MOM
Chapter 3

"Ara, how are you doing, son?? "..... The tall man stroked my hair, developing the most beautiful smile as I looked at his face, the face I missed so much.

We mingle in silence, enjoying a long time gone.

Once again I looked at the black bead, trying to convince myself that this was a long-standing reality.

'Am I dreaming?? '

Want me to slap my pink cheeks, so that I would wake up from this rare event. Clear circles drip slowly, there are a lot of questions on the head that I want to spill on papa, I'm angry... But this longing overcame my annoyance at him.

I haven't said a word yet, he turned his back towards me.

"Sorry ara, papa can only briefly meet you at this time, do not cry, papa's son is stronger than anything. Papa's trying to be out there trying to make the fig and mama happy"

He patted me on the shoulder, then walked quickly away from me.

"Papaaaaa....... Don'tgo........ Ara please.... " I tried to run faster than his footsteps, but the shadow grew farther away, fading away.... And missing.

"Tidaaaaaaaaaaac"...

My shoulders were shaken, a pair of hands trying to wake me up. The sweat has flooded into this self. My breaths. The bitterness has reached my pain. And the fact that now it's just a dream.

I hugged the woman next to me, releasing the heart-wrenching wounds and lara. Shed all the longings that pierced the recesses in the chest. I was crying so much. Again the dream was so scary, afraid that one day you will never come back again.

Mama held me deep, I knew she was hurt, but tears would no longer come to her eyes. He is so stony at this moment, will not be sensitive anymore about his memory to papa, he just tried to make everything okay in rigidity, he said, so that I can also be stronger to face reality without my beloved man - Papa.

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My eyes glared far away remembering past events after events.

The days that passed with my mom. Home women turned into steel-hearted women. Now he is the one who replaces the role of papa to make a living, the conditions are forcing, at that time I stepped on 9 years.

I remember a time when all my relatives didn't even care, I looked at my uncle's children enjoying ice cream cheese bread. I gulped as if I were a street beggar. My mom never taught me to ask.

I'm taking a step towards housing. I developed a smile as Rio called my name from a distance. He held a black pouch in his right hand, and then he approached me.

"Ara.. last night my mom took me to the night market, really fun, kept me in the game and.... Tara.... Look what I got, I won and I got a doll.." He told me very enthusiastic and I was also excited to hear his speech.

"Because I'm a boy, I don't like dolls, so this is for you. I've got permission to my mom and mom's agreed to it".

" Ka. You're sure Rio's for me free, because if you ask me to replace it with money, I don't have it.." I squeezed the edge of my shabby shirt. Rio laughed, "No ra, this is for you free. "again Rio thrust the pouch towards me, my hand hesitated to take it.

"Thank you Rio, a. I know how to bales your kindness.. ", my eyes blurred at him, he smiled and touched my shoulder.

" Halah, we are friends, and they must help each other, said my papaku mama".

I was stunned, how happy Rio had parents who loved him so much..

"Yaudah, I go first yes ra, earlier mama nitip tell buyin cooking oil to the store in front, bye bye ara... "

Rio whistled while casually running away from me, I gasped and realized that I had not thanked him.

"Rioooooo..... Thank you, doll", half yelling I called him, he just nodded back and wave from a distance.

I hummed melodiously while carrying my new doll, I set foot towards the house, before entering the alley I saw my mom walking with some plastic bags filled with vegetables, he was a little stunned to see me carrying a strange doll in his eyes.

"Your mom said many times you can't steal someone else's property! " Mama's loud voice suddenly startled my consciousness. My little hand was dragged in a row of residential directions.

"Let's return the doll to whom? " Mama's baritone voice came back blaring, I just shook my head slowly while shedding tears. Mama raised her hand into the air, preparing to slap my pink cheeks.

"For Ma's sake, my gosh, Ara didn't steal", I bowed weakly helplessly, "the son of the security guard who is in front of the gate giving this doll fig ma", my sobs are hoarse. Mama slightly lowered her emotional tone, trying to slow her breath, I was afraid that if my emotions exploded, not just the swearing from her lips came out, sometimes a little pinch I will get if my behavior is beyond the reach of my mother

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The time is getting harder, making mama have to make big decisions, I was entrusted to oma while mom herself will find a job so that I can still attend a decent school. Mama became a steward at a famous dining place in a neighboring city. Of course it's a hard thing for me, not only to lose papa, now I also have to be far from my mother's reach.

And sure enough, the nightmare is now really happening, the words of the father who wants to make us happy are just mere nonsense, he lied to mom and me, especially his promise to God.

For years I lived a life without the complete love and affection of parents, now the feeling of sensitivity has disappeared from me.

At the age of junior high school, I began to get used to working after school, I was able to be independent, because the age of old enough to not allow him to take care of me full time.

This warm woman who always calmed and strengthened me, not a single hint of anger emerged from her hoarse voice. Surprise appetizing dishes every day held at the dining table, even though it is only salted fish with taro leaves.

Mama doesn't have enough time to keep me company, taking a vacation only once a month makes me not want to expect more for her care. Let's just say, the proof so far I can be independent without a mother, as long as there is an oma accompanying me.

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