A ROSE FOR MOM

A ROSE FOR MOM 03

Angga let go of his grandmother's grip and ran towards the corner of the room, where a woman sat facing a laptop.

"Momuu..." 

Ms. Nastiti stared at the woman where Angga ran up to her, then whispered softly.

"Arum ?"

The woman was shocked when Angga bumped into her lap while calling her mother. A sudden sense of excitement caught up with his feelings. He lifted the body of Angga and placed it on his lap.

"Mother..."

The woman nodded slowly.

"Why didn't you come home?"

The incident made some of the teachers in the room look at them in wonder.

Miss Nastiti approached the woman.

"You Arum?"

The woman smiled amiably and shook her head.

"Not mother, I am Ratih" he replied while still holding Angga.

Miss Nastiti looked at the pretty face in front of her. This is a testament to the greatness of God Almighty. There are people so similar. Does Arum have a twin brother? Seems not. In the past when applying, Arum's parents only had a girl, like Nastiti's own mother who only had a son. Ms. Nastiti continued to observe the face and found the difference between Arum and this woman named Ratih. There's a little mole over the left lip. But the appearance on the makeup is almost the same.

"It's very similar," murmured bu Nastiti.

"Why didn't you come home?" ask Angga suddenly.

Miss Nastiti blinked her eyes at Ratih.  He asked Ratih not to deny being called mother.

"Mother... is working baby.so can't go home."

"But you look for Mom every day."

"Female, because mom works here, so can't go home. Now come down, she says she wants to go to school," said Ms. Nastiti gently.

Angga slumped down, letting his grandmother hold his hand to enroll him in school.

"Wait to go home, will you?" said Angga while looking at Ratih.

Ratih nodded, still covered in question marks. He recalled a few days ago, when a man chased after him, and called him Arum. He remembered the man. Dashing and handsome, with a thin mustache on his lips. Ahaa...why is it that only now Ratih realized that the man was so handsome and charming?

When Angga had mingled with the other children, Nastiti approached Ratih.

"Sorry son, Angga misses his mother a lot."

"Where was Angga's mother?"

"Go and have not been back in a month."

"Why Ma'am?"

"Ah, ordinary, the difference in the household. Poor Angga and her husband."

Then the face of the confused man who desperately called him Arum was reflected again. But then Ratih felt annoyed at himself.  Used to be angry, how now do you do it again?But really, the man was very handsome and handsome. Ouchay..

 "Son, will you come home with us?" said Miss Nastiti disperse the daydreams of Ratih.

"Come home?" Train surprised.

"A moment, go to Angga's house, so he feels his mother is there. After that, my son can go."

Pat looked to think. He felt sorry for Angga, who suddenly hit him. How would she react if she said she wasn't her mother? It will be disappointed.

"All right, ma'am, just for a second."

When Ratih came out of the room and met the small children who were playing on the swing, Angga shouted to his friend.

"That's my mom..."

And the playmates looked at the teacher's mother, Ratih, who was smiling at them.

"Mother..I want to take a swing.. Same mom?" yelled Angga happily.

Ratih did not let the heart disappoint Angga. The little boy with slightly curly hair, sharp eyes with thin lips, with slightly puffed cheeks was very adorable. But Angga's eyes reminded him of the man's face. Ratih sighed.

"Let's go, ma'am" Ratih woke up from the daydream when Angga pulled his hand. Ratih followed him, raising Angga on the swing, and he swung it slowly from behind. 

Bu Nastiti was moved to see Angga looking happy. A speck of tears dripped, which he then rubbed with a handkerchief he carried.

***

Once school is over, Nastiti invites Ratih to Aryo's house, in a taxi. Angga glee is not a reed. Along the way his head rested on Ratih's arm while holding Ratih's hand tightly. How excited to see all this. What if he finds out that I'm not his mother? Think Ratih. Not until my heart tells me the truth.

"Mother, when I get home, Angga wants to eat chicken soup."

"Oh. huh? Mm.. I forgot, is there a chicken in the house?" he said as he glanced at Nastiti maam sitting next to him.

"Let's just say, we stopped by the supermarket for a while to buy the ingredients, how about?" said Ms. Nastiti.

Ratih. Not until the heart feels disappointing Angga. There was a strange feeling when all of a sudden she had to be a mother.

Ms. Nastitipun asked taxi drivers to stop by for shopping at a supermarket.

Angga prancing prancing when passing through a toy booth. 

"I want that car, Mom."

"People, we just shop first, so that mothers can immediately cook, later we buy toys, yes. Don't you have a lot of cars?" said Miss Nastiti.

"They want the great Eqyang."

"Yes, I'll say yes, next time buy a big car."

"We bought mom, too?"

Wadhw. The two could not answer him, neither Nastiti nor Ratih. If they say 'yes', one day he will be asked to have his father and Ratih drive him to the toy store.

"Oh, there's apparently a lot of vegetables. Come on. come on. shop first. What kind of chicken soup is it?" tanya Miss Nastiti switched the conversation.

"Sama, krupuk. sama. Yes Ma?"

Train smiled and nodded. They only shop for cooking needs requested Angga, then immediately go home.

Get into the kitchen with a clumsy feeling. Where's the pan, where's the pot.adduh. Fortunately, Nastiti helped him.

Angga waited in the room while playing around. When the smell of the soup was smelled by his nose, he shouted.

"Mother.I want to eat."

"Sabar Angga, the new mother fried chicken. It's a little long, so you don't bother him" said Ms. Nastiti.

Train to finish the cooking event happily. How not, a little boy who thought of her as a mother asked her to cook for him. Something he rarely does, even though he can. In her rented place, she rarely cooks. Unless he was very eager to cook, the rest he bought vegetables in front of the boarding house, and ate potluck with his father. Ah yes, he had to tell his father that he came home late. 

Ratih took his cell phone, and told his father that because of some business he would come home late.

"Mom called dad ?" ask Angga suddenly.

Train confusion to answer. But he nodded slowly.

"Agga actually wanted to say that you have to go home soon, because there is a mother at home." he said while staring at Ratih .

Ratih was unable to answer. 

"Come on, get some food, here, I'll get the rice."

"Mom, I want to be bribed."

"Taste mom so good" she said, scooping her food.

I stared at him with a blue feeling. That little boy, losing his mother's affection, how sad.

"Son Ratih, let's just eat. It's time for lunch" Nastiti asked.

"No, mom, not good."

"Why so son, come on, this is Nak Ratih himself who cooks, mother wants to taste it, but Nak Ratih must accompany."

Irrespective Ratih obey what Nastiti bu requests. They eat together, like a family.. 

Train to clean all the leftovers and wash them, after covering the rest of the cooking with a serving hood. 

"Had son, don't wash it yourself, let me just."

"It's okay, ma'am, just a little."

"Moeuu..." Angga shouted again from inside his room.

Ratih who had finished cleaning the kitchen immediately approached him.

"What's Angga?"

"Look Mom, these are the new Angga cars, you haven't seen them yet, have you?"

"Hm, that's great Angga."

"People want to change clothes first Mother, had forgotten not to change clothes," said Angga while tugging at his own clothes. Maybe feel angry.

"Oh yeah, let's go. Where's the dress?" oh Ratih how, time does not know where the clothes of his son. And once again there is Nastiti's mom who always follows her.

"This is the Angga's closet."

Then Nastiti opened it.

"Geez, why is Angga's shirt such a mess?" said Ms. Nastiti after opening her almaria.

Ratih shook his head. Poor, a man, living alone, taking care of a small child.

"So soon, I'll take care of your clothes, okay?" said Ratih while taking out all the clothes and pants, then arranging them neatly.

"Well, now which one does Angga want?"

"Yang... blue, Micky Mouse's picture !!

Patiently, Ratih served him.

"Ma'af yes Nak Ratih," Nastiti whispered in Ratih's ear.

"Nothing, ma'am, I started to like serving Angga," replied Ratih while taking off Angga's clothes, then invited to the bathroom to wash his feet and hands. It should have been so until the house he did. After that Ratih was nervous when he suddenly had to be a mother who was required to cook for his son.

While Ratih accompanies Angga to play, Nastiti's mom cleans all the dusty dirty furniture. It is sad when a man with one child has to take care of his home and child at once. Miss Nastiti also cleaned Aryo's room, which folded the blankets.

And that day Aryo's house has been transformed into a completely clean house.

It's almost afternoon. After Nastiti ma'am accompanied lunch with Ratih, then invited Angga back to his house.

"Room, come back to the house."

"People just want to be here with mom."

"But I have to work Angga, can't linger here."

"A little while later," then Angga seemed to yawn.

"Haa, Angga forgot to take a nap because he was busy playing with his mother" said Nastiti.

"People just sleep here." 

And Angga also dropped his body on his mattress that was neat because the sheets and pillowcases had been replaced all by Ratih. 

I don't know why Ratih is so happy to do it. 

"Mom, Angga wants to be cheered on by me."

Ratih smiled, then lay on the side of Angga. His eyes looked around the room. There is a small cupboard, and on it is a photo of a couple with a small child. Reach got up and approached the photo. Right, here comes the manly man who chased him and thought he was his wife. Next to her was a woman, ahaa. is that me? Think Ratih. He looked up at the photo. It was as if he was standing beside the handsome man, and the little boy must have been Angga. Ratih's heart was pounding, if it really was him who was beside him...

"Mother..s sleep here."

The whine of Angga resuscitated him from the wishful thinking that soared into the fifteenth level of the sky.

Ratih lay down beside Angga, and patted his thigh gently. His eyes never slipped from the photo. Like a dream he realized that there was a woman whose face was very similar to his. Dejected by Aryo's recklessness when he took it by the name of Arum, gone already. He could understand, surely many people would be mistaken. Why did this happen?

When Angga fell asleep, Ratih came out of the room, he walked forward, he saw all the furniture was clean. He saw an empty glass on the table in the middle room, but it was no more. It must have been Nastiti ma'am who did it.Suddenly in the corner of the room he saw a fairly large framed portrait.  That's the handsome guy with himself, uh openings.that's his wife, his erratum over the thoughts that stir his heart. 

Ratih stared at the photo unblinkingly, and somehow his heart was pounding.

The handsome guy was like returning his gaze, smiling sweetly and shaking his heart.

"Sir Ratih, it's Aryo and Arum his wife, Nak Ratih like they're looking at Nak Ratih's own face right?"

Train turned his body, he saw that Nastiti was watching him.

"Yes ma'am, I can do it, yes" said Ratih with a smile.

"Was anyone asleep?"

"Mom, I'd like to leave."

"I apologize profusely, son, this is a very troublesome request isn't it? But I feel sorry for Angga," said Ms. Nastiti while holding back tears.

Ratih.

"Mother don't hesitate, I'm happy to do it. Really, Angga is a sweet boy. He'll be my favorite student."

"What will I say when he wakes up?"

"Let's just say that his mother is at work, so Mom."

"Alright, but if at any time Angga is fussy again, is Nak Ratih still willing to serve him?"

"I'm happy to do it Mom, it's okay, hopefully later if Angga wakes up it won't be fussy looking for me." 

"Hopefully his father will be home soon. "

"I took my bag behind the mom."

"Mom get a cab first, son."

"It will be easy ma'am, while walking," said Ratih as he stepped back.

But Ratih forgot where he put his bag. In the kitchen perhaps, and Ratih stepped into the kitchen.

But suddenly someone hugged her from behind. 

"You're finally home, Arum,"

Trembling Ratih.

***

tomorrow again yes