The Pride of an Ex
episode 7's

"Huhoo... Seila," I hugged my daughter's tiny body very tightly.

This heart seemed to stop beating when the motorcycle was speeding up presenting a wind that swept across my face.

The shadow of losing my daughter just way is already plastered clear.

However, God willed another to make the creepy shadow disappear alternating with matchless gratitude.

"You know, if the same son of his hand is not released. Good thing I could pull him, otherwise? dead child!" said mbak Lis who was helping Seila.

The woman who knew the most bengal in the factory said annoyed me.

How not, he had to fall backward while hugging Seila's body to avoid the motorcycle.

I didn't answer anything. Still sitting on the ground while continuing to hug my daughter kissed her head repeatedly.

"Thank you for helping my grandchild" Mama said.

The crowd looked at this self who was crying hard still reluctant to let go of my daughter's tiny body.

Seila was silent. He didn't want to escape at all.

What happened just now, might have shaken his soul. Seila was frightened and shocked because people were screaming and her body was pulled tight.

A few moments later, crying in front of the factory, Mama told me to get up and take Seila to the car. I followed and held my little daughter.

But not with Mama. The beautiful woman who had given birth to me was still in front of the factory while conversing with mbak Lis.

Until I can see from here, Mama gave some money to mbak Lis.

"Mama, Ceila's thirsty".

"Oh, Ceila want a drink? it's Nak. Drink Dear." I took a bottle of mineral water, opened the lid and gave it to Seila.

When these eyes returned to look there, it turned out that Mama was no longer there. There was only mbak Lis who was chatting while holding a hundred thousand dollars in her hand.

"Where's Seila?"

"Still in shock, Mah. Sorry Mama yes Darling," I said for the next time.

"Yes, now we just go, right? Huh, it's like your heart's about to pop, Al".

Not to mention Mama, I was very surprised too. It was like a dream of seeing a stressful event in plain sight.

Not ready if I have to lose Seila.

Let alone to lose, seeing him hurt I suffered so much.

"Well, Mama just gave money to Lis?"

"Yes Al, just for a thank you. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't know what Seila's fate would be like".

"much? it looks like Lis was very seneng earlier," I said again.

Um.. There are times, yes a million. Not counting Mama. Just take it from the bag and directly nyamperin you and Seila".

I'm muttered. Later I will think about what answer I should give if tomorrow mbak Lis asked about Mama. It would be absurd if a poor Alira woman had a rich mother.

Yes, it is in fact like that. But it is not time to admit the truth. There are still a few days for me to be a factory worker there.

"Okay, Al. Mom's hand was shaking. We pull over first huh?", said Mama makes me worried.

"Mama's sick?"

"No, Al. Just a little shaky. Maybe because of the shock of recalling Seila's incident earlier".

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