you find parents through this media first, as we raised funds to go to Bu Yeyen's house, I remembered her village, " said Mama, her white finger stroking my hair gently.

" Ma, means you know Bu Yeyen's address?" my many.

" I forgot not to record the address, just remember the road that passed," said Mama, his face looks full of regret.

" Why didn't Mama record Bu Yeyen's address? " ask me with regret.

" Abis I don't think, you want to find your mother's whereabouts, "he replied.

And after Mama told me my mother's name, I tried to search the media for Yeyen's name. Of course there are many names Yeyen, with the age indicated by Mama, then I showed her profile photo, nothing matches the memory of the face of Bu Yeyen who is known by Mama and Papa.

On the weekends, I spend it at home to help my mom.

" Alena, look nich there are photos like your childhood photo, " said Papa with eyes continue to stare fixed on the photo in the media shared by the owner of the name Marwah, he was in the UK.

I went to open the application and saw a photo of the photo, especially about the photo of a child, who said Papa the same Mama who took a look exactly like me when I was a child, and then saw the photo, but the sentence on the photo I do not know what it means, even though I am learning Indonesian.

" Try Alena, you open Google Translate, let me know the above writing, " said Mama.

Now I know a little about that word.

" Don't be sad my beautiful sister, I'm here to keep looking for your sister, "that's the translation of the writing on the photo of the little girl.

" Alena, you asked to be friends with Marwah, let alone she is from the same city as you, "pinta Mama. I nodded my head as this little finger I touched on the request sentence. Then the photo of the little girl who looks like a photo of me, stored in the gallery, and made collage continues to be shared also on the friendship application.

" How is Alena, has there been confirmation from Marwah? " ask my adoptive mother.

" Ma, from the sentence above the photo, like he was looking for his brother, "I said.

" Hopefully your estimate, we will just visit the address in the UK" said Papa.

" I don't have the address, "I said.

" Said Mama I'm the only child of Yeyen's mother, "I said back.

" Yes, Mama and Papa caught it so from the language isarat bu Yeyen, " said Mama.

" Just what makes Papa confused, you have no resemblance to Bu Yeyen," said Papa hesitated, also kayak regretted his words.

Time passed, which was awaited by me about the confirmation of friendship from Marwah there was no response, then in my spare time I always open his fb, also friends who joined with Marwah.

" Alena, have you seen Marwah's friend Ayyana? " mama asked, I saw her eyes staring at my face many times and then I saw one of the photos, and I was moved to look at Mama's phone.

While I can't guess what's on Mama's mind.

" Ma, what does this have to do with Ayyana? " ask me.

" It's Ayyana exactly like you, just that she's more mature, when she's your brother" Mama said.

I was moved to open the fb Ayyana's, and looking for photos of her, unfortunately she did not display many photos of her own, mostly with friends of girlfriends, as well as friends of almost some women.

" Try you ask for friendship with Ayyana, who knows accepted, Mama sees it like limiting friendship" said Mama. I then touched the request sentence.

And I waited for confirmation from both Marwah and Ayyana, and there was no finger touch to accept me as a friend.

Every time I open an app on my phone, it still doesn't accept me, or Ayyana doesn't have a phone, if Marwah might be a hard job to leave, so it doesn't have time to open a global app.

It's been almost a year since, not even accepting me as a friend.

" Ma, both of them are very limiting friendship, or we are heading to the country of Marwah work, "i said, this heart feels very long for the family from Indonesia.

" The address just doesn't know, where are you going? " my mother replied sad to see me.

I kept quiet because it was hard to find the answer.

" Try, her profile name was changed to her real name, " said Mama. I followed his idea, so I changed my profile name to Calla, with the hope that among my social friends there could give information about me, especially Ayyana who said Mama and Papa were similar to me.

Then I sent a photo of my little photo only specifically to Ayyana, who is supported by Mama because my little heart he is still brother to me.

I waited from day to day, week to month, patiently, no response, even Ayyana never opened it.

And today I am very happy because my struggle to make friends with Marwah was successfully accepted, after I did not despair to share a photo of my little photo that looks exactly like the one that dishare Marwah, after I did not despair, also the idea of Mama's profile name being Calla made Marwah's heart moved to accept my friendship.

We have been communicating with Indonesian because for one year I was excited to learn Indonesian through the media or talk to Indonesian neighbors who can husband Dutch people.

" Ma, why hasn't my profile been Calla? " tanyaku. Mama just laughed.

" Is there a bright spot about Marwah? " ask Mama.

" He's still heartily telling it, it looks like I, abis don't want anyone to use us" I said.

And as the day went on, I was able to communicate every day through a global app, just sending each other photos everyday for both of us, she said, as well as I myself have not dared to offend about my parents' search.