Why Should I ?
old lady

an old woman, whose age may not be much different from my grandmother's, is now standing at the door . Her tired face could no longer be hidden . However, his pure smile radiated peace .

"Wa'alaikum greetings ..

mammy? if you don't call Nisa, you can be picked up "

I looked at the worried Nisa .Hearing her words, I was also sure that this woman was Nisa's parents .

"Kan Nisa had permission to pick up her meeting to . so mom took the ojek "

The woman came in with some vegetables left over for her sale . He sat next to me and turned to look at me in a friendly manner .

"So, this is to Nadira ?"

"Yes Aunty, I'm the one who wants to host a auntie ..."

I thought my answer was natural, but I wondered why this woman laughed at it. After being satisfied and being able to catch her breath, she stroked my back and looked back at me .

"Mother didn't rent out her room son ...."

huh ? instantly my face was pale .between confused and shocked . I alternately looked at Nisa, who did not outline that guilty face .'what the fuck is this ? so Nisa got me?' my heart screamed, with the rest of the money you left me, I have to .

My mind was in a frenzy, my brain was frozen and I could no longer think with this woman's answer .

"Neither be surprised . Dengerin first explained mother ...."

Nisa's chirps that look at my eyes that are starting to glaze over.

"You can stay here Dir, mother does not ask for payment .you can also eat as you please . But, I ask you to help Nisa take care of her sisters after you go to school ."

Fortunately, I have not yelled at Nisa in front of her mother . Almost, I was wrathful with their drama both .

I glanced back at Nisa who was chuckling . He could be so satisfied, laughing at my anger that it almost exploded .

"Thank you Auntie, O Allah .almost Dira misunderstood, Dira thought aunty did not want Dira to stay here"

"don't call her aunty, call her mother .Suppose, I'm your mom's temporary replacement !"

His whisper was light in front of my ear . I don't know, his words made me feel comfortable .what I looked at, as if flying in his tone . My whole life Mama never said so warmly to me .

"thank you buk "

I reflexively hugged her, the woman that from this moment on I thought of as my mother . Not just temporarily, but as long as I'm allowed to breathe .'God, thank you for the favors I couldn't feel before.'

"Nis, let Dira rest first gih . Let me pick up Karin and Reza ."

"they were the same as Radit ma'am, Nissa was the titipin"

"oh, Radit's gone home ?"

I don't understand who they're talking about .I do know Nisa, but not her family . This girl, she is completely covered with her family story .In fact, if he wants to tell a story, it will not end the beautiful story that he can develop .Turn far with my life .

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keep planning, what do you want to do ?"

Kinanti asked him carefully . whereas, it was still very early and Rama had just finished his morning prayers .

"Yes, Mr. Burhan, nawarin for his follow-up work .ya, just so cool building anyway, but quite rather than idle"

he casually replied without looking at Kinan, he had already guessed that the woman was lion-faced . and that was frightening to him .

He rose up, folding the prayer mats where he complained to the Almighty . Beautiful story about the unrest and the way his life is too complicated .

Many doubters began to greet him, but again he sat with confidence.His heart, his, always instill a sense if the windfall is something that God has determined from before he was born on this earth .

"Good, I haven't been shopping for clothes in a long time either "