Night Destiny
The Instinct of a Mother

"So it's true that Salsa is pregnant? Isn't she married?" asked Lia,

Maria and Salsa could not hide her shock. Even their faces turned a little pale.

"Miss Mary, is it true that Salsa is pregnant? Who is the father of the baby? Is he not married?."

"Mom heard wrong, Mom. I'm not saying that" Maria replied firmly.

Ms. Lia looked at Maria and Salsa with a suspicious look. "But I heard Mom say-!."

"Sorry Miss Lia. I reiterate once again, Salsa is not pregnant. You just misheard."

Ms. Lia was silent, she certainly did not believe what Maria said. "I'm just making sure, Mom. As Ms. RT, I just want my citizens clean. Moreover, Mother and Salsa are the owners of Orphanage. It will be very damaging to the image of your Panti if there are residents who do nothing. Your house can be closed and our environment is also polluted because of the ills of society!."

Maria looked in annoyance at Bu Lia. Even if what he said was true. But he had no right to judge Salsa without knowing the real reason. Salsa herself remained silent. His heart is beating fast. Said Bu Lia as if to be a reprimand if in the future the situation will be more difficult. Considered to be spreading disgrace and tarnishing the image of his environment, Salsa threatened to be driven from his residence. It doesn't matter if he's the only one who's been driven out, but if the rest of the orphanage is driven out, he'll feel even more guilty.

"What is the need for Miss Lia to come here?" asked Salsa

The middle-aged woman smiled faintly, "I had a windfall. There are two sacks of rice in front. I call - call you no one. So I'm just going in!."

"Thank you for Mother Lia's kindness. May God repay Mother's kindness!" said Mary kindly.

Ms. Lia smiled, "Sama-sama Ma'am. We should help each other. Then I say good!."

After Ms. Lia's departure, Maria took Salsa to her room. He knew Salsa was thinking about the woman's words. "Sal, don't think too much about what Ms. Lia said. Not good for pregnant women too much thought. Poor your baby!."

"But what Bu Lia said was right, Bun. It would have affected the survival of the parlor if I stayed here. We won't be able to hide my pregnancy for too long. Moreover, the people around here are very anti with things smelling negative!."

"Hasn't Mother said. Whatever happens, we'll get through it together!."

Salsa shook her head softly, "I must not be selfish by involving Mother and the children in my troubles. Too risky Bun. Mother is well known by people, by donors and also residents around. What would they say if they knew I was pregnant without a husband. They will not only blaspheme me, but Mother as well. Even the kids will get hit. Residents will hate us, do not rule out the possibility of donors will stop their donations. Poor kids, Bun. So let me just go!."

"Mother disagrees, Sal. You've never been far away alone. Last time you left, you experienced all this. Mother can't let you go anymore. Mother is worried, Mother does not want you to do anything. You're Mother's child, so no matter what happens, Mother will always be there to support you!."

Salsa smiled, she was really lucky to have a mother who would care for and raise her wholeheartedly like Mary. "But with me here, you'll be threatened. I beg you, Mother, do not make me more guilty of you if you suffer because of me!."

"But where are you going? Just aim you don't have," Maria said worriedly.

Salsa looked intently at the woman who had cared for her since childhood, "I will not repeat the same mistake, Bun. I learned a lot from the life experiences I had. I promise to be a better Salsa. I believe that God's plan is more beautiful than ours. And wherever I am, I'll remember mother and children."

Salsa nodded, "I will not forget Mother, after giving birth later, I will often visit Mother!."

Mary smiled softly, "If you may ask, wait until the event of the son of Bu Gita is finished. You also have work responsibilities with him. He promised you a vacation, at least, accompany your Mother and your sisters before you leave!."

"certain Mother. I am accompanying you. But I assure you, it's not our last meeting!."

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"Since when was your brother like this?", asked Gita worried, Azka back nausea vomiting in the morning. Even he looked so pale and limp.

"Almost two months!," replied Saga casually

Gita looked at her youngest son, almost two months and neither Saga nor Azka said anything to him. If he hadn't taken the initiative to come to his son's apartment, they probably wouldn't have said anything either.

"You should see the doctor, Bang! Let it be clear what pain you are!."

Azka shook her head, "Let's get better on your own, Bun!."

"That's just nausea vomiting in the morning, Bun. After a bit of luck, he will be healthy again!" said Saga

Deg

Gita's heart beat uncharacteristically, why Azka experienced exactly the same as what Dirga experienced when she was pregnant. Could it be that Salwa was pregnant and Azka was having her sympathetic pregnancy? Or if not Salwa, there is another woman who is currently pregnant with her granddaughter.

Gita's feelings start to fret, "Ga, you call Dr. Arman, tell him to come here!," Gita orders. Saga came straight out of Azka's room.

"Want Mommy to help?" bargained the Gita. Azka shook her head, she walked slowly from the bathroom to the bed.

"Now be honest with Mother. What have you done with Salwa?."

Azka looked at the Mother, "What does Mother mean?."

"Mother is a mother. And a mother's instincts are never wrong. Have you ever slept with Salwa? Or maybe, now Salwa is pregnant with your child?."