Mahram To Azira
Chapters 14.4
We leave after the ashar prayer. On the way we had stopped to buy seven-figure flowers and a large bouquet of Lily flowers. The flowers are fragrant and beautiful, I feel proud because this flower was specially purchased by my husband for Mother.
The place where my mother was buried is not too far from the house where I live now. To get there we had to go through the slums I had lived in for over 10 years. This much time I have no sense of nostalgia or longing. Because happy stories are so hard to carve in this place. My life while living in the slums was dominated by sad and pitiful stories.
I don't want to remember it because my heart still can't let go of everything.
"Here?" Kenzie's voice pulled me from my own mind.
I turned to him with a forced smile.
"No, straight ahead again, ma'am. My mother and I were immigrants to this town so Mom was buried in a public resting place. I also don't have the money to buy a better place for Mom to live."
My chest is too tight to think about it. I have nothing but God still has the heart to take my mother away from me. This is what I thought of the day I saw Mom leave this world.
"So you've been living here with Mom all this time?" Mas Kenzie glanced out with an expression I had a hard time reading on his face.
Flat as usual.
Shame,"Right, mas. Me and Mom live here." We are contracting.
"Have it, but only Dad. The rest in the village. My mother and I have long lost contact with the family in the village. Many years have passed, I have forgotten where Mother's village is and I don't really remember the looks of my family there either." I said miris.
Lying if I don't miss the village. After all the exhausting trials I had in the city, my brain often thought of returning to the village. But every time I take Mom home, she always refuses. At first I thought I was proud to go back to the village. In a sense he preferred the sparkling city life. I reproach it because for me the city is a very bad place and full of holes of suffering. Until finally I was yelled at by Mom for not being able to bear my annoying insistence. He did not want to go home but he was embarrassed and did not dare to meet his relatives there.
Ashamed for believing the wrong man to fall into this path.
Her name is childist mind, again I blame Mom for working in the night world. Make a hole for himself. I forgot and was too selfish that it wasn't my mother's wish. Except for the trap of Safa's aunt.
"Someday we will definitely meet the family in the village. I promise." Kenzie suddenly promised me.
I'm appalled. My heart is secretly sweet.
"God willing, mas. I'm sure that day will come. By the way Kenzie didn't want to know what my mom and I were doing while I was here?" I had prepared myself regardless of what his reaction was after hearing my story.
O God, I say this self wants to be a wife and companion for life. I was ready to open up to him and tell him my bitter past. As long as I can be with him, I am ready to explain who I am.
The speed of the car began to slow down. Strange, could it be just my feeling that Kenzie's a little tense?