Mom, Why Am I Different?
Chapter 2
Hearing Luna's question I immediately cried. All the dark memories of the past I have to dig back. Luna who was still in my arms kept crying asking who her real father was.
"We go into the house, son," I said while holding Luna into the house.
"Mom, is Luna really an illegitimate child, actually an illegitimate child what the hell," asked Luna curiously while wiping her tears.
"Luna, try now to explain who said that Luna was an illegitimate child," I asked my little daughter while taking her to sit on the sofa.
"So friends told me that Luna didn't have a father, and they said Luna was deaf" Luna replied innocently.
"O Allah have mercy on you, Son, at this small age you must feel the pain in the bully," my mind as I began to hold Luna.
"Listen to my good mother, Luna's father is currently out of town far away from working for a living, Dad also loves Luna very much" I replied with tears.
"Then is it true that Luna is deaf so her mother always screams at Luna," asked Luna while wiping my tears with her small hands.
"No, son, Luna is just a regular pain, I promise you someday you will be able to recover" I replied with a smile.
Which mother is not sad to hear the princess question about her father and his condition. Maybe right now I can't make my daughter happy. However, I was sure that one day I would be able to take Luna to the doctor.
“Now Luna is taking a nap, son,” I said as I carried her towards the room.
After putting Luna to sleep, I rushed to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Today I got more than the result of washing clothes and the owner of the house also asked me to clean his house. So I took the initiative to buy a chicken and a vegetable for Luna today.
A few hours later, Luna woke up from her sleep. After the shower I took her to the porch to feed her. This was the first time Luna had tasted fried chicken.
"Today we don't eat eggs anymore Mom," asked Luna while looking at the plate in my hand.
"Yes, thank God today I have a fortune so I can buy Luna chicken" I replied while feeding Luna.
"This is what Mom," asked Luna while pointing to the chicken thigh that was on the plate.
“Yes Allah turns out that my daughter did not hear what I said to her, forgive Mother Son," my inner self while shedding tears.
"Kok Mommy cried, Luna is naughty yes Mom," asked Luna while wiping my tears.
"No son, let's eat again" I replied as I put the spoon in Luna's mouth.
That night while I was putting Luna to sleep I felt a deep regret in me. I rubbed the long black and bushy hair of the little girl beside me. Suddenly Luna asked me a question that surprised me.
"Mother, what kind of father is Dad," Luna asked as she turned to me who was sleeping beside her.
"Why does Luna ask like that again, son," I asked curiously.
"What Mom," answered Luna innocently.
"Luna why ask about Dad again!" I answered with a little scream.
"Luna would love to meet Father, Luna misses Father Mom," she replied with a sad face.
"Luna's father is a good, responsible father" I replied in a slightly loud voice.
"Then why did you leave us, Mom, did you hate us" asked Luna curiously.
"No son, Dad never hated us. He loves us so much, but right now my father is working out of town" I replied, holding back my tears.
"Now we go to sleep, dear tomorrow, I will tell you more about Luna's father" I replied as I put Luna to bed.
Tonight I couldn't sleep well thinking about what Luna said. For a moment I remembered about my first meeting with Mas Niko. Mas Niko is a famous hotel owner in Jakarta.
At that time I who worked as a cook in one of his mother's catering accidentally met him while delivering a meal at his home. At that time I accidentally bumped into Mas Niko who was walking in a hurry. Since that meeting my husband and I met often and he often met me in catering.
"Rani, do you want to marry me," Mas Niko asked as she held my hand.
"That can't be Mas, I'm just a lowly employee whereas you are the owner of a famous hotel as well as the son of a successful businessman" I replied as I let go of Mas Niko's handrails.
"I don't care, I'll talk to my parents about our marriage immediately" Mas Niko said, trying to convince me.
The next day while I was busy with my work in catering suddenly Mas Niko came and immediately pulled me into his car. He immediately drove his car to a shopping center in downtown Jakarta. Mas Niko bought me a dress and took me to a famous salon in the shopping mall.
"Why are you doing this to me, Mas" I asked curiously as we were already in the car.
"You'll find out later, and I'm sure you'll like it" Mas Niko replied as she started running her car.
Not long after we arrived at a very nice restaurant. It looks like some people are sitting at some tables in dresses and suits that are so expensive. This was my first experience of getting into a large and luxurious restaurant.
"Congratulations Madam, sir, have you booked a place tonight" asked a servant.
"I've reserved a vvip room for a family meeting on behalf of Niko," Mas Niko replied with a friendly smile.
"Okay sir, some of your family are waiting in the room" replied the waiter, walking to us.
"Mas, why are we here the food here must be expensive, let's get out of here" I whispered to Mas Niko.
"Just follow the steps of this servant," replied Rudi with a smile towards me.
The restaurant room was so cold it made all my hair stand up. The sound of violin and piano makes the atmosphere of the restaurant very romantic. We arrived at a luxurious room, but there was something that surprised me in that place.
“Mistress, my inner” when I see my boss sitting in one of the chairs.
“Good Night!” niko shouted, making everyone in the room look at us.
“Actually what is this Mas,” you are curious about.
“You have followed me,” replied Niko while holding me.
“Mama, Papa introduce this Rani,” said Niko while introducing me to her parents.
"You," said Mrs Saras in shock.
"Mistress's night" greeted me with a smile.
"Why are you here, instead of this hour you still have work to do" asked Mrs Saras, looking at the watch in her hand.
"Oh, what should I answer now," my inner being lowered.