My Conglomerate
Mom fatma and mommy sora
Sora melihhat mama fatma was sitting casually on the sofa in the middle room. He barked tv, but at all we enjoy because it just closed our eyes while putting our heads up. Sora then approached her and grabbed the shoulder of mama fatma for her massage. Once shocked, but mama fatma then returned to calm enjoying massage after a sora massage on her body.
“Your massage is good, Sora. Where did you learn from?” ask mama fatma.
“Ngga learn, Mom. It's spontaneous usually, it's my father said my massage is good.” Sora continued to massage the shoulders and arms of mama fatma alternately, until occasionally he moaned favourably especially in the part that at that time he felt tremendous aches.
“Mother, Doctor right?”
“Yes, but still a general practitioner. Why?” Mama fatma asked again, especially when looking at the sora like a tenga held a question in her heart. “Sora?” call mama fatma.
“Begini, sora has a mami .. Which is also a doctor like mother, but mami sora has died seven years ago due to an accident.”
“Mami sora Doctor?” Mama fatma looked surprised to hear it, but at that time she asked that mama fatma to dismiss her words. Naturally hard, because mama fatma was amazed and curious at the sora who actually became a nanny in her home at this time.
Sora finally told her about her mother, The woman who had given birth to her was named Sasdianita Aditama. “Sora and mami separated since sora was five years old and mami devotion here. And again because.. Mama, papi's first wife does not want mami to come there.”
“You're in foreign??” mama Fatma asked with her face so solemn, and sora nodded answering her question at that moment. He also told me that sometimes mami often secretly come to Jakarta and steal the opportunity to see Sora at any cost.
Sora rounded his eyes, he was shocked when mama fatma seemed to know her mother so well. “You know mami sora? Seriously?” tanyanya enthusiastic.
“Yes, know him very well because he is my best guide. Even he already considers mama like his own sister, accompany him when lonely and comfort his heart when he misses with his baby there.” Mama Fatma explained their relationship is indeed as good as that, which even mama fatma often got tuition fees and hitchhiking live in her old house.
“Why don't you go to that house, Sora?”
“No, sora will not be there,” he replied, then told about the problems that existed and his status that escaped from home and from the pursuit of his brother. If he were in that house, he would soon be found by all of them and forced home for a forced marriage.
“Sora doesn't want to be married like that. And at this time sora fled, even met with close friends mami. What sora wants to ask is, is mami really an accident?” ask sora. Mama fatma then just kept silent and looked back at him, she was like she was keeping something so difficult she said to him.
Sora was arrested and could not even see the body of the mother for the last time. He only looked through the photo, and it only showed the face of the mother who had been clean with a body that had been wrapped neatly. If true, sora just wanted to ask for a note about the results of the visit of the mother they did at the hospital.
“Sora just want to be sure, so that sora no longer wonder or accuse others of the death of mami.”
“Sora feels mami sora murdered, why?” ask mama fatma. But Sora just shook his head, he thought it was just a child's instinct towards his mother with all the curiosity that he had withstood all this time.