CEO DUDA'S

Chapter 9's

My tears began to condense, I really felt my heart hurt. It's not heartbreak from love for someone, it's my heart broken by my own mother. She doesn't even think of me as her daughter, doesn't she know that there won't be any ex-children? All I know is that there is an ex-wife or ex-husband. But only this time I heard the word ex-child because both parents are divorced, and the word came out of the mouth of the woman who had given birth to me myself.

"Yul... Don't tell Yul that rich. All of that granddaughter grandma the same grandfather, so it's natural that the same father of your mother is side by side to your son's house." said my grandmother who sat beside me.

"Udah buk, no longer need to meet Tika. Let him think everything himself, he already chose his father yes mother does not need to care anymore about him. She's big, you don't need her mom to think she is!" said mother with a bad tone.

The mother who heard the voice of the woman on the other side of the phone immediately approached me, then grabbed the phone I was holding.

"Well, mom?" I said as my mom reached for the phone.

"Udah Yul, don't ever talk to Tika again. If you don't think he's a child, he's a child who never knows what his parents are about. You don't like him? You knew? If he knows finally born to have a mother who does not want to care about your rich, he also will not want Yul. You can talk macem macem ngredahin father e Tika, but it was also your own choice. Even you know also from a long time father e Tika is poor and mlarat but you still want to marry, children are still babies of age after only being able to walk as well have you lived until now at eighteen years old. He never knows what about ibune, e father also never mocked you even though you cheated abroad while still not divorced with father e Tika. I am really surprised by you, how there is a rich mother who has been humming children for 9 months, mengahirin bet e also life but even have to talk to your own zinc child brojolin if he is not your son anymore because the laine already divorced. I'm not her mother, though, I'm also not a person who cares for Tika but I'm the same father e Tika that membesarin him from a baby until this big obviously do not accept if there are people who dare to hurt him to be you whose mother alone but have the mouth of tajem e ngalihin dagger. Oh, God, Gusti.. I recently met a man who has no heart at all!" said the mother while stroking her own chest with her left hand, then immediately gave the rectangular-shaped object to the grandmother.

It could be heard clearly sura woman who already knew I wanted to call it sobbing, but my heart did not hurt at all because the words of her mother had made the woman cry. My heart withered when the woman also said sorry to have given birth to me, I also did not want to be born by your womb ma'am. Really!! If I may ask, I will ask to be born to two parents who are whole and very dear to their daughter's son.

Not born by a widow like you, who regrets having a child like me!

"It's mom, it's been. Ngapunten nggih mak." said the grandmother did not feel good to mother.

"Mending until the child e sampean when talking to a child who does not know what it is!" my mother stroked my hair softly.

I turned to look at my mother's face, I saw her eyes also condense because they held back tears.

"Enggeh mak, ngapunten nggih. Pamet riyen mawon kulo."

(yes, sorry. Just let me know, Mak.)

Grandma said her hand to say goodbye to my mother and my apoh, apoh is the husband of the mother who is about seventy years older but still given health to faithfully accompany the mother to sell.

Mother just nodded without answering anymore, but her hand greeted the grandmother family members who came here.

"Ka.. Come here o nduk!" he waved his hand at me, telling me to sit on the long chair beside my mother and father.

"Wes don't think yo say e your mother, agep ae she's a crazy woman who talks e ngawur!" said apoh stroking my long hair with black hands that have been wrinkled because of inedible age.

I just smiled faintly and nodded, although my heartache would not heal with that word.

"The money on your exam is less than how much to Ka? Say o to Ka same mother and apoh, mak e can not read write. If you don't say, mak e sama apoh you also won't know if you're having trouble paying." said mak e.

I immediately shook my head slowly.

How could I possibly be that hard to ask for money on my mom and dad who is old but still working to just be able to stuff his stomach with rice three times a day, I'm not that kind of kid who sees people I love living hard lives.

Now all I have is a father, a mother, and something. The three of them are my life, when my father fell ill all the food I put in my stomach and father's stomach was the rice from the hard work of his mother and who were willing to live on the streets not coming home all the time. Even the mother and the apoh sleeping under just made up with plastic mats, the made to sleep always leaves a stamp of spots on our body parts because of a slightly pervasive picture of the plastic mat.

"Mom, Poh.. Sorry Tika ya mak, eighteen years old Tika has been difficult to live apoh mom and dad." said I looked down, did not feel my tata now slide just like that.

"Huuuxtt... You are talking about opo to Ka, it's an obligation e mak e same apoh for your greatness. Don't talk rich that yo again, mak e destroyed by you talk rich gini!" said the mother with a raucous voice and immediately hugged my body tightly, I also heard the sound of stuffing from my mother.

"But she said she was born to me, mother. Hiks hyks.." said I as I sobbed.

"He's niesel yo biarin, don't you cry out he's crazy. You're a ragil child and your mother is the same, not her child!" the one who stroked my hair.

Thank you, O God... You still give me good people around me, not many but it is these people who never leave me under any circumstances.

Do not take any of them out of my life, O God, I will not be ready if You take one of my souls.

Mak e, Apoh, Dad... I LOVE YOU GUYS!