Unconditional Marriage
Chapter 05

On the eve of her night, Mitha tidied up her college uniform shortly after the taxi car that took her home from the office stopped in front of her house. The push of the taxi door was slow, then pay the taxi according to the argo listed there.

The driver smiled as he shook his head slowly, he was Mitha's subscription every time he went home.

Mitha had already entered the gate of her house, after the taxi drove away. Mitha repeatedly cleaned her clothes, watching every object attached to her body until the typical black shoes of school children.

Several times he said his greetings, to open the door of the living room, the mother in the living room watched the television of the night show, without even paying attention to Mitha who was already nearby.

"Ma, seriously look at the television, see what the hell? Gossip, huh?" mitha said her head was already leaning on the shoulder of the mother, her hands were coiled on the right arm of her mother.

Her mother turned her head, silent for a moment did not respond, Mitha hoped anxiously while swallowing her saliva which was now up and down, she did not want her mother to run amok again and drove her from the house like several times that had been repeated.

"Mitha," said the mother, "weren't you coming home this early? It's six o'clock."

Mitha exhaled her leg, the mama behaved naturally, beginning to settle her mind.

"Mitha there's an exkul, Ma. Soon there was a race, so Mitha's exkul had to train," Mitha replied lying, it seemed like her lying talent had already reached the top like an actress.

"so. You take a shower, Mama has prepared food on the table, eat a lot of it so make it big quickly." The mama slowly ruffled Mitha's long hair, Mitha smiled then nodded and went to do what the mama ordered.

Fifteen minutes passed, Mitha exited her room in a knee-length t-shirt and pants, headed to the dinner table to enjoy her dinner, he did not eat dinner outside just to be able to enjoy his mother's cooking after returning home from work.

While the mother had not moved from the front of the television, watching the afternoon show that Mitha did not know why the mother enjoyed it so much. While eating, Mitha noticed the mother, who was over 50 years old, entering the elderly phase, where the burden of thought should be reduced, but it seemed that it had no effect on her mother.

Eight years ago, his board died in a car accident, police said that the cause of the accident was none other than the father's heart disease relapsed. The mama prolonged stress, to cause strange diseases.

Every time the mother thought that Mitha was her little child who would not grow up, when Mitha came home from the office without her school uniform, the mother would be angry and not recognize her, even expel her.

Several times Mitha forgot, and it kept happening to her. The doctor said it was all because of the trauma caused by the father's stay.

Then Mitha decided to wear a uniform, often lying about herself and her school, just so that the mind of the mother did not get more chaotic, if the thought returned to attack the mother, he said, it got worse and made her look sick.

Mom is just like papa. So thought Mitha.

"How did you feel about Mama?" asked the mother to approach Mitha and sit on her right bench.

"Enak, Ma. New recipe, huh?" mitha said, the mother nodded.

"Yes, Mama just saw it on the internet. Afraid you're bored with your usual cooking" said the mother.

The mother smiled slowly, then relaxed her lips. "Try if your Papa is still there, Mama must have tried new recipes more often."

Mitha choked slowly, then stopped chewing, the thought came back to haunt her. "Mom, it can't be, it's not God's destiny, now there's Mitha."

The mama nodded, then noticed Mitha enjoying her meal, Mitha realized that but the mama did not respond to anything.

"Ma, what if Mitha graduates from school and works?" continued Mitha while asking.

The mother shook her head slowly, "Mama doesn't want you to grow up, Mitha."

"Why? One day Mitha will grow up, Mah." Mitha asked while making sure.

Mitha knew such talk was actually not important, but Mitha just wanted to know how the mother responded after she asked like that.

Mitha wanted to know how sick the mother was, whether her mother really did not want her to become an adult or something else that did not want to happen.

"If you grow up, your age increases, and your burden increases, you will be depressed. Mama doesn't want to see you tired and confused by the situation" said the mother, Mitha took her breath slowly, stopped her eating, and put the spoons on an empty plate.

"If it's true that later Mitha grows up, surely Mitha can pass through it, like Mama and Papa, right," said Mitha reassured the mother, holding her hand while trying to smile.

However, again the mother just smiled while shaking her head, Mitha never knew what was in her mother's mind. Actually the mother is sick, she also does not really understand, other than the doctor said her mother was traumatized and that made it all happen.

“Oh yes, Tama has been here for a few weeks, where is he?” asked the mother then, seeming to want out of the discussion earlier.

“Busy time, Ma. He said he would study again, soon there would be a test, so he had to study in order to get good grades,” replied Mitha. He lied to his mother again.

“Good if that is so. Mitha also had to learn in order to get good grades later.”

Mitha nodded and said goodbye to her mother to go to her room, when she arrived at Mitha's room to lay down her body. Tiredness lingered for a moment as he recalled the myriad work he had done today. Managing finances, auditing and many other things.

Pram kept giving her so many workers as if the employees in the office were just her. Windy who should have accompanied him had even gone home with the excuse of going on a blind date with a man he knew on social media.

Mitha's eyes were almost closed, as her smartphone rang, a pile of messages from Tama with heart-shaped chatter and emoticons. Mitha smiled then sent a sweet-sweet sticker in return.

For more than two weeks they have not met with the reason of being both busy, even so they still often send short messages. Sometimes even contact each other even though it is not as romantic as couples in general.

Although they rarely meet, it does not mean that their relationship is not okay, they do it only at certain times, because if they are both free, they will also often meet.