MOM
Chapter 54
Back to Sezha's story.
Mak Iyem told Sezha to sit in a chair facing the mirror.
"You sit here first, I'll pick a dress that suits you."
"Woah I can't wait to try it out." Sezha was so happy.
Mak Iyem took a pair of traditional Javanese clothes in black, and also a bun with jasmine flowers that had been strung together.
"This is the traditional Javanese wedding dress, and there is also a bun and jasmine flowers. You're wearing this must look more and more beautiful."
"Wedding clothes." Sezha.
Sezha's face reflected Deon's face when they were still often walking together.
Sezha's face turned gloomy, because he had thought that Deon would want to be responsible, but that was just his wish.
Sezha unconsciously stroked her stomach in front of Mak Iyem' while imagining Deon's face.
Mak Iyem smiled obliquely.
"Ekhem, you're fine." Tegur Mak Iyem's.
"Ah yes Ma'am, I'm sorry to be so daydreaming." Sezha jerks.
"It's okay, it looks like you're keeping a burden ?"
"No ma'am, I just love looking at these clothes." Answer Sezha.
"It's not good if there is a problem in the store itself, it should be told to others, let it plong."
"Yo wes if you don't want to, I won't make it. But if you want a story, I'm ready to hear your story. Think of me as your mother." Mak Iyem gently stroked Sezha's hair.
"There's actually a burden that I bear ma'am, perhaps more precisely a disgrace. I don't know what my future is and my school will be." Sezha finally wanted to tell a story.
"Don't be sad, just tell stories so you can feel relieved and not be haunted with burdens or guilt, don't hesitate here we're just two no one else." Persuade Mak Iyem's'.
Sezha looked at Mak Iyem's face with a sad face. Mak Iyem's gentle touch managed to make him full. His heart felt calm, because this gentle touch he did not get from the mother at home, since his mother knew if Sezha was pregnant, she said, her mother's attitude changed drastically towards Sezha with absolutely no concern from her mother anymore.
Mak Iyem returned Sezha's gaze with a similar look.
Sezha felt calm near Mak Iyem's'.
"Mom want to know something I'm hiding from my friends ?"
"Please tell me a story."
"Look Mom, I've been pregnant and my gestational age has entered 2 months." Sezha bowed lethargic.
Once again Mak Iyem' smiled obliquely.
"That's great news, every woman's dream is to want to get pregnant. So make your opo sad you should be happy anyway."
"Yes I know Mom, but the problem is I'm still in school and I still have to finish my school. Where might I be able to continue school with a fetus in my womb, Mom. Hicks." Sezha shed a tear.
"Stsstt cah ayu can't cry yo, later the beauty of ilang." Mak Iyem wiped Sezha's tears.
"But Ma'am, I have to do ma'am hiks I don't know what to do. The man I'm dating is not responsible for my pregnancy. Though he asked me to do the dirty deed, but what after I gave him he did not care about me in the least. He's the man of b*ingan ma'am, ba*ingan !" Sezha vented her hatred for Deon.