YOUNG WIFE POLICE SIR
SICK MEETING
Citra's smile was visible, sitting silently staring at Shin who was cooking while singing a little. In Citra's hand there is still an infusion attached, seen once if he is very helpless.
"Shin, can be removed not infusion? Mama help Shin cook." Citra's smile was visible, hoping Shin would allow her to feel her name cook.
Shin's head nodded, releasing the infusion letting Mama Citra help him cook.
Shin's joking voice and laughter rang out, there was no calmness at all in the kitchen. Shin who could not stand still just rambled on a lot of things until Citra did not have time to think.
"How does it feel?"
"Wow this is so delicious, Mama Citra turned out to be smart to cook." Shin gave her two thumbs.
"You're good at praising, but without you it wouldn't be as good as this,"
"Ma, don't imagine Shin being Tika because Atika can't cook, if you want to see the fire kitchen please just tell Tika to cook, she looks like Mami Aliya can't cook." Shin laughed remembering a friend who had a hobby of eating.
Unbeknownst to Citra Shin put Citra's cooking into a container and stored it in the refrigerator for Juna, half of which was brought home for Tika. Both must taste the cuisine of the mother, likely to be the last to be felt.
After all the dishes were ready, then Shin ate greedily with Citra who forced herself to eat even though she could not feel the pleasure of food.
"Mama doesn't know what Shin feels like? my mom wants to taste your cooking." Tears Citra dripped, feeling sad because the flavor had also disappeared.
"Look at Shin, it tastes sweet, salty, bitter, and tasteless." Shin also did not feel anything because it deliberately did not give a taste.
Shin's eyes looked at the clock, the car he had asked between was already parked in front of the apartment. Shin helped Citra wear polite clothes for the pilgrimage to Mora's tomb.
"The same Izin Juna is not Shin?"
"Don't Ma, he couldn't possibly allow it. Just trust Shin, too,"
The car drove away, Citra stared at the crowded streets and was hit by traffic jams. Shin was also suddenly silent, not saying a word.
Imagra took a picture of her three young children, Juna's happy smile hugged her sister Tika, while Tika held her newborn little sister.
Tears trickled, the cry of Citra was heard hugging a piece of photo that only became a memory.
"Don't cry, we'll be there soon." Shin picked up his phone sending a message to the people who were supposed to be looking into the heart of Citra in need of a hug.
The sound of Shin's car horn presses, his bad habit of being impatient. Breaking through a jammed street asking for a car to get out of the way to give it a way.
Some police stopped Shin, Shin's sharp eyes asking the police to get rid of the car because he had to hurry.
"You don't see the length of it jammed, in front there's an accident." The police hit Shin's car.
"Is that my fault? do your job fast, I don't have time either." Shin shouted in front of the police.
"Are you busy?"
"I'm no longer heading to the hospital, but straight to the funeral! do you want to be responsible?"
Shin's sigh rang out, too much drama. Had he been with Tika long ago could have passed the jam without having to go through the debate is not important.
Shin's smile could finally arrive at the funeral, Shin's uneasy feeling at Citra's increasingly pale face.
"Amora baby, Mama's coming son." The cry of Citra was heard, walking limped using a stick towards the small meal that was always guarded by Tika and Juna.
Shin did not come down to the tomb, just looking from the front of the car. The distance was also so close that Shin could hear the cries of a Mother who had missed her daughter for decades.
Had Amora been alive, she would have grown into a beautiful woman and entered adulthood and would have felt the name of college.
Citra's hand touched her daughter's grave she never visited, and Mora probably wouldn't recognize her evil mother as she did.
"Mora, I'm sorry, Mom, son. You become a victim of Mama's crimes, Mora's life is very short and choose to go with Papa. I'm sorry Mama Mora." Close embrace of the image to the grave of his daughter.
Some cars came, Juna got out of the car to see Shin sitting him over the car. Tika's car also arrived with Genta, followed by Altha and Aliya's car.
They get a message from Shin if there is an urgent at Mora's funeral, and when the image arrives there is a crying.
"Is this Shin? you're wasting your time." Tika wants to get back to her car.
Tika's wrist was held by Genta, asking him to listen to Citra meksipun for only a moment. He also had the right to get a chance from his son.
"Darling, you're happy there. Mama is passing sentence for making Mama. While in prison, Mama missed you so much, Kak Juna and Tika." The image smiles while crying.
Every day for years, Citra thought about her children, counting every moment of Tika and Juna's growth. When Tika enters elementary school, Citra imagines how cute her daughter is, seeing Juna graduate school and become a grown man.
A thousand words of apology would not be able to eliminate the guilt let alone reduce the pain that Tika and Juna felt. Citra understands why Tika hates her so much, and she does not deserve to be sorry let alone the opportunity to hug the children who she misses so much.
Until death, Citra only hopes Tika to become an extraordinary woman, and must forget her. Likewise with Juna, he had to release the burden to endure the pain when he saw the existence of Citra.
"I'm sorry Mama Mora, I'm sorry Mama Tika, Arjuna. Had you not been born from your mother's womb, there would have been no great trauma you would have felt for decades, and Mora would have had a long life." Citra's lips trembled, rubbing the name of her long-abandoned son.
"Did you regret giving birth to us?" Tika wiped her tears already wet her cheeks.
Citra looked at Tika who was on the side of the road, trying to stand up to approach her. Body Citra sat back, legs were no longer able to step, let alone approach Tika, stand alone unable.
Only the tears of the image were dripping down, having no answer. She wanted to run to hug her daughter, but her legs were helpless again.
"Why sit there? unable to come here, why not ask us who came?" Tika's shout was huge along with her tears.
Not only sorry that Tika wanted, it should have been from the beginning Citra was looking for her. Even though Tika was a child she knew her Mama, and always wondered why her Mama left?
"One time, just ask us to come. Not once, not even Mami Aliya who always offered to visit us. Salah Tika thinks if you forget us? that's bad Mama! Tika also misses, Tika wants to meet, but Mama never asks Tika to come, even if not." Tika's cry sobbed, hugging her sister Juna also shed tears as Juna and Tika had to accept the fact of meeting her Mama in the most miserable state.
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