
Morning together, all are ready to do their own activities. Raina is ready to go to work.
But somehow he seemed confused looking for something. While Aldo and Raka had already left first.
"What's wrong with you, Rai? From earlier I saw you pacing around not clear that!" ask Ms. Riska to notice Raina's confusion.
"Mom, did Raka go to school with Raina's motorcycle?" Instead of answering, Raina asked her mother.
"Where the hell, didn't your bike stay restored yesterday? You are, with mom in the car yesterday" said Ms. Riska.
"Geez, Raina forgot, Mom." said Raina as she patted her forehead.
"Not old, either. It is also impossible for your brother to carry your bike, while the key is the same as you." Point Riska's mother towards the key in Raina's hand.
Raina smiled shyly while scratching her non-itchy head.
"Come on, go with mom!" take Miss Riska.
And now they were in a car driven by Ms. Riska.
The car drove, a lot of vehicles passed. The road starts to seem jammed because this is the time everyone does their activities.
"Mother is proficient as well huh, drive her car. You've been carrying your own car for a long time?" asked Raina who admired her mother's skills.
"Just two years ago, I brought my own car, before, yes, my mother was always with your stepfather wherever she went, she was always invited by her." said Ms. Riska.
"Mothers are very different now, more like socialite mothers on television and on social media" Raina said, noting her style and style.
"Hehehe, mother was also awkward at first to dress up like this, but how else? Mom always accompanied your stepfather to meet his coworkers, mother must maintain the appearance of mother so that she does not feel ashamed of her friends. And finally, I got used to it, like this." explained Ms. Riska.
There was a sense of intimacy between the mother and the child. Raina had started to freely tell stories without feeling awkward again with her mother.
"Mom, why would you want to be his second wife and only marry Siri?" ask Raina, who suddenly made Miss Riska tell her about her life before it became what it is now.
*****
A few years ago
A woman walks alone in the rain, carrying a tote bag containing several sheets of her clothes. It was the only thing he could bring after coming out of the house that gave him a million memories in it.
He was walking in an uncertain direction, there was a hint of regret in his heart. How could she leave her three children? Yes, his heart was already filled with a million ambitions, wanting to get out of poverty looking for luck out there which he himself never knew on which path he would be on. All I think about is wealth.
His eyes and heart had been blinded by someone he thought would change his fate. Until with heart he left a husband who was very patient in dealing with his attitude.
His footsteps stopped at a magnificent house.
"Yes, this is his house." He looked back at the address on the paper he was holding.
He looked around the house that looked quiet. He dared to knock on the door of the house in front of him.
Tock.... Tock.... Geck...
No one answered and opened the door for him. Until he repeated a few beats.
Jegrek, the door opened looking an older woman above him opened the door.
"I'm sorry, who's with and what's needed, huh?" ask the woman.
"I'm Riska, is this Desi's mother's house?" Back to asking the old lady in front.
"Yes, right."
"Is his Desi mother home? I want to meet her." asked Riska again.
"Please enter first, I briefly call you mother" said the old woman who is a maid in the house.
Riska entered the mansion. Paying attention to the whole room, sitting in a very comfortable sofa, which he felt for a whole new age.
"Well, really live good now Desi." He was amazed to see luxury items displayed in every corner of the room.
Desi was Riska's friend when she was in school. The lives of both are not much different, both come from families that are not able to. Until Desi worked for someone who changed her life to what it is now. Actually before Riska married, Desi had invited her to work with him, but he refused because he knew what work his friend was doing. Until he chose to marry a man of his choice who apparently could not provide the beauty that he dreamed of.
Seriate