Mom, Why Am I Different?
Chapter 3
"This is Rani Niko's future wife" Niko said with a smile in front of her parents.
"What! Are you not mistaken, he is a lowly employee in Mama's catering," Saras replied as he stood up.
"What if Rani is an employee at Mama's catering!" niko snapped to the Mama.
"We better go home and solve this problem at home" said Herman, holding his wife.
"Niko Papa is waiting for you at home" Herman said, turning to Niko.
From then on Niko's sentence and her parents became tenuous because Niko still chose me over her parents. Until one day Niko took me to her parents' house and said that she would marry me soon. To make the papa give two choices to Niko.
"If you insist on marrying this woman, Papa will cross your name as the sole heir of our family and the entire hotel in your name will be removed" herman said.
"Sorry Pa, I will stay married to Rani no matter what," Niko replied as she held my hand out of the house.
"Look! As long as you are in touch with that poor woman, never injure your feet in this house" cried Herman as he watched us march out.
"What should we do Pa" Saras asked the husband.
"You take it easy, I'm sure Niko will return home because I understand very well that she will not be able to live hard" Herman replied confidently.
We also had a simple wedding without being attended by parents and extended family Mas Niko. After marrying me and Mas Niko decided to live in a village far from the bustle of the city. Mas Niko at that time only worked as a pelvic porters in a rice agent owned by Juragan Basir.
Our marriage was very happy, Mas Niko also never complained with tired and hard work at this time. Until one day right in the two years of our marriage Mas Niko began to act rudely, as if he regretted his decision to marry me. I who was humming Luna often got rough treatment both physically and speechlessly.
“Dad!” shouted Luna to the surprise of me who was daydreaming beside her.
“Astaghfirulllah, Luna why darling,” I said while hugging her who was sitting on the bed.
“Luna dreams Daddy comes home and leaves again,” he replied while crying.
“Yes Allah is so deep miss my daughter to her Father, my inner” while continuing to hug Luna tightly.
“Mother let's go to Daddy's place of work,” said Luna while staring at me.
“Iya later if Mother has our fortune to Dad, now we sleep again yes,” I said while laying Luna on the bed.
“Mas Niko, I have to find you where Mas,” my inner self while stroking Luna's hair.
A few months later I rented my parents' house. The plan was that I used the money to rent a small house in the City while searching for my husband's whereabouts. To support the needs of our lives while in the city I opened a simple rice stall using the rest of the money I had.
“Mother, Luna went to school with friends yes!” luna shouted as she ran towards a mosque.
“Yes, be careful Nak!” I answered while shouting.
Since living in Luna City had many very good friends with him. In fact, they never mocked the condition of Luna who has a less clear hearing. My rice stall is also quite crowded, even almost every day I can spend 5kg of rice to sell.
“Iya Darling what is it,” my question while continuing to serve some guests who want to eat in my stall.
“So Luna almost just somersault car om rich,” said Luna to make me surprised.
“Yes Allah, but Luna is okay ‘kan try to tell Mom which one is sick,” I replied while turning Luna's body and check if there are any wounds on her body.
“Fortunately om it's good Mom, Luna was invited to the minimarket and bought a lot of food, friends are also given a lot of food by that om,” said Luna who apparently did not hear my question.
“Luna, I asked if anyone was hurt in Luna's body,” my question while a little screaming.
“Not Bu,” he said while twirling his body.
“Then now Luna goes into the house and changes clothes yes,” I replied while shouting.
Since the incident, Luna often tells about the man she calls Om good. Luna also told me that the man was a rich man and very handsome. They meet almost every day at the mosque where Luna teaches.
“Luna, next time if the good Om comes do not want to be given anything, son,” I said while shouting and holding his shoulder.
“Indeed why Mom, Om it ‘kan well,” asked Luna curious.
“Son, we can't ask anything from others, let alone people we don't know,” I replied while holding my little daughter.
“But ‘kan Luna did not ask, Om himself who gave it to Luna,” replied Luna plain.
“Ya we have now rest, it is night,” I said while holding Luna towards the room.
Along the way to Luna's room, she keeps telling her about the kindness of the man she calls the good Om. A man she knew when a car nearly grazed her. I who was curious about the figure of Om good dream Luna intend to find out who the man really is.
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The next day I went about my day as usual. However, today I intend not to open my food stall. I intend to find out who the man Luna calls Om is good.
After finishing all my homework, I rushed to the mosque where Luna studied teaching. I waited almost 1 hour for the man to arrive. However, there was no sign of his arrival.
“It looks like the man is not coming today, my inner” while standing from my seat and looking around the courtyard of the mosque.
The clock shows at 5 pm, I who was tired immediately stood up and decided to go home.seen some children began to come out of the mosque. However, when I was about to leave the place there was the sound of a man calling my daughter's name.
“Luna!” yell that man.
“Om Good,” said Luna as she ran towards the man and hugged him.
Instantly I turned towards Luna's screaming voice. Unfortunately, I could not see the man's face. I who was deliberately hiding beside the mosque made it difficult to see the face of the man.
“Who is the man, and what his purpose is to continue to meet Luna,” I said as I looked at Luna who was hugging the man.