Married My Stepmother's Ex-Lover
Mother's Will

Bibik and the others prepared for the return of his master's excellent body. Bibik has been with Anisa for eight years.

Slowly, the aunt cleaned up Anisa's room. The prayer rug that Anisa was wearing . Anisa's room was always neat, so the aunt felt there was nothing to give but a prayer mat full of Anisa's blood.

When he was lifted, the aunt found several envelopes addressed in the name of her, Mr. Azka and non Nana.

Bibik felt sad, he could not bear to not cry.Bibik read a letter addressed to him. Observing every letter in the letter, the aunt sat beside her master's bed that was very good. Her tears could not be broken. He will deliver the letter to Nana and Azka. He himself could not imagine it .

In fact, his master had already prepared this will. Anisa seemed to know when she was going.

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Nana squirms in the car. He had forgotten that he was currently with his killer guidance teacher.

"We're awake Na? Was the activity very tiring?", asked Mr. Samsir.

"Hehehe yes sir." Nana says briefly. Cars have already started entering Nana's housing complex. He was confused why there were so many cars parked on the road.

"Tumben is so crowded, what is it?", Nana muttered.

"Na...!", call Mr. Sam while stopping his car.

"Can't get into the alley, sir? Yes, I've come down here is okay."

"Not , son!", suddenly Mr. Samsir hugged the body of his student. Nana who misrespected tried to let go of the embrace of her teacher who was more worthy of being her grandfather.

"Sir Sam. Don't fuck around, sir." Nana tries to let go of her teacher's embrace which she already considers her own parents. But, Nana was surprised when she heard the prank from Mr. Sam.

"Na, you still have a father, you still have friends who love you."

I'm confused by what Sam said.

What's the matter?

Finally Sam let go of his embrace, rubbing my head full of tenderness. Why is Sam so weird like this? The car drove back to my house slowly. The atmosphere is getting crowded. There was a sense of alarm when I saw a yellow flag fluttering in front of his cake shop. I looked at Sam who was down. Mother's car is outside the fence, the collision once mother took out her car. Why so many?

Sam opened the car door for me. Then take my hand. Why is it that killer Sam sir can see this?

I walked towards my house. The look of pity from them started to tease me.

I entered the guest room. I saw a body covered in cloth lying on the floor. Whose body is this? I looked at Mr. Sam who was holding my shoulder. There was Azka crying beside the corpse.

"Assalamualaik."

"Getishalam."Replied by some people in the living room.

"Bik, where's mom?Who is this?", I asked the aunt who was also crying. Bibik rushed towards me.Hugging me tightly.

"Patient is non. Mother is gone, mother will no longer feel pain." My aunt still hugged me.

What the hell is this? Is there Aunt Laila and Azka? Mother? Meaning ?

I let go of aunt's embrace. I approached the body in front of me. I opened the cloth that covered his face.

Mother.desisku....

No, this is not possible. My mother could not have died. This must be a dream!

"Mother ..", I shook the body of Anisa's mother.

"Mother, look I brought this medal and this trophy to you. Mother's prayer is granted with God bund. Come on Bun, wake up and look at this."

My aunt grabbed me in her arms. I don't feel my tears shed.

I don't know what to do. My mouth was locked to this truth.

"Mother, if you go nana same who Bun?", I'm intrigued. I don't know, the look of pity increasingly pierced my heart.

"I will take care of you Na!", said Azka loudly. Instantly his net was fixed on Azka, the lover of his mother.

I began to understand the advice of Mr. Sam who had hugged me. Many people love him.

"Since you've come home, we'll take care of Anisa ya Na's funeral. Poor Anisa."

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Tahlilan and pray for the late Anisa has also been completed since the bada isya earlier. The plan, this study will be conducted for three days in a row.

Azka was still at Anisa's house until this very moment. I sat on the family room couch.

"Non, someone wants to give me something."

"What bik?"

Bibik handed me a white envelope that said my name.I opened it slowly. It's mom's writing.

To my dear mother's daughter, Najma

Dear Nana, if you read this letter means that your mother is no longer there beside you. Do not forget to pray for your mother, son, may Allah forgive your sins.

The first paragraph made me cry.

Nana, forgive the mother who can no longer take care of Nana. You are an adult, be a strong woman. Mommy knows, you certainly can.Pardon mother who has not been able to make you happy. But, you want Nana to know. Mother loves you very much, son. Even though you were not born from your mother's womb.

I took a deep breath, so that I could read the continuation of mother's letter.

Na, you have one request for you. Mommy hopes you will meet your mother's last request. Mother wants you to marry mas Azka.Because mother is sure and will feel calm if there are people who are very familiar mother can take care of you son.

Forgive me if you insist, but you only want someone who can really replace you to take care of you.

Marry Azka? Mother's request doesn't make sense. This is what you said a few days ago.

When she was my age, she was married. And you want me to follow in his footsteps?

*Mother wishes you wanted Yes Na. You are a submissive mother child, you know all this time you only want the best for you. And for you, Azka is the right person for you. He will take care of me and love you. Be your child for fifteen years. Mommy hopes, you will always think that mother is your mother forever. Take good care of yourself Na. Don't like speeding. Dear mother Najma.

Your mother,

Anisa Rahma Gustiaw*

Return letter from mother. Married to Azka? Even his age is almost double my age?

I saw Azka looking blankly at my mother's room. I know, that guy lost his mom a lot. Like me.

"Om Azka.", call me. He looked towards me. His face was puffy because he was shedding too many tears.

"Yes, om got the same will from your mother." He's looking down deep.

My aunt approached me. He rubbed my shoulder.

"Bibik also get a will, mother wants to have aunt take care of you in this house. As new ladies and gentlemen make a aunt."

Mother has prepared everything? He knew he was leaving us soon?

"What are you sick about?"

"Final stage blood cancer. He was not told Na. Laila just told me."

Is the nosebleed that often mothers experience because of this deadly disease? Why didn't you tell us?

"Are you ready to do Nisa's will?", asked Azka to me.

I'm dumbfounded. I haven't thought of anything.

"Om will prepare everything. Come home first!"

Azka left our house. Now I'm just the two with aunt. My aunt hugged me tightly. This woman over half a century old, hugged me like she was hugging her own granddaughter.

"I'm not alone, right?", I asked in his arms.

"No non, we're always with non."

Tonight, aunt accompanied sleeping in the mother's room. I want to feel the scent of the mother that is still left in this room. Slowly, I started to close my eyes. I wish I could meet my mother, even through a dream.