Bismillah, I'm Hijab
The Moon Birthmark
A tempting job for the umpteenth time is over already.
The bright morning dazzled the white skin of a woman who was currently standing in front of the hotel about to enter the taxi she ordered.
“Duh so long Sir? I rush this.” said Devina when she just got into the taxi.
“Sorry, Non. In front of earlier there was an accident.” replied the driver politely.
Devina no longer makes a sound, she focuses on her cell phone. The biggest smile looks at his balance.
“Hopefully with this is enough and make Mom recover, whatever way Mom should heal.” her mumble hugged her mobile phone.
All the hard work of Devina always he can save, although not all. He also has to keep his appearance to keep it attractive.
“Pak will stop for a while at that crossroad. I'm going to the restaurant for a minute. But wait, huh? Just buy food only kok.” Devina wanted to bring a nice meal to her mother.
“Good, Non.” The driver obeyed.
The morning trip was quite crowded until Devina chose to take time to rest for a while. Working on a place is not as good as people say. Serving, of course Devina must have extra energy. In fact, not infrequently he consumes vitamins to be fit.
Suddenly in the silence of the journey, his phone rang.
“Halo,”
“Dev, afternoon there is more. Can right? Or the night there is. Which one do you choose?” A man across there again offers a selected customer to Devina.
Devina massaged her head, the rest of the night her body felt so tired because the man she just left this morning worked without knowing the time.
“OK,” Lucky Devina teamed up with a friend who was quite understanding and kind.
After traveling and buying food, Devina is now in front of the mother's nursery door.
“Morning, Ma.” said a smile to see the Mother who had woken up.
“Dev, from anywhere? You're overtime again at his hotel?” ask Mother Devina limp.
I only know if his son works at the hotel as an audit team. That was indeed in line with Devina's school major. Without the mother knowing the original work of her child.
Devina hasn't even tried applying for a job since college.
“No, Mom. Last night not overtime. But there was a dinner because the manager at the hotel was again a birthday. Tonight, Devina's just gonna be overtime again. Mom is okay well Devina stay at work?” he said as he moved to prepare breakfast for his mother.
“Dev, why buy so much food? Mother already has her ration, Nak.” said the mother did not have the heart to think her son had to work a bone slam.
Though not banging bones, but slam the body.
“Food for mothers must be bad because we use the cheapest service, Mom. So let me eat good Devina buy this.” He sat down and began to feed his mother.
In between eating Devina looked at the mother's face as if she wanted to talk. “Bu, I used to say, the man had a red birthmark like the moon on his right waist?”
Instantly the mother's shady face turned wrathful hearing her son discuss the thing he least wanted.
“Devina, eliminate that discussion. I told you to stop talking about it.” The mother's high tone of voice scared Devina if her mother relapsed again.
