
Early in the morning there was a visitor to their house, a woman who was still faint in Ghaza's memory.
"Assalamualaik." Ghaza greeted the woman sitting on the porch.
"Greetings waalaikum" The woman with the long green veil of the bottle woke up from her seat. Staring in Ghaza's bead and face.
"Sorry, who are you looking for?" ask Ghaza politely.
The woman immediately approached and without a word immediately hugged Ghaza's burly body, with a very loud cry.
"Hiks ... Hicks ..."
"Ghaza ..."
"Ghaza, it's Mom Son."
Ghaza was in place, his brain still digesting the sentence that had just escaped from the woman's mouth. "Mother? Really true?" where has that woman been all this time.
"No, maybe I'm the wrong person" Ghaza said, the twenty-seven-year-old man forcefully embraced his mother.
"No, son, you can't be my son's fault." It turned out that the woman was Ayudia. Yes, the birth mother of Ghaza, which means she is the in-law of Kayla, a daughter of the man Ayudia hates to this day.
"Stop calling me your son." snapped Ghaza, he already realized that the woman was Ayudia his birth mother. The mother who refused his presence, the mother who always tortured him was also the mother who always scolded him, until finally the woman left her fragile body when she was just seven years old. Ghaza refused the presence of the woman to him he was an orphan.
"I was orphaned when I was seven" said Ghaza coldly.
"Ghaza." said Ayudia.
"I'm sorry, Ghaza's mother." Ayudia was crying.
"What's your apology for changing my dark life" said Ghaza, smiling cynically. His view clearly implied a wound. His fingers were already tightly clenched, he was restraining the emotions within himself.
Kayla who saw her husband talking but with an angry look. Kayla approached and approached her husband.
"Devents."
The spoiled call managed to make Ghaza gasp.
"Kay" the soft, seductive speech was inversely proportional to what Ghaza had just said to his mother. His fist instantly squeezed and within a matter of seconds of asphyxiate completely.
"What's Hm?" gently, even the man rubbed his head wrapped in a black veil.
"Who is this mother Bang?" Kayla tilted her head once to see a photo of the woman but nowhere.
"No idea, Kay may have the wrong address." Ghaza chooses not to tell the truth, though he finds out if his actions are not commendable but Ghaza is an ordinary man who has the feelings and instincts to keep his heart adar unharmed.
Nyes, it feels like Ayudia's heart is torn to hear her own son does not know her as a mother. This is indeed his fault that has long abandoned his son, even he left his son with someone else. But in the depths of his heart he always regretted his actions to Ghaza, and always prayed for kindness for his only child.
"Abang, wasn't the guest asked to come in?" Kayla asked innocently with a smile that showed off her neat clenched teeth.
"No, this mother also wants to go like that." Ghaza was still staring coldly at the mother who did not want Ghaza to acknowledge his existence.
"Who are you looking for?" Kayla said politely. "Maybe I'm helping you." Kayla looked at the mother and remembered who she was, and at once her eyes were puffed up and almost popped out "Mother-in-law."