My Idea is Not a Imagination
Chapters. 26 Reality.

Arriving at home, I cleaned myself and then prayed asar, and lay down on the mattress. Like he's tired of this body. I don't feel like I'm sleeping for a second.

I was shocked by Mom's call.

"Fira, Fira," mother's voice as she knocked on the door.

"Yes ma'am, just go in and not be locked!" my answer.

"What are you,!" greet Mom while looking at her head at the door.

"It's okay, another fall, come in here Mom!" call me.

Then Mom came in and sat down on my bed.

"Fira, Auntie's business is done, how about tomorrow we go to the city, to Mom's place of work!" take Mother.

I was silent for a moment.

"Mmmm, but will Mom's employer not be upset if you take me to work?" my many.

"No, in fact they have often told Mother to take with you.!" said Mother.

I kept quiet while thinking, there was no harm either, I once knew the work of Mom. Calculate while on vacation before entering college.

"Okay ma'am, there's still five days for me to rest" I said.

"Yes already, then prepare your clothes tomorrow we leave by morning bus yes, so that it is still late afternoon!" said Mother.

"OKs. My mommy.!" I said, lifting my thumb.

I stuffed some pants, and a veil in my backpack. Not much because it was just a few days I had to go home to prepare for all the needs of college. A very long awaited day.

We say goodbye to Uncle and Rio because we leave early tomorrow morning.

The next morning when it was 03:30, Mom woke me up.

"Fira wake up let's take a shower we're leaving!" said Mother.

With eyes still drowsiness I tried to get up, then approached Mother who was busy preparing breakfast fried rice and two-serving warm tea.

"Let's take a shower, and have breakfast, after our morning prayers" Mother said.

"It has to be this early, ma'am,!" my many.

"It's a pity to finish the morning prayer later bang Maman the ojek subscription Mommy has picked up, because the bus leaves at 06.00 and the terminal trip takes approximately 45 minutes." mother explained.

"Well," I said, bringing the warm water my mother had prepared, to take a bath.

After taking a shower we had breakfast to prop up the stomach so as not to catch a cold. Until we heard the dawn adhan, we prayed and not long the ojek that I told you was parked in the yard.

"Let's Mom, huh,?" ask Bang Maman.

"Yes bang let's go late!" answer Mother.

I rode the ojek of one more relative bang Maman who was deliberately invited by bang Maman because my mother ordered two ojek people.

Traffic was still early in the morning making our trip very fast, with only 30 minutes we had arrived.

We picked up the booked ticket and not how long the bus had come and we left.

Along the way I was very happy, this was the first time I went with my mother. I enthusiastically told Mom about everything, my past school and my dreams after university.

My mother was very enthusiastic about listening. We are rarely together because we are separated by distance.

The bus stops at Rumah dingah to invite passengers to lunch, and dhuhur prayer. It didn't take long for the bus to leave again.

This time I fell asleep tired.

***

Mom's Mind.

How will I explain to Fira with all the facts.

May you understand and forgive me, son.

***

I woke up Mom was almost magrib,

" Fira's up in a minute" said Mother.

While rubbing my eyes I try to get up.

"Have you arrived, Mom?" much

"Be ready soon!" said Mother.

"All right!" I answered while tidying up my veil and wearing my loose sandals, because indeed I slept curled up in the bus seat.

I saw the bus enter the terminal area, and tried to park it perfectly.

All passengers got off, including us.

I saw Mom waving her hand at a man in a safari uniform, and it wasn't long before the man came up to Mom and brought us his tent.

Mom didn't say much and then headed to the car driven by the man and opened the backseat door telling me to come in and Mom to come in from the other door.

I wonder who that man really is and why to pick up mom like Mom is an employer. Don't you know I'm a housekeeper? Ahhh maybe he was the driver of the mother's family that her employer told her to pick up Mom.

I chose silence because I was afraid to ask Mom directly. Besides, there was a man driving it.

When the car enters a luxurious and magnificent house.

"Have we come down yet?" take Mother.

I just nodded, opening the car door. I saw the man driving the car open the door for Mom while looking down.

I was more surprised, actually what happened, why the scenery I saw seemed to be inversely proportional to what Mom told me, if Mom was an ART.

I was confused and didn't know what to say.

My mother invited me in and dragged me into a room.

"This is your room" while opening the door.

"And the bathroom's there!" mother said pointing at a door.

I entered the room still confused. Then I saw Mom come out.

"If you need anything, call Mom!" mother said, closing the door.

I observed the whole room, a very large and luxurious room with a large bed with a modern minimalist design, according to the magazine I had read in the library.

I put down my backpack and I went into the bathroom, cleaned myself up hoping it was just a dream, "After a long trip maybe I'm being embarrassed." Thought

After taking a bath, I prayed magrib and laid my body on the mattress, a very soft mattress, which made me somewhat uncomfortable. Feeling asleep in the field so wide room for my whole life just this time I feel it.

I woke up because my stomach was wrapped around hunger. I opened the door to the room peeking out, walking slowly, looking for the kitchen, because I'm sure you must be in the kitchen, because usually that's where ART is.

And sure enough, in the back hallway after passing through the TV room which was also no less large than the room, and the dining room was very elegant, I found the kitchen.

And it's true that I found Mom there with a woman who was a little old.

But the appearance of my mother really surprised me, even though only wearing a negligee but very different from the hair that is carried in the style of the office mothers and the style is like an employer, who is cooking.

"This is also in the iris of the Madam?" the middle-aged woman asked.

"Madam, Nyoya, what is this?, who is this mother? I don't understand anymore!" Mumbles.

I pinched my cheek pain, a sign I wasn't dreaming.

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