CEO DUDA'S

Chapter 8's

"Well, I'm going to your mom's place of sale first huh?" I said while kissing the back of my palm.

"Ka, haven't you Monday already had the National Examination?" ask me to hold my right wrist.

"Yes, why?" said I nodded my head.

"Test me why are you still helping your mom sell?" ask me, looking at me.

"What's wrong, Tika can study exams later after returning from help selling kok." said I smiled.

"You're told to pay yo nduk e school?" asked Dad, looking me in the eyes.

I shook my head quickly, not wanting to make you worry.

Not really well, even already got the exam card number really." lied me.

"Alhamdulillah O Allah.. The spirit of yo nduk studying, so that it can be smooth exam e." said father stroking my hair softly.

I nodded and smiled.

My footsteps went straight to the emperor of the house, I turned on the vari* black motor not to forget to also wear my ash helmet.

Just now I arrived at the stand where the mother sold, suddenly I saw grandma and grandpa coming with bi Nani and Luna already in the stand owned by mother.

I parked my favorite matic motorcycle behind the stand, then took off the ash helmet I was wearing.

"Assalamu'alaikum.." I said while kissing the back of the palms of everyone on the stand.

"Wa'alaikum greetings." said they compact.

"Ka, Monday you are also the same rich National Examination Luna right?" ask grandma.

I nodded my head while taking off my jacket.

"Have you got the exam card number yet? Aren't you paying off yet?" ask grandma again.

"Not yet." I answered honestly.

"Lhoh, how about? Monday's exam why haven't you got the cards yet? Later you can not take your exam." said bi Nani staring at me.

The mother who heard our conversation finally approached..

"Lho, Monday exam to Ka?" ask mom.

"Come on." I replied nodding.

Understandably, my mother did not go to school. Only elementary school until the third grade, because my great-grandmother was not a capable person.

"Mother, it's okay. Don't think about it!" answer me casually.

"A minute, don't call your mom. Let's send money to pay for your school arrears!" replied my grandfather, taking out that rectangular flat object from his black jacket pocket.

I frowned, all this time I've never met my mother again. Last time when I was fourteen and still in High School, at that time Nani and her mother came to my school to bring me a lot of stuffs and also a doll.

"Don't cake, I'm fine." I said I didn't want to talk to the woman they called my mother.

It's nothing! But if the mother cares, the mother should understand if her child is in trouble in living life. Even a thousand rupiah mother never send money to me, how could possibly give me money if news never cared.

"Here, your mother wants to talk to you" said grandfather gave me his cell phone.

I grabbed Grandpa's phone, then put it close to my ear.

"Hallo, assalamu'alaikum." I said a little groggy.

Really, all this time I really never talked to him even though it was just over the phone. Maybe the grandmother often called the mother or vice versa, involved from the history of phone calls lined up contacts mother's name filled the screen of the grandfather's phone.

"Wa'alaikun salam, Ka. How's nduk? What do you want to say to me." mother asked me, but everyone could hear because grandfather activated the loudspeaker .

"That's lo Yul, your son needs money to pay his school bills. He wants to say he wants to ask you for money to pay off school arrears, so he can take the exam" said grandma interjected when I had not had time to answer.

I frowned, asking??

Though I never asked anyone but my father, that was also when my father was still healthy. To my mother I never asked for, not not dare just not want to bother and feel uneasy because it was always troublesome.

"The opo? Not wrong with me? You want to ask for my money? Heh! You've lived with your father, never invited to live with me do not want now want to ask for money? Can you not think? You are yo, Grandma has chosen to live with your father yo mean you son your father is not my son anymore. Nice to ask for money, a penny I won't give you money! Got it? Unless you want to stay with me and leave your father, that's just my son and not love money. Ask it for money with your father who says he can raise you! Inget.. I'm the same your father was separated, same I am with your father wes no relation at all. Since you're staying with your father and don't want to stay with me, you're not my son anymore! Should e loh, grandma and your grandfather did not need to cool you again. You i it's not their grandchild anymore you have to e, people wes split up want to ask for money for school! That's why I have a brain, don't be stupid! Your father is poor you have nothing, just you can live hard tok but you still want to survive with him. You are too stupid, if you want to live with me surely you can be rich Luna who will go to college." said the mother with an angry tone.

The deg!

My heart aches when I hear this woman cursing my father, if I don't like my father why did you marry my father and give birth to me?

I also don't want mommy, mommy born and then mom left. I also want to be like my friend who every day in cooking and brought provisions by his mother, he said, from childhood, my father taught me to wash my own clothes, even though children my age were still washed by their mother.

"I don't ask what to do, I never ask. By the time I'm eighteen, there's never been any help from my mom, so please don't tell me anything about my dad!" say me.

"God! You said you dare to answer? You believe your fat daddy? Ha ha ha ha... You are the same as your father, mentally poor!" mother said with words I never expected before.

I better not know about my mother than I have to hear words that hurt my heart.