Alena [My girlfriend was taken by my mother]

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My answer a few days ago did make Om Hermansyah smile satisfied, but different from the man who is now sitting next to me. With a flat facial expression, he continued to bribe bit by bit the rice from his plate. Not a single word came out. I could only sigh at his behavior.

"I'm done," he said. I saw that the plate was empty, and mine was half.

"Ah, I haven't" I replied.

"spend!" he said slowly while removing the phone from his pants pocket.

He scrolls page by page on his mobile screen. I don't know what he's opening. It looks like a document, because it's all written.

"What majors do you want?" ask Mama Dwi suddenly.

"Eh? Ju-majors?" my question does not understand.

"Yes, he said he was going to college. What majors do you want to take?" her tan was flat without looking at me.

"Engg .. don't know yet," I replied confusedly. I don't know what major I can take.

"Hhhhh ...." Mas Dwi sighed. "Yes, think about it later" he then hung up his phone and looked the other way. Seeing her like this, my appetite was gone.

"Let's go back to the room, lunchtime is running out!" take me.

"Your food?"

"I am full" I said, then I got up from the chair leaving half the food left. We also went back to the office.

I put my back on the back of the chair. Closing his eyes for a moment while breathing a long breath. True, I was too reckless to agree to go to college. I myself do not know what to major in. Moreover, the end of next month is exactly a quarter of a century, twenty-five years.

"What the hell is that? The power again has a very severe problem," said Atika who immediately surprised me. I opened my eyes and sat up straight.

"Please, don't worry!" i'm upset.

"Who? I was talking about it slowly."

"Hhhhh ...." I took a deep breath for the umpteenth time.

"What's up, anyway? Here story! It was heavy" he said, then pulled one of the chairs and sat down next to me.

"Here!" ask him to sit closer. He shifted his chair and I whispered.

"I was given the condition of Mr. Dwi's parents to continue college" I whispered right in front of Atika's ear.

"Wow ... has a family meeting turned out," said Atika with a fairly loud volume.

"Sstttt don't be strong! Later someone will be eavesdropping," I said while looking back. It looks like Tasya is still busy with his computer.

"Ah, sorry. So, you've met her parents?" ask her in a slower voice.

"Yes," I replied while nodding. "But the problem is I have to go to college again."

"Withdrawing after college or what matters is that you go to college after marriage?"

"That I don't know yet, he really had to graduate from college S1 was just allowed to get married."

"Wow .. four years is not a moment. How rich is the effect of subtly rejection, anyway?" Atika.

"Don't take me!"

"Ehh, I'm sorry I'm not nakutin. Nebak. It's possible that your future in-laws would want to test the loyalty of the two of you. Try to make sure first what the deal is!"

"Hahhh .. do not want to make sure, now Mr. Dwi is still angry with me," I replied lethargic.

"angry? Why?"

"For I accepted the terms without Mr. Dwi's consent."

"Smart you are Alena," said Atika sarcas.

"I know, sorry. I thought that if I didn't accept the terms, my relationship with Mr. Dwi would have to end."

"I understand but you shouldn't make a unilateral decision."

"Yes, I realize I was wrong."

"Don't dizzy yourself! Talk about everything immediately with Mr. Dwi! Don't fight for too long!" atika Saran.

"Yes, thank you, Tik."

"So, what is your burden now? College fees? His majors? Or the other one?"

"Everyone" I replied in despair.

"Hey! Don't be like that! You can get through it all."

"Tuition fees are obviously expensive. I have to find a campus that costs cheap, then I adjust what to major," said I.

"It seems that the plot you think is wrong," said Atika.

"Then?"

"Em, look. College is not as easy as school. You really need to choose your focus. Especially you will take S1 which will later there will be a thesis as your final task."

"Hm ... then?"

"After you have completed the thesis, there will be a final trial. Well so you can not be arbitrary in making the thesis, you must understand and be able to account for what you make," explained Atika.

"It looks terrible" I replied spontaneously.

"Not as scary as you might imagine. I used to be, too. Before the final trial I panicked, afraid I could not answer, afraid not to graduate. Yeah, but actually I can. As long as you do your own work instead of paying others, you can definitely solve everything well. I'm sure," he said excitedly.

I frowned and stared at him. It seemed that he was so excited to share that experience with me. I'm silent for a moment. Being able to continue college is indeed one of my dreams, but in situations and conditions like this, I became deadlocked and did not know what to major in.

"Employee class lectures exist, right?" I asked Atika.

"Yes there. You can take a weekend or a night of college. Depends on the campus."

"Hmm .. could be a consideration."

"Are you sure you want to go to college while you work? That must be tired!" said Atika who worried about me.

"If not, how can I pay for the SPP?"

"Hahhh .. helping is not possible I told him all. College is not a little, Tik."

"But pity you, Len. Besides this is your future-in-law's request, they should also contribute to bear your tuition costs as well."

"We'll see in the future! Thank you you for giving me a little enlightenment" I said, smiling and patting Atika's shoulder gently.

"Enlightenment?"

"Well that's it, anyway" I said then chuckled.

Although I have not yet determined what major I might take, I certainly do not feel despair like that. I finished my work more calmly, and everything was done on time.

..

I'm on my way to my house. Yes, the house that is now only in my mother's seat. It was not my desire to come visit him. If it were not for receiving news that he was ill, I would not have come.

Although there is still a sense of annoyance, but at least I am no longer afraid to enter the house, because Robi is no longer in touch with Mama. I pulled out my car and got into the house. It's the same, neat and clean. It's just that this house feels so quiet, like there are no inhabitants.

I opened the door to Mama's room, the room that kept looming along with the pain that couldn't yet disappear from my heart. I took a moment, after all, she was my real mother. The body looked increasingly thin, but her beauty did not fade at all. Kulirik makeup table, still complete skincare and various make-up. Although skinny, it seems like beauty is number one huh.

"Ma, I'm coming" I said slowly.

He's still closed. Maybe I just went to sleep. I got up from there and went into the kitchen. I was a little surprised, the refrigerator that was never empty, now only contained cold mineral water and a few eggs. How sad.

'Is the meal guaranteed? I'm not sure, 'my mind.

I went out again and went to the nearest supermarket. I bought some vegetables, chicken and fruit. Not forgetting vitamins for your mom. Snack out? Ah, may. Maybe I'll stay the night.

Chequek.

I opened the door. Still no one is seen. Mom's sign is still sleeping. With the new cooking skills I had since living alone, I was determined to make food for Mama. There's food at home, but I don't know how many days it has been. Although not stale, the taste of the food has been warmed several times. Not like the Mom I know.

"Lena ..." call Mama from the door.

He stood with a body that looked so weak. I looked up when I heard my name called. My hands are washing the chicken.

"Ah, yes" I replied later.

"What are you? Since when are you home?" tanyanya while walking towards me.

"Not long, yet" I answered. "Sit. I'll make fried chicken."

"Can you cook?" ask Mama. I'm a little offended, but it's true I never cook at home.

"could. If this is all easy," I said bragging. Though I have never made fried chicken, just look at the tutorial on Yo*Tube.

"You're an adult! You can stay alone, cook for yourself. Mama was happy to see it," he said with a smile.

"Don't underestimate me!" say then.

He doesn't talk much, nor do I. I focus on cooking. Cooking fried chicken and vegetable soup. Hope it's good. A few minutes later, my cooking was done. I put him on the table.

"May eat?" ask Mama then.

"Yes, please. I cooked for my mom." I said.

"Let's eat together!"

"I'm still full" I said a little lie.

"Don't lie! You can't refuse fried chicken."

"Who said?" the answer is not to lose.

"Yes if you don't want to." replied Mama. Then he took his rice and side dishes. Then eat. I'm still standing behind him.

"Here, don't just watch! Later do not eat sorry loh." persuaded Mama again.

"Followed? I'm not hungry" I said slowly.

Crackle-crucuk.

Suddenly my stomach could not be compromised. My stomach is now rumbling. Damnit damnit! I already ate.

"Kan, don't be ashamed!" said Mama. With a bit of embarrassment, I sat down and ate.

"Smart also you cook," said Mama again. I didn't answer. As soon as one of the first mouthfuls entered my mouth, I immediately frowned.

"Ngg .. salty." I'm commenting on my own food.

"Little bit. It's still tolerable" replied Mama while focusing on eating. It is tolerable, but still salty.

"You want to get married?" said Mama again.

"Uhukkk!" I choked on hearing it.

"Eh! Slow down dong!" mama said while giving me a glass of mineral water. I drank it too.

"What questions? Just be surprised!" I refuted Mama's allegations.

"If it's not true, why are you surprised?" ask Mama again. Hah, it feels like parents are never wrong.

"Easy! Just finish your mama's food. No need to ask questions," I said while spending the food that was still left on my plate.

"What pain mama? Doesn't look like it hurts," I asked. It does not look sick, it just looks lethargic.

"Perhaps," replied Mama briefly.

I think Mama is just sick because she misses her child. Yeah, it might be. His name is also old man. After eating, I opened the bag and gave the vitamins I had bought.

"This is for Mama. Old, you need to take care of your health!" I said without further ado.

"Basic child less aj*r!" said Mama. He was not angry, but he was happy to receive my attention. At least that's what I can catch from his tone of speech and expression.

"Are you going to stay?" tanyakanya.

"Hemm, just last night," I replied and then went into the room.

Although I hadn't occupied it for several months, this room was still neat and clean. Like someone was sleeping in this room. Mama is very diligent, even the room of the child durhakanya still want him to clean.