MARISA'S TEARS
Direction of Foot Stepping.

Mas Fahar was still looking at me with that strange look, and then approached me again.actually what this young master wanted.

"yes young master, I'm only here for a while. My things are not much really.

after all, it would hurt for Me to bring a lot of things in this state of pregnancy, I only carry as necessary."

Mas Fahar was still looking at me, from his teary eyes now a look like a disappointed look.

"mas has a villa at the top, you just live there yes.in the villa there is a housekeeper who is ready to serve you.

If you have a goal, then you go. mas won't bother."

Say mas Fahar and give a duplicate of the villa key, I received the key and then smiled towards the Fahar mas.

"thank you young man."

Then Fahar went and again the door slammed, this time so strong that it made me cry again.

While crying and the relics of my mother I stacked, felt it was enough and no one left behind anymore.

I felt tired and could only sit down again in this chair, then take a piece of paper and write a farewell on the paper.

Only farewell speech that I can write on this paper, because I can not meet with mas Fahar anymore to just say goodbye.

The bag I was carrying was just one small suitcase and also the backpack I used to wear to school.

In this backpack is my old picture book and laptop, while the new laptop given by Fahar mas I live in this house.

The house was completely empty and I slowly stepped out of the house, walking along the area of this complex.

After reaching the public road and angkot passing, then take an angkot. trying to be rigid so as not to cry, because the angkot passengers are quite a lot.

This transport was to my school, where I was supposed to finish but failed due to difficult circumstances to retell.

Before I get to the front of the school, I ask to get off at the intersection to look for more shuttles.

Three times changed transport, and one big terminal then took another big bus to a place and finally arrived at an even bigger terminal.

This terminal is inter-provincial transport and I chose VIP seating.

The ticket was written in My name, Anisa Dwi Armandi.my real name is listed in my birth certificate and my identity in the form of a new resident sign card.

In accordance with a letter from the late mama, the name Marisa is a gift from the late lord Wijaya, papa from the Fahar mas.

After arriving at the terminal, then down again and looking for a new terminal and finally I took a new inter-provincial bus with the same destination.

For hours on this inter-provincial bus, the passenger just entered a middle-aged lung woman and sat beside Ku.

"where are you going neng?"

Asked the middle-aged lung woman while watching my distended stomach, then smiled at me.

"go home to Bu."

"where is your village? where's your husband? how about leaving you alone like this?"

Asked the middle-aged woman again, and I had to lie.

My husband died and I was kicked out by my mother-in-law, and it turned out to be sympathetic.

It turned out that our goal was the same, and we ended up chatting casually.

Four days and three nights on the way, finally arrived at the terminal.The next trip is a ferry ride across the ocean.

Being too tired, I chose to rest in a jasmine class hotel in this city.

After getting a room, and go straight into the room to rest for a moment.

Take a shower and change your clothes, then go downstairs and ask the receptionist.

Express laundry and the drugstore, that's what I asked the receptionist.

It turns out that this jasmine class hotel provides laundry services as well, and after giving dirty clothes to the laundry officer, next is to the drugstore.

All I got and returned to the hotel, a few hours later the laundry service delivered my clean clothes.

Clothes are clean, eat already and milk drinks are also time to rest because the body is so tired.

Instead of going straight to sleep, again I could only cry and cry, tight and heart was sore.***

As usual I woke up half six in the morning, then cleaned up and then took a shower.

After making sure nothing was left behind and everything was neatly arranged, then exit the hotel room.

While checking out and waiting until the guarantee is returned, I choose the breakfast provided by the hotel.

Everything is done and the ferry ticket with two destinations where I have booked before.

The trip is quite relaxing, passing two places and two ferries. finally arrived at a beautiful small town.

A piece of paper bearing the address, which my late mother gave me before leaving me for good.

Public transportation brought me to the address and it turned out to be a pretty beautiful housing.

House number 7 block C has been met, not luxurious but looks quite comfortable.it's time to report to the RT pack.

Again I lied, as I said to the middle-aged woman on the bus.

Because of his pity, Mr. RT provides assistance in the form of calling people to clean the heritage house atok.

"Anisa Dwi Armandi is the name given to you, atok here is an honorable person."

Said Mr. RT who accompanied me on the terrace of this house, and finally this house was successfully cleaned and already liveable.

Incredibly, home furniture equipment is still complete and it is the old furniture with the best quality.

"only gas stoves and also water pumps are needed.want to buy also jeng?"

Said Mr. RT's wife and they again helped me to complete it, as a result all is complete.

It turns out that not only the stove and gas are purchased, but also with all the food needs.

The people here are so nice and amazing, the help is so great and makes me comfortable.

After all that was done, the residents left this house, and first I immediately cooked for dinner.

Finish cooking and then shower and then look, sit at the unique dressing table in the master room and then work out a plan for tomorrow.

Trying to break down and suddenly I was in a beautiful garden, and I saw a smiling mama.

My legs felt so heavy to step on, I wanted to run and hug my mom.

But whatever the power, these legs can't move and I can only look at my smiling mama at me.

Mama's smile was so beautiful, and I could only cry looking at her beautiful smile.