MOM
Chapter 8
Sezha stuffed a few pieces of her clothes into a bag, and she also checked the savings she had.
Sezha always sets aside the money Deon gave her.
"I think this money is enough to support me for the next few weeks. Good thing I have a stash."
Sezha brought money worth 3 million rupiah. This was more than enough for a girl who was still a student.
After entering all his needs into a bag that is not too big, he immediately left his room for a time that does not know until when.
"Goodbye to my room."
Sezha spoke with teary eyes.
Sezha turned a glance looking at her beloved room for the last time.
It was enough that he looked at every corner of his room and closed the door.
As soon as he walked, he saw that his mother was sitting while looking at the outside with a blank look.
Sezha says goodbye to her mother.
"Mom, Sezha pamit. Take good care of your mother's health. Assalamualaikum Ma'am ."
I wanted Sezha to cry but she tried hard to deal with all this. Sezha felt that she deserved this kind of action from her mother.
"Waalaikum salam." answered his mother coldly without taking her eyes off the window.
With the way down Sezha stepped his feet out of this house.
But when Sezha was about to open the door, it turned out that his father first who came from outside opened the door.
Sezha stood still when she saw her father enter, unable to look at his face.
Her father who just got home looks weird with Sezha.
"Sezha, where are you taking the bag ? aren't you sick anymore ? " ask Sezha's father.
"Ah yes father, hem Sezha there is a practice schedule from Bu guru so Sezha must bring his own practice tools." Sezha reasoned.
"Oh yeah, is that true ? your teacher does not know if you are sick, ck still given the task . I don't allow you to follow the practice, put all your practical stuff back in your room."
"But well, Sezha must follow the practice if not then the value of Sezha practice can be ugly well."
Sezha lied to her father.
His mother who had been silent began to move and approached Sezha and his father.
"Let her go well, mother told her to go."
Said the mother with a flat face.
Because of his words from his wife, Sezha's father was more confused by what happened.
"What do you mean mom ? mom kicked our son out, huh? another sick child was told to leave, this strange mother. No, anyway Sezha can't go to the point, Sezha back to your room now. Don't argue with me, understand !" father's word.
Sezha did not move a step, he still stood down.
"Dad, do you know why you told Sezha to go? do you want to know why?"
Ms Inging explains Sezha .
"Because there's a practice lesson, right ? I knew Sezha had told me the same father."
Answer plain dad.
His mother breathed a heavy sigh, she did not know how to convey.
"Sheem sezha."
Mother raised her head up, she urged her tears not to come back dripping from her eyes.
"Sezha why Mom? it seems serious. What the hell is this really. I'm getting confused."
"Sezha, our proud daughter now she is not the daughter we are proud of anymore well. That's because Sezha is currently pregnant, well. Sezha's pregnant."
With a heavy voice, my mother explained to my father.
"Huh ! what ! mom's not kidding, is she? Sezha what your mother said, right if you're pregnant ?!" dad widened both his eyes.