The Second Woman's Regret

The Second Woman's Regret
Trouble For Trouble


What should I do next? I'm still messing around, not giving Saka a chance to interrupt at all. Fortunately, the man was very patient. He listened to all my jokes.


"How should I do now?" my question, with frustration. Mr. Saka did not answer, he just listened. If only I didn't remember he was my boss he might have gotten my nagging because upset because in a state of worry like this I also hoped he would give input not just to be a listener. "Mother can you answer me?" I ran out of patience because I was really stuck. Don't know what to do because it's too complicated.


"What do you want Ra?" mr. Saka finally opened his voice.


"I am confused, why my life is like this. has not finished one problem, now a new problem has come. Just been cheated, accused of being a second woman, now my sister says that I am not my mother's son. Then who am I? Am I that bad to have to endure all this? God must be punishing me." I was almost desperate. "It's just that mom was so angry and there was no apology for me, it turned out I was just a foster child."


"Bye,"


"Now for what else is all this. Yesterday - yesterday I stayed for my mother and my sisters, it turned out that they were not my family and did not want to be a part of my life anymore."


"Then fight for yourself. You are precious, Ra."


"Huh? Father don't just talk. Who for? I was not expected by anyone."


"There's Tira."


"Nothing, sir."


"I. I'm the one who expects you."


saka and I were both silent. Then I laughed wide. More like laughing at yourself. So sad was my life story that my boss had to offer himself out of pity for me.


"Alright sir, thank you for comforting me." I said.


"Tira, I'm not amusing you. I really mean it!" he insists.


A very exhausting day. There are too many impossible things that I have to live with. I decided to get out of Saka's car. I don't want to go back to the apartment just yet, there's something I wanted to do before.


"Thank you for the ride and all the support sir.The only luck I have is to be a subordinate of the father. May your day be happy always." I said, as I was about to leave.


"May ... I'm serious!" He repeated his words.


Am I that sad that a Mr. Saka should say that. I see, we're hunting for a big project that doesn't play games. He would need me in his right mind as his assistant to conquer the project. I could only throw a smile at him.


"Yes, thank you very much sir!" I waved my hand. Then chase a taxi that just happened to pass by.


***


Park Road, Angrek alley. I'm down in front of the house alley. Then walk into a simple house that three months ago just finished in the renovation so it looks more beautiful and nice. In this house I grew up, lived my days with struggle until I finally became what I am today. I didn't come here to disturb anyone because I knew myself, if I hadn't been raised, maybe I wouldn't be what I am today.


"Mom" I was about to greet mom, but she dodged.


"What's it for here again? I told you to get out of our family" said the mother.


"Mom, I'm only here for a minute. I need some reassurance, is what Ciya said true if I'm not a mother's biological child?"


The woman was a bit surprised, looked at me for a while and then threw her face away. "What did Ciya say?" ask mother.


"Mother told him that I'm not mom's biological child?"


"Then what do you expect?"


"So right? No, no one wants me to know Mom. That's enough. I'm just curious."


For me, I don't argue that enough is enough. Actually there are still many questions, but I choose to pass. Mother just want to take care of me it feels enough, I already owe him even though at the end I feel unfairly treated.


"I'm leaving, Mom." I said.


"Tira!" call me, before I go far. "Come in first." call mom.


I who was too tired with all this can only follow, go inside. I thought going through that door was like a stranger. I feel no more warmth in this house.


"You know everything. So now please determine the attitude." said the mother. "You are not my daughter, you were not born from my womb. When I gave birth to my first child, she left a few hours after breathing the earth's air. Your brother came to bring you who I finally knew you were the daughter of one of his affairs. I don't know who, I don't know. At first I was hard on you, I was very angry, but your innocent face made me feel sorry. You're not wrong, your parents betrayed me, those who deserve the punishment. Since then you have been my daughter. I love you so much though sometimes there are also feelings of hate that arise but I can always be brushed off. Tira, everything I've told you, there are no more secrets I keep from you. Now it's up to you. I've been breaking off our relationship since you let me down yesterday. You want to behave like anything, I don't care anymore" said mother.


"Have you?" my many.


"Yes." answered mom.


Immediately I prostrated myself at the mother's feet, asking her for forgiveness. Although my mother is not my biological mother, she is no different from her own mother. Mom raised me, even the milk ran through my body. How could I possibly ignore that.


"Until anytime, Tira wants to be a mother's son. Although Tira's body does not flow mother's blood, but mother's milk provides a second life for Tira. I'm sorry Tira, ma'am, it's been a pain for me. Tira knows mom is the best mother and will always be Tira's mother. At this time, Tira will wait patiently until mother reopens the door of this house for Tira. Until that time comes, Tira will always be patient. Tira will wait for Mom, waiting for a second chance to return to motherhood, return to filial piety." I said.


"Go." Mom asked me to leave.


I'm nodding. Although sad to leave mother again, but at least I am relieved, have expressed my heart that I love mother very much and I want to be a mother's child.


I left this house with a quieter heart. I hope that sooner or later she will allow me to be her son again. Whenever the time came, I would never tire of waiting, like a mother who never exhausted her patience to look at my face as a child over the wounds inflicted by my mother.