Stain Becomes the 2nd
Mama's going to work?
"Agh, yeah. What's up, Ma?" Arkana asked after taking her eyes off Emila.
Ms. Selvy did not answer, but looked in the direction Arkana had seen. But he did not see anyone there because Emila had finished wiping the shop glass.
"Mama's been asking you to talk, but you're just quiet." Answer Ms. Asma.
Arkana sighed. "Sorry, I'm not focused, Ma." The answer.
"Why? Are you thinking about your wife?" Guess Mrs Asma.
Arkana's head shook. "No. Do you want to get into the store?" Arkana switched the conversation so that Ms. Selvy would no longer question her about her wife.
"Yes, then Mama comes in first. Thank you for delivering Mama." Said Mrs Selvy.
Arkana nodded her head. Afterwards, Ms. Selvy got out of her son's car.
"Why have I been thinking about her lately?" Arkana muttered to Emila.
Not wanting to make her mother feel suspicious because her car did not go from the front of the store, Arkana finally drove her car to leave the store owned by her mother to her company.
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"What's? Mama wants to open a sewing business at home?" Emila asked after her mother finished telling her if she wanted to open a sewing business at home.
"Yes, Mama thought the sewing business was a promising venture, Mila. Mama has the ability to sew and just buy her sewing machine." Answer Ms. Asma.
Emila was silent and thought. "But what will not make Mama bother? Mila's afraid of Mama's ketchup if it works." Emila.
Emila went back to weighing.
"You take it easy, son. For capital Mama can use the savings from the sale of our home first. Mama just provides a place to sew. Looks like our garage can be used for sewing." Said Mrs Asma.
"Yes..." Emila begins to feel bad for her mother who re-uses her savings for her needs.
"Emila, the more you get in the day, the bigger your stomach will be. And when that comes Mama doesn't want you to work in the store anymore and focus on your content. From the sewing business and the remaining savings, Mama sure can support the needs of the three of us." Said Mrs Asma.
Emila immediately hugged her mother after she finished speaking. "Thank you for being such a great mom, Ma. Without Mama what her life Mila means today." Say Emila with both eyes glazed over.
Asma rubbed her daughter's back. "We're going through everything together, son. Every life has its tests." Said Bu Asma.
Chief Emila nodded. After that, Emila released her embrace on her mother's body.
"So when are you going to stop working, son?" Ask Ms. Asma.
Emila thought for a moment. "Until the age of Emila's womb goes three months, Ma. Mila still needs that job for the cost of labor later." Answer Emila.
Ms. Asma nodded in agreement to her daughter's decision. "Tomorrow we check the condition of your fetus, yes. As long as she's in your womb we've never checked her out." Tawar Bu Asma's.
"Alright, Ma. It just so happens that Mila's paying tomorrow. After checking the content we immediately shop for the needs of the house yes, Ma." Said Emila and was embraced by Bu Asma in response.
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