CEO Turn Beloved Mother Doctor

Jowita

From the thirteenth row, the fourth row of a girl in all-white clothes, equipped with a white veil as well. The girl gently rubbed the tombstone with tears.

The woman spilled her weary, and complained. And longing for those who have been there.

"This father is Juwita, Juwita misses father. Do you remember our promise? If Juwita's successful we'll go to India, see the historic sights."

The girl continued to monologue, while framing one corner of the tombstone. Today is the day of mourning for her, eight years since her father died.

At that time the world of Juwita was destroyed, devastated by the lanta, when he heard the news. It was as if he were living a kara. Her mom? The woman was happy with her family. The woman who never gave love, the woman who carved wounds since she was six years old.

The woman who should be the first teacher for him, gave a hint of disappointment. The woman was having an affair with her ex-boyfriend, when her father's efforts went down due to the fire.

His mother abandoned them and chose to live with her ex-boyfriend. His father was a real man, who had an incredible love. Rela let go of the woman he loves, so that the woman is happy.

His mother left him and his father in Manado. Her mother goes to her hometown, only to live happily with her ex-boyfriend. When they moved to Jakarta, Juwita met her mother. At that time he was ten years old.

The little girl who missed her mother so much, ran with sparkling eyes, at that time Juwita's father was still the personal driver of Rio's grandfather. Juwita ran towards the woman who was holding a small child who appeared to be three years old. Yes it was the son of his mother.

"Mother" cried Juwita from across the street, chasing after the woman who was about to ride a luxury sedan.

The woman only glanced at Juwita, then opened the car door again.

"This mother is Juwita, the mother's son," Juwita still thinks her mother forgot, because long time did not meet. The innocent girl still expected affection from her selfish mother. For the sake of property, and position willingly forsake her and her husband.

"Hey who are you?" Ask the woman, immediately put the little boy in the car.

"Mother this is Juwita, it's us. Juwita always brought a picture of her mother with Juwita," the little girl gave a photo to the woman.

As soon as the woman stiffened, her countenance was indecipherable, but her attitude was calm as if she did not know the child she had given birth to ten years ago.

"Darling, who is she?" The woman looked at the source of the voice.

"I don't know, I don't recognize him" he said, reaching into his wallet, and taking some money and scattering it in front of Juwita. "This is what you want, right?"

"Listen to me well, I only have one child, we don't know each other, remember even if you're my son, I'll throw you away, I don't want to have a child like you, shabby and ugly," the word's mouth unsheathed directly lodged in the recesses of Juwita's heart.

He was shabby, ugly, and his mother didn't admit it. It will even throw it away. Wasn't this a terrible wound for a ten-year-old? Even her mother said it.

Juwita realized when the car had moved away from its place, Juwita tried to catch up. But his tiny legs are not able to chase the luxury sedan car. Juwita fell down, some people looked at her pity.

"Mom, this is Juwita, Juwita's mother misses, Juwita's mother loves you," that's the word that comes out of the little girl's lips, her head left out somewhere, she said, his legs were blisters in several places. Some women approached him, to help him, Juwita was immediately taken to the side of the road, to treat the wound.

Some people took a vow to the mother who left the girl, some praying that the little girl would get happiness, later in life.

A car stopped right at the crowd, it was the father of Juwita, the man got off the car no less luxurious. Yes, it was the car of Rio's grandfather, his master.

Grandpa Rio descended along with Juwita's father. They approached Juwita, the girl sobbing as she lamented her fate, which had no mother. Juwita's father was sliced to see it, again the man blamed his inability to take care of the family. Grandfather Rio who knew about Juwita's father's past, immediately held onto his shoulder.

"Let's bring my granddaughter, we have to go home," Rio's grandfather made Juwita's father moved by the confession, Rio's grandfather directly admitted that Juwita was his granddaughter.

Everyone was shocked, it turned out that the girl chasing after her mother was the son of a rat conglomerate, whose business had soared. They were only able to whisper, about the shameless woman, thus leaving her own son, who turned out to be the grandson of a Rio Winata.

"Dad, Juwita had seen the mother, but she threw money at Juwita instead," Juwita complained to make her father's heart more eroded, if his efforts were not burned then maybe Juwita would not have suffered this much. "Mom says Juwita is shabby, ugly, if you have a child like Juwita, Juwita will be thrown away."

Again his complaints made the corner of his father's eyes flow, grandfather Rio growled to listen to him, grandfather Rio did not like his grandson to be humiliated. Although Juwita has just met, Rio's grandfather has loved Juwita like his own grandson, Aliya. Their age is only one year apart, but Aliya's growth and development is indeed better, making it higher than Juwita.

Juwita continued to cry telling of the pain in her heart, until her physical injuries were not felt, long ago Juwita cried to sleep.

"Dad look at my father's little daughter, Juwita has succeeded, Juwita has become successful well, has become a doctor, has cured many diseases of his patients," Juwita again made fun of looking at his father's navel. "Kata Al, Juwita is beautiful, just the same chatty jutek, is she not self-conscious huh? If he's a nagger, too."

"Well, Juwita is proud to be the son of a father-like superhero, who at Marvel went well. Later if the money Juwita collected, Juwita want to realize our dreams. Dad said in India there is now a facility to take the train, Maharaja’s Express from India, he said now the train is the best train."

Juwita came back crying remembering her childhood story. Her tears came back when she remembered her mother's treatment. Not wanting to linger long in sadness, Juwita immediately kissed the last navel of her father, and recited the prayer, then stood up and left the navel, with a smile and tears.