CEO DUDA'S

Chapter 3

The young woman I was expecting was about twenty-five or twenty-seven years old was my mother, my grandmother told me to return my mother's embrace but I just kept silent. Highlight my eyes continued to steady his beautiful face from crying, but a single word also did not come out of my mouth.

"Son, this is my dear mother" said the woman in tears.

Not long ago, out of the house of a man's grandmother as old as my father probably because I saw his face was not too old at all.

"Let's go inside first" said the man holding the mother's hand.

Today I did not stay at my grandmother's house, but the woman's grandmother said it was my mother. Doesn't my mom want to sleep with me even if it's just one night?

I just shut up and obey when grandfather and grandmother will take me back to the stand where the father sells, at home grandma is full of people like being booed about the answer. Buwuh is an activity to attend a celebration event to provide assistance in the form of money or goods or buwuh can also be called condangan, in addition to people who come to meet also the neighbors who help serve.

But my grandmother, grandfather, the woman I just knew my mother, and my mother's sister also said that it was just her son's aqiqah event called Luna.

Before going home, my grandmother and mother wrapped up a lot of food to bring me home. The food was like beef rendang, chicken bali seasoning, carrot fried noodles, and many other snacks downstairs that were put into the bag of crackles for me to take home.

Arriving at the stand where the father sells, the father frowned when he saw the contents of the bag and opened a plastic bag containing a lot of food.

"At your grandmother's house, what's the show?" ask dad to me.

"Do not know, said the grandmother of Luna aqiqah event. But I just met her new husband's mother well." I said while raising my two shoulders as a signal if I didn't know.

Maybe people will think I'm stupid, but at seven I was too young to want to know about divorce and marriage.

Dad quietly did not answer again, he smiled rubbing my hair gently and told me to play behind the stand.

I saw my father again sitting in the stand with glassy eyes, occasionally to his two hands that are brown due to the hot sun during the day that rubbed his face slowly.

At that time I always thought hard about why my father often cried every time I asked about my mother, but I already knew the answer after seeing the woman that my grandmother called my mother and her new husband.

Even though I don't know how much pain my father is experiencing, at least I know if my mother has a new husband means my father and mother can't live on the same roof anymore.

Days passed, months changed, and years changed.

I've never met that woman who met me once, which everyone says if she was my mother. But every grandmother invited me to stay at her house is indeed the mother is not at home, the grandmother just said the mother returned to work as a labor of women abroad again with my stepfather.

My father never met my mother at all, not even communicating by phone. You never sent me any money, either, I also never know again all about the mother who I know only grandma sometimes come to see me by bringing food and give me an allowance of fifty thousand rupiah but sometimes also give money picture of a hundred thousand rupiah rose.

I did not feel that I was fourteen years old, already sitting in the second grade of First High School. My grandmother also knew where I went to school, grandma and grandpa still visit me once a month even though I don't know my mother's face again after meeting once at the age of 7.

One day, when I just changed uniforms after sports lessons on the field. Arriving one of the security guards at my school came to class and looked for me, the security guard said that my mother came to school to find me.

I'm silent, mother?

Even almost seven years I have never met him again, hearing his voice over the phone even never.

Ah, maybe my grandmother's sister whom I used to call my mother! Thought me.

I woke up from my daydream, then immediately returned to the bench to enter my sports uniform and then stepped away to the security guard post.

It turned out that my guess was wrong, it wasn't my mother. But two women, one of whom I know. He was the first child of my grandmother, said my mother's grandmother.

But who's the other one?

These two women approached me, a woman I did not know immediately hugged my body tightly.

I don't know who this woman is? Whether who hugged me when I was 7 or different I don't know, because it's been too long since I've seen her again until I can't really remember her face.

"Son, this is my mother!" said the woman who was hugging me while rubbing my back gently.

Then taking off my embrace, his hand held my face and his eyes looked into my eyes.

Inside there was a look of pity as I looked at my face, probably because my face was not as clean as other friends whose lives were taken care of by his two parents. Unlike me who every day after school must immediately leave at the bonceng dad ride his blind bike to go to sell even though in the afternoon the sun is very hot, in addition to my father did not have the heart to leave me alone at home also because I want to help my father sell fried food so I do not need to serepot first take care of martabak and fried food alone like when I was a child.

"Sorry mom yo nduk... Because of the mother and your father separated, you became the victim." said the mother with a pushy look and still glass.

I just nodded slowly, my heart was not broken. Not because of the longing that was treated, but various questions raged there.

Why did mom leave me?

Why did you leave dad?

Why did you never want to sleep with me once?

Why did you never ask me this news even if only by phone?

Doesn't mom love me?

If the mother is busy working, why when she came home did not invite me to stay at my grandmother's house and sleep together there?

Even my mother never cooked a single meal for me!

Mom, do you know? If I want to be like my friend who brings food every day to school, their mother always gets up early to prepare food for the child and her husband is not like my mother who never knew I had eaten or not.

You don't even know, do you? Even I never had breakfast at home because I was too bothered with groceries to be able to sell, so that my father could still support me.

Even mom knows? Dad besides his job to work for a living, he is also good at cooking, even doing the job that mom should do is wash my clothes from my baby.

Thank you ma'am... I failed to have a mother, but my father never failed to double as a father and a mother to me!

All of those questions popped up one by one in my heart, but I couldn't reveal it because it was too foreign.