BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

91. Keep Distance

After work, Ken came to my mom's house. He looked tired, but took the time to pick me up. Seeing it like that of course makes me immediately melt, but at first want to nginab first, at least until I can control the desires that appear suddenly.

Really, I'm not making things up like Dinda's accusations. Because Dinda gave up, mom never craved anything weird. Precisely a henchman when pregnant, very different from me who wants a lot.

"I'm sorry, I've troubled you." I whispered as you were on your way home.

"That's okay, baby, I'm the one who's sorry for leaving you. It must be uncomfortable for you and our baby, huh?" Ken glanced at my stomach that was already starting to look, perhaps the effects of frequent eating.

"It's okay. God willing, the baby knows too. From now on I'll educate him to hold up. Not all his desires must be obeyed."

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Unlike the average person who usually holds thanksgiving in the seventh month of pregnancy, entering after one month, the mother again held a thanksgiving at our home. More precisely prepare food and also basic food to be distributed to the people around.

We only knew it was okay because everything was prepared by my mother. While Ken helped hand out to some orphanages, while me and the home-worked khadimat distributed in front of the house. There was a small post that we deliberately provided.

I felt like I knew a person who was not far from me. With a little squinting, I tried to remember, the figure.

Arif's mom! That's right, I'm pretty sure that's him. Even though I failed to become his son-in-law, but once communicated three times. To recognize him enough. But what is he here for? From earlier, the past had his rice box and the sembako was a scavenger, a vagrant and a beggar who was around the red light near our house.

"Arif's mother, right?" i asked.

"Eh, yes. Rara's boy?" he hesitated, trying to cover a part of his face, but our distance was so close, it would be very difficult for him to dodge me.

"Mom why is she here?"

He seemed hesitant to answer my question. First, I just want to ignore it. It also doesn't feel good if it makes him uncomfortable. We have had a bad story in the past, but I've got a much better replacement, so it's not necessary to pay it back either.

With Arif's mother here, I can actually conclude that their economy must be not okay. The last time I met Arif I saw him become an online motorcycle taxi driver.

"Then I go in first, ma'am," I'd like to step inside to give her some distance so she's comfortable.

"Son Rara, wait a minute." Arif's mother reached for my arm. As I looked, he hurriedly apologized while releasing his hand. "I'm sorry, son Rara, I'm so sorry. Mother didn't mean to be rude. I'm sorry." he tied his hands together while bowing his head, like showing remorse for what he just did.

"It's okay, ma'am." I smiled, trying to be friendly so that he did not feel constantly hesitating.

"Son Rara, I'm sorry, I'm also a mother's son."

"If for the mistakes of the past, I've forgotten them. I have been sincere. It's all about silver."

"Astagfirullah, I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Since being fired, then divorced from Monika, Arif tried to find a decent job. But can not-can also until finally Arif became a traveling motorcycle taxi driver while continuing to look for work. Unfortunately, he returned to dealing with Monika until he lost his job as a motorcycle taxi driver.

We are really sad, especially now that his father is sickly. But Arif had no job when he was a scholar. There have been many vacancies applied for but none have been accepted.

Maybe because Monika contacted her connection so that Arif is not accepted anywhere. Mother was really saddened by Monika's truly evil demeanor. Though Arif has helped her cover up the shame of getting pregnant outside marriage, even the son of a mere puppet mother had to cancel the marriage with son Rara. It was evil Monika, she returned our kindness by breaking all the doors of sustenance until we could not eat and rent a house" said her mother Arif, explaining their current situation as scavengers.

"All is God's destiny, ma'am." I said.

"Sir Rara, if you can ask for help, can Rara help put Arif back in her husband's office? Kan nak Rara this rich man's wife, soon also will have children, mother pray that the good of Rara son is reciprocated by God with abundant happiness. Can you please mbak?"

"Duh, how ya ma'am."

"Please, Rara. For three months we lived, surviving under the overpass there. We are not really strong. But no money to eat let alone contract. Have mercy on us, Rara."

I don't know what to answer. Honestly, it is still hard to recommend Arif to be accepted back to work in Ken's office. In addition to Arif's attitude which is really not good, also Arif's work is also incompetent. He doesn't even know what to do. All of his job desk nothing is right.

"Son Rara, at least have pity on this elderly father and mother." pinta mother Arif again made me realize from daydreaming. "Please, Rara."

"I can't promise you anything yet. Office business is the absolute right of my husband that I will never interfere with" I said.

"Oh my God, I don't know who can help us." The tears of his mother Arif dripped. I felt bad, but still couldn't help much.

Our relationship in the past was not good. In my eyes, Arif is a bad person. If I give him a chance, I'm afraid he'll make a tantrum to remember a few times he did things that were bad for me.

"Sorry Mom, I can't help because the office is Ken's right. I don't want to interfere." I hurriedly left Arif's mother, hoping she understood me.

Sometimes, choosing to keep a distance with people who have hurt is one way to be blind to stay comfortable because there is no guarantee that people who have hurt have really changed. He could have made the same mistake. I just don't want to fall into the same hole a second time. That's why I broke the chain of relationships with people who weren't nice to me.

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