Mother Connect For My Son
Part 47's
...I.B.U.S.A.M.B.U.N.G.U.N.T.U.K.A.N.A.K.K.U...
...O God, You are the Lord who gives salvation from salvation...
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Elea was still pecking, the yellow chips in her mouth also came to a halt. He did not expect that the media would spread the news so quickly.
Elea turned off the television and started focusing on the cell phone. He surfed on Sovia's Instagram account.
Lots of nitijen comments there.
Especially in posts that display in upload on 3 days ago, there are 11 thousand more comments.
Elea clicked and started reading slowly.
“Astaghfirullah.” Pekik Elea's.
Their comments are outrageous. Inappropriate insults and blasphemies are hurled as fellow human beings. They judge at will.
There was even one nitijen comment that asked Sovia to commit suicide.
After reading some comments posted by Sovia. Elea re-opened the DM from her Instagram account.
Elea sniffed because there was DM from one of the fake accounts she had just received .His hand was moved to open the message.
“Yes Allah!” elea was louder than the first.
The phone he was holding fell on the couch.
Elea shut her mouth. His body shivered with a sweat that suddenly flowed in the temple. Elea's afraid.
“Allahumma antas salaam, wa minkas salaam, tabaarokta dzal jalaali wal ikroom.”
(O Allah, You are the Lord who gives salvation from salvation)
Elea prayed and rubbed her from face to body.
Elea took a breath many times to neutralize her still beating heart.
An account that has no followers. Profile photo is not there. He sent a message to Elea.
Your life will not be calm. And you'll be back in early position.
Elea blocked the account out of fear.
The sound of the bell made Elea flinch. He began to feel alert. Repeatedly saying Istighfar because it is bad to think.
“Mama.” It turns out that the one who came was Mama Nira, Elea's in-law.
The still beautiful middle-aged woman developed a smile . Elea kisses Mama Nira's hand and brings Mama Nira in.
“Whose name is Mah? Why didn't you say you were coming here. Elea asks driver to pick up Mama.”
They sat on the sofa that Elea was sitting on. Sit side by side.
“Only, no need to bother. My mom was also with the driver. I'd like to meet my granddaughter-in-law Mama. Shrimp kangen.” Mama Nira spoke casually.
“Where's cila? Does he often complain of pain?” Mama Nira continued her talk. He looked left and right to find the whereabouts of his favorite grandson.
Elea shakes her head “Cila's napping again, Ma. Lack of sleep because last night was busy with the trophy that Mas Ardha got. Until the trophy is brought to sleep. Good luck with why-napa.”
Terang Elea. tells how enthusiastic Cila was when Ardha got the award.
Talking to Mama Nira made her fear subside a little. At least now his mind is distracted.
“Yes, Mama was also worried last night.”
Elea nodded her head. “Mama want to drink what? let Elea make it.”
“Mama ga haus. You can take it yourself later. How about we cook? Mom wants to try a new recipe. Yesterday saw it was delicious.” Enthusiastic Mama Nira.
“Bby, Ma. Hopefully the ingredients that are in the refrigerator are complete.”
They moved and began to step towards the buffer. Open the contents of the refrigerator and it turns out that the available ingredients are in accordance with the cuisine that Mama Nira wants to cook.
In between the busyness of Elea. Mama Nira went to the living room for a while with the excuse of wanting to check her phone.
Scared that papa Dave called. Elea also invited and continued the work of Mama Nira.
Elea is safe with Mama. You calm down, you also go home carefully. Do not let any journalists follow.
Mama Nira sends a message to Ardha. Because the man kept asking.
Ardha accidentally asks Mama Nira to accompany Elea at home.
Afraid if anyone intends to harm Elea, or journalists who suddenly come and ask something. Ardha was afraid that Elea would feel uncomfortable.