Why Should I ?
Mom's Arrival

Nadira POV

tut tut tut tut tut

"hahhhhh!!!! mama where to!!!"

this time, I was really upset with my mom . A mother whom I cannot make a role model. His attitude was very bad, and always made me sick . Durhaka ? as if that's what he wants from me .

"Patience Dir . maybe the battery runs out"

Anissa who doesn't know anything speaks up . He actually just wanted to cheer me up to be calmer, but to me it was as if giving me bait to get angry .

Scroll him with a deathly gaze, making him shudder and look down to refocus with the book in front of him .

I threw my body into the bed . I wanted to scream to vent my emotions, but I was ashamed that my neighbor approached me just because I couldn't control my voice .

Today, my world seems to be breaking , mama is getting over the line . Her behavior is more than ABG, I'm sure this time mama went with her dark boyfriend who I saw at home .

The clock continues to spin, the day is getting late . until my battery is left 10% never visit also your number can be contacted .

"would you learn Dir ?"

"yes ma'am . bentar "

Mother's very soft voice evoked my bad daydream . I looked at the woman whose skin was getting wrinkled, shady once . I was really very comfortable making this kind of eye contact with her, as if the problem was flying through the night breeze .

Drrttt drrttt

My eyes switched quickly, catching the name that was plastered on my phone screen . clearly stated the name of someone who from morning I had been waiting for .

"Sister, mama's in front of this ."

tutttt ....

"so mama ?"

"Mama ?"

Just this time , I can get through the seconds warmly with mom . All of a sudden, my body was interested in hugging him for a long time, even very tightly . So did mom and Allena . My tears were unstoppable, flowing profusely . 'did I really miss him so much?' farewell this time, teach me the meaning of her presence, my mama .

"Where's father ma ? Why don't you and Kevin ?"

In the middle of the chat mama with mom, I took the time to ask about dad .just flashed about his crying this morning, the tone full of disappointment . In fact, a conscience that he had never expressed .

"Your father did not come . Kevin's at Dir's school"

"keep going, why did Dad say that mom didn't have permission to go ?"

"mmm ....Mama's permission, I just don't understand maybe .."

"mama's phone is also not active from the morning "

"Here sis, mama already far lo from Surabaya to meet brother here . Once, make mama mama mama maulet . No need to find a reason to fight mama"

Strange, really weird this mama . His face of gloom dare not look me in the eyes long . His tongue seemed to sprain looking for the right reason . He also directly talked about other things with my mother, when I was about to open my mouth again .

"Just a moment ma, buk . Dira pray first "

"yes nak . mbak want to pray too ? there are still mukena if you want to worship with Dira "

I offered time for my mom . Maybe, the goal for me could be closer to mama . But stupidly, I had never seen even the feeling of congregational prayer with him .of course, he said if it was an obstacle .As if to subtly reject me .

In my prostration on the last roka'at, somehow I was made to cry . tears that I do not know the cause of it have been rushing to flood the cheeks even black mucus that I wear .

"Prophey, Dir, I believe there is something big that God has prepared for you and your family "

I did not realize, since when Anisa was behind me . suddenly her body was warm hugging me, as if knowing what I was feeling .