Love for Adita
Love For Adita 16

"Mommy..." I try to wake up from my sleep. Even though I still have pain.

Tristan's eyes glared in shock as I called the middle-aged woman mami.

" Wake up mommy." I said sadly.

Mami woke up from her bow. Anaya looks starting to fuss. He must be uncomfortable with this situation.

" Dita, please son. please unplug your report." Mommy's talk with a piteous.

How much do you love Dani, mommy? Until you ask not a single question about the state of your son. My condition is much weaker now.

" We'll retract the report later, mi." I'm lirih.

Tristan again glared at me. There was a sense of dislike emanating on his face.

" Thank you, Dita. Mommy believes you're a good boy. If Dani's too bad for you, don't look at her, but look at Anaya. After all he is your sister, Dita" said mami while sobbing.

My mom hugged me tight. The hand that was covered in long clothes was slightly exposed. There's a blue on my wrist.

Curiosity made me hold my mother's hand and roll up my long-sleeved shirt.

How surprised I was, not just bruised, there was a gaping wound on the hand of the mother.

" I-this is why..." I swear I was so surprised that I was nervous to ask.

" Mum-bumping.it's nothing. Just a small wound that will soon heal." Mommy grimaces like holding back pain.

" Did you have a KDRT?" Investigku.

Mami just shook her head weakly making me a blackhead. The pain in my body is not comparable to the wounds on my body. Even though my mother has hurt my heart, I still can't bear to see my mother hurt like this.

" If you don't want to be honest, I'll change my mind. I'll make the man last longer in the cell. I'll make sure of that, mi." My threat.

" If you do that, then you will find your name written on the tombstone." Mami's words bitter.

Oh God! What happened to mom? His love for the devil made my mother lose her mind.

" Mommy just wants Ayana's dad out. After that mom won't interfere with your life anymore, Dita. Mommy make sure of that." Mami's words while wiping her increasingly swift tears slid from her wrinkled and thin cheeks.

Mami and Ayana passed from before me and Tristan. With a flickering step, my mother came out of this nursery.

Mami who a few days ago looked beautiful, why be changed? What has he been hiding all along?

" dt.. Dita.." call Tristan.

I'm not eager to answer Tristan's call.

" Who's that mother? Your mami? What does this have to do with that guy?"

Tristan leaned over a few questions that made my head grow dizzy.

" Can you just shut up?" My atonement.

" You're a boy or a girl anyway? Like to snatch people?" Tanya Tristan was angry.

" If you don't like me here, okay! I'm going home now."

Tristan packed his things and prepared to leave.

" Tristan.." call me weak. I rubbed my face, there was pain.

Tristan doesn't care about my call, he's still leaving.

" I'm sorry, Tristan, I didn't mean to yell at you. Excuse me... I was in an uncomfortable phase. Please understand me. Thank you, because you already care about me. If it wasn't you who came... Maybe Dani'll be rude to me. Don't get mad..." Saying again.

Tristan stood back to me, hearing every word that came out of my mouth.

" Tristan, I'll tell you my life story. But later, after I'm completely healthy and recovered." Saying again.

" Promise?" Tristan asked while looking at me.

I raised two fingers, and tried to give a sweet smile to the handsome man standing before me.

Now I can breathe a little. I lay down my tired body.

Tristan justifies the blanket on my body.

He nodded and cup! Her lips kissed my forehead softly.

I close my eyes, I don't want Tristan to catch me crying anymore.

***

No matter how long I slept, the noise of people talking made me wake up.

My net was staring at two people I had known. The client I worked with with Dani.

Tristan and the two clients approached me.

" How are you doing now, son?"

" Ba-good buk." I put on a sweet smile.

" Tristan gave the news to mom. Do you remember mom?" Ask again.

" em's... Our client's mother was, right?" I doubt.

" Well guess what his name is?" Tristan started playing guessing.

" Bas a bad boy, a sick friend to guess." Said the mother while rubbing Tristan's hair.

I feel strange about their closeness. The mother and father must have a bond with Tristan. I began to notice their faces one by one.

" Come dong... Guess what.." Tristan seemed happy to have succeeded in judging me.

" Not to listen to it, nduk. Tristan is so. Jahil." Said the mother.

" Aren't you yelling." Tristan put on a gloomy face.

" Don't be moody, I know you. Her name is Ramita's mother, right?"

" Hahahha..yup right." Tristan is back.

Substantial.

Tristan and the father please leave, he said there is a need. Now stay me and keep Ramita here.

" Nduk, someone wants you to ask."

" Please buk, if I can answer, God willing I answer, but if not, I will make pr." I was joking that there was no tension between the two of us.

" We have a boyfriend? Or.engaged?"

Uhukkc... I coughed at the question coming out of Ramita's mother's mouth.

" Oh. drink first." Buk Ramita gave me a glass of water.

I immediately drank the water from Ramita's mother.

" If you have any objection, don't answer." Ms. Ramita feels bad.

" I don't have a boyfriend or a fiancee. It's just that my status is not a girl anymore. I am the widow of buk." Eventually those words came out of my mouth. I'm down. There is a sense of shame about the status of the widow that I have been holding for several years.

" Have you ever been married?" Tanya mama Ramita curious.

I just nodded not daring to stare at the maternal face that radiated from his face.

" Where is your husband?"

" My husband cheated on me Mom... With..." I hesitated to tell the truth.

" With...?" Ms. Ramita can't wait to continue my words.

" With my own mother." Tears are back to gliding freely. The dark time I buried again. That pain? Until every time I cry, I always cry.

" Oh Allah... Patient ones, nduk. I can't believe your past wounds are so deep. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tell you the story of your past." He rubbed his hair and hugged me tightly. He felt guilty seeing my fragile situation.

God, I haven't had a loving embrace from a mother in a long time. I feel like I found a new mother. And I feel comfortable in Ramita's mother's arms. Thank you for sending a woman like Ramita.

Now I resigned if one day Ramita's mom will change because I do not like the status I see.