Stepmom Cold Bed
Go home

This time off, Maureen really enjoyed. He went for a walk, ate roadside snacks without feeling awkward or prestige at all.

Some snacks in buy Maureen. Starting from fruit dishes, ice cream cut and siomay carts that he has not enjoyed for a long time. He just sits by the side of the road even though many people are watching him.

His attractive appearance did invite many pairs of glancing eyes. She covered her pretty eyes with black glasses so as not to be too noticeable if she looked back at the person who was watching her.

However, there were only people who smiled at him, nodded politely at the cold figure or occasionally photographed him secretly. Whatever, Maureen doesn't care about that.

He enjoyed his meal without being disturbed. He realized that he was not the center of the world, not necessarily feeling important to others. However, he did not realize that he was like a diamond glittering among the black sand. No one is not interested in paying attention to it.

His appearance was actually simple, he was only wearing a simple black dress because of his plan he would go somewhere. Her hair is braided, she also does not use make up. But still, the figure of Maureen is too interesting to be glimpsed.

“Pak, I ordered his siomay twenty-five packs yes,” pinta Maureen after he finished eating.

“Hah, twenty-five packs of neng?” siomay's seller gaped in disbelief.

“Iya, sir. The roof please in split.”

“Read more!” with the spirit of the man wrapped twenty-five packs of siomay. After everything was done, Maureen gave the man some sheets of money.

“This is mostly neng,” protest siomay seller.

"Take the rest." Maureen chose to ignore the siomay seller's voice and bring her ordered food into the car.

“Hopefully add a lot ya neng!” exclaimed the siomay seller once and then kissed the red sheet of money gratefully.

Continuing his journey, Maureen headed for a place she had not been to for a long time. The trip for almost three hours sailed Maureen without ever taking a break though. It enters a cool area, away from pollution and noise.

He lowered his window to breathe fresh air and replaced the oxygen stock in his lungs.

His car turned on a fairly large house with an elongated shape and a simple appearance.

An orphanage that Maureen is currently attending.

“Ibuuukkkk, there's Brother Momo!!!” shouted a girl who recognized Maureen's car.

Maureen gave a small smile hearing the cry of the child. For a long time he had not heard the voice of the little boy about eight years old.

He immediately bruised his car in the courtyard of the parlour and raised his window. Just as he was about to get off, the children were gathered near Maureen's car with a middle-aged woman who came to him.

“Sister Maureeennn!!!” exclaim the little boy. He hugged Maureen, whom he had not seen for a long time.

“Hay, how are you, Elsa?” greet Maureen as she kisses the head of the little boy who hugs her waist tightly.

“Good, good news Elsa. How's Momo?” the boy let go of his embrace and looked up to see Maureen's face.

“Good. Come in!” bring Maureen. He rubbed the heads of several children who approached him and kissed his hands.

“Maureeen.. mother's child,” welcome a middle-aged woman who stretches her hand to welcome Maureen's arrival.

“Mother, how are you?” Maureen hugged the woman tightly.

“Good. You how are you? I think you're a little bit thin, son?” she is Widya's mother, the woman who cared for Maureen since Maureen lived in this parlour.

“Gak kurusan, just add aja high,” kilah Maureen with a small smile.

Widya looked at Maureen carefully, she rubbed the face of her foster children who had grown up.

“Siap, Brother. Later I will eat together with temen-temen.” Elsa did a brief salute.

“Do not scramble yes...” Widya.

“Iyaa mother...” Without waiting for long, Elsa immediately ran towards Maureen's car, inviting several other children to drop off food from Maureen's car.

“Waahh many bangeeett. I have my favorite food too!” exciting Elsa.

“There are the same clothes sandals too. We're going downstairs, yeah!" yell another kid.

“Iyaa, we're down everything. Let the mother who later share.” They talk with fun.

Maureen's return has always brought happiness. Maureen brought food, books, clothes and sandals and even dolls and other toys for the orphanage.

“Where in Jakarta? Is everything all right?” Widya invites Maureen into the house. They sit in the living room that they used to talk in.

“All smoothly Mom, I don't have to worry.” Maureen and Widya sat down opposite each other.

Widya nodded in understanding, she still looked at the face of Maureen who was so missed.

“Mother is sorry because when your husband died, I couldn't go to Jakarta. Many children are sick, including two people who help mothers here.” Widya said regretfully.

“Nothing Mom. After all, there have been many people who have been worshipping."

"But unfortunately, I don't see anyone who looks sad or lost. They came with condolences, after that asked to take pictures with me and a bouquet of flowers and then posted evidence of their visit on social media with condolences and do’a speech that they got from the internet.”

Maureen smiled cynically.

“Unfortunately, I didn't even feel their sincerity. I feel that they should have been there when Anggoro really needed those people nearby not when he was gone.” Maureen spoke as she stared blankly at the open window. The wind that blew made the shutters move back and forth.

“Can't we never force people to care about us?” Widya confronts Maureen with questions. Questions that made Maureen aware of her own expectations.

Widya's hand rubs felt so soft and soothing. The woman could feel what Maureen felt like back then.

“Mother's right. Sometimes, even a guilty person can choose to hide instead of apologizing. Because according to them, their self-esteem is much more expensive than an apology,” Maureen timpal as he looked at Widya who was sitting next to him.

Widya nodded, that was the reality.

“You must be very tired. Go rest. Later in the afternoon I wake up.”

“Hem,” without any affix, Maureen got up from her place and chose to go inside her room.

Closing the door, he looked at the room that had not changed. Worn glass, wood cabinets that have been eaten by termites are also roofs that begin to turn yellow because of the often leaking cliffs.

Maureen sat on the edge of her bed. The mattress is made of cotton, no more soft than the sofa in Anggoro's room. But I think he's more comfortable.

There is one doll that attracts his attention is a cat doll that is already a dozen years old. It used to be the only thing that accompanied Maureen as she grieved. This doll that accompanied Maureen when crying was sobbing because of the loss of both parents in an interval of one week only.

At that moment, his world was shattered, greatly destroyed. It was as if she had no hope until Widya's sincere hand took her from a daycare in a department. If the woman whose picture was placed on the wall of Maureen's room did not come, Maureen could not promise her life would run until this second.

Maureen took the little doll. He laid his body curled up while hugging the doll. He closed his eyes and slowly the clear liquid just dripped. Between the sound of laughter and the cries of the children, Maureen still felt lonely and alone. I don't know until when this kind of feeling inhabits his chest cavity which is often crowded.

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