Young Mothers
Mouth Without Filter

Ciara approached the vegetable maker who turned out to be crowded with buyers. This is the second time Ciara bought his own vegetables usually he will be bought by Olive with the reason that Ciara is not too tired if shopping alone even ingredients for cakes also with pleasure Olive who shop, so that Ciara is not too tired if shopping alone even ingredients for cakes, Ciara just handed over the list of ingredients.

With a friendly smile Ciara approached the mothers there.

"Good morning," said Ciara. The mothers look at Ciara with different eyes.

"Good morning too" said some of the mothers.

"It's the Indonesians, isn't it?" ask one of the mothers while approaching Ciara.

Ciara clumsily nodded her head, "Call me Ciara."

"Wah happened to be here the complex of mothers from Indonesia who happened to be able to mate here. You have to be Malaysian too."

Ciara bit her lower lip. Ciara did not answer yet, the words of the other mothers swept over each other.

"The mother who opened the cake shop was the same flower, right?" Again Ciara nodded her head.

"The mother is not tired of being pregnant having to work? And I look around the store mbak is also crowded. Poor baby mbak. Continue to see where my husband had been all this time I noticed the house mbak only there mbak only and mbak Olive who always visited mbak," said the too kepo, call it Miss Ima. It is very clear Indonesian blood is not. Gossiping here and there and also a sense of kepeloan that has been attached to DNA.

"Emmmm anu that.." Ciara had not finished answering the words of Ms Ima, Ms. Minah first chimed in.

"I heard she didn't have a husband. And the child he is carrying at this time may be an illegitimate child, not clear origin," said Bu Minah. Ciara fell silent and lowered her head.

"really?" ask Ms. Ima.

"It is true that if there is a husband, it is not possible for a wife who is pregnant to work."

"Wah whereas Mbak Ciara when seen by her man kalem yes but do not know her even pregnant out of wedlock," said Ms Ima with a look of disgust to Ciara.

"Ck now don't trust people because of a calm face. Which is dangerous." The mothers there nodded their heads in agreement with the words of Bu Minah.

"Children today are very free. If I believe that there is even tarnishing the name of his parents. I don't know how embarrassed." Such is the hate speech that Ciara received when they all did not know what really happened and for a moment speculated that he was the wrong person. Although in fact the child he conceived is the result of a relationship without the status of a legitimate partner but it is not true that other people must say their children with the name illegitimate children and so forth. Please, it is haram and wrong that Ciara and Devano are not the baby that Ciara now contains. The baby does not know about the origin of himself can be a fetus and grow to develop until now.

Ciara is no longer strong with the insults and mockery of the mothers there. The face he had put down on was now lifted up again. Ciara looked at the mothers with emotion and also a sharp look.

"Why do you judge me like this? Do you deserve that? And I affirm to the mothers everything that is here. The child I bear now is not an illegitimate child like you said earlier. You all do not know the story of my life so never comment on me as you please. Excuse me and thank you" said Ciara and rushed to leave the mothers who still sneered at her.

With a big step Ciara towards his house with tears that have been spilled without permission first. Pain does hear the words of these mothers but what should he do? if they shut their mouths all he only had two hands and better he cared for his hearing for the speech that made him fall back.

"Son Ciara!" Call someone who hastily approached Ciara. Ciara stopped her steps and looked at the person who had called out to her.

Ciara frowned when she saw one of the mothers she had met at the vegetable maker earlier and the mother who was just silent and stroked Ciara's shoulder when she was given blasphemy.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help shutting them all up." Ciara nodded her head.

"Thank you for the strength you gave me" said Ciara.

"Call aunt Firda aja. Call Mama too. Looks like you're still the same age as my son."

"Yok Aunt Anterin you're home. Afraid that you'll walk alone for nothing." Without a rebuttal from Ciara, Aunt Firda held Ciara's hand until finally they both arrived at Ciara's rented house.

"Near!" shouted Olive who turned out to be waiting for Ciara earlier.

Ciara smiled but when Olive was in front of him, Ciara immediately fell into the arms of her best friend. Olive who was suddenly hugged was confused and when she heard the sobbing from Ciara made herself panic.

"Hey what's up?" ask Olive while stroking Ciara's back. But instead of answering Ciara even more sobbing. Olive sighed before finally Olive's pretty eyes looked at Aunt Firda. Aunt Firda who understood the eyes of Olive also finally told her all the events that had happened.

Olive growled in annoyance. He did not accept if the friend who he had considered as his own sister had to be ugly by others like that.

"Mom's mouths don't have any filter at all. Find a storm just like me. I want to tear their mouths. Watch out later I will mark just wait for the play date. Huh," said Olive stirring.

Ciara who saw the reaction of her best friend also smiled a little. In his heart he continued to express gratitude for being reunited with Olive who was always there if he needed help and also the person who had been protecting him for several months.

"Udah Liv. I'm not papa. I don't care anymore about what they say, even though it hurts. But yes, let's just say that the wind only stopped by for a moment and then disappeared. Just close your ears for now and one more thing, I really love this baby I carry until anytime," said Ciara while stroking her stomach.

"Jeez Cia. Your heart is made of what the hell can be good gini." Ciara smiled.

"I'm far from being a good Liv. After all, the mothers were kayaknya khilaf. Understand it," said Ciara.

Olive hugged Ciara's body from the side.

"No, don't be sad anymore. There is still me and Aunt Firda who will continue beside you. It's tan." Aunt Firda who had only noticed the two of them was now smiling and nodding her head.

"What Olive said is true Cia. You do not feel sad anymore, pity baby in your stomach will be sad too pity. And if there's anything don't hesitate to ask for help to Auntie and Olive."

"Yes Aunt. Once again thank you tan," said Ciara with a smile.

"Yes, then Auntie said she went home first. Assalamualaikum," said Aunt Firda.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Ciara and Olive simultaneously.

Olive turned her eyes back towards Ciara.

"You haven't had breakfast, have you?" Ciara shook her head.

"Yes, you wait inside first. I bought breakfast for both of us and vegetables. The ingredients for the cake are still, right?"

"Still," said Ciara briefly.

"Yes, if I stay first. Don't go anywhere!" Olive said before moving away from Ciara's rented house.

After the departure of Aunt Firda and Olive, Ciara went straight into the house with a heart that still hurts if the words of the mothers suddenly crossed back in her brain. Ciara sat her body on one of the couches in the living room while stroking her stomach.

"Sorry dear Mama. Because of the mistakes you made first you also have to accept abuse from people. Sorry Mama yes. But rest assured baby, Mama loves you very much and Mama has been looking forward to meeting you in person. You're the greatest gift you've ever received as long as you live in the world. And because you too Mama became the woman she is today. Thank you, Mama, for learning so many things. Healthy in the boy. I Love You," said Ciara while smiling when the baby in the stomach moves actively.