DESTINY LINE

21.

The only reason I survive and have to stand up to all this is my son, for her sake I should be able to get through this with capital confidence surely I can settle the debts that are made in my name. Two years I have worked in this company, but the debt that arises because of the work of Wawan never finished. Like rodhi, even enjoying my sweat I never.

At that time my work wage was around Rp.2,700,000, while the debt I had to pay monthly was Rp.2,000,000, while the battery had to support my son. Not to mention that I thought about my parents' needs, tormented it felt like this but anyway I had to be strong. My son needs me, if I give up who will give him a mother's affection. I have to be excited for my son, the rest of my salary is only Rp.700,000, lucky to help me.

Me and Eza are getting closer, our relationship is getting closer. But I don't really think about how this relationship continues, I'm sure eza's parents must be hard to accept I, a widow who gave birth to this one. Even though eza and I are not very old, Eza is a year older than me. Every month I was helped by Eza, he sent me and my son some money to survive. Sometimes I get confused as well, how do I return it.

Eza always calmed me down, why did my son and I get comfortable with Eza, we often spend time together to occasionally go all three. My son calls him papa, maybe he misses the father figure, because all this time no one taught him the name. Eza did not mind being called by my son, they were very familiar maybe because we met often and eza was friendly to children.

After more than a month, Eza began to talk about his intentions which had been delayed. At his father's 40-day celebration he invited me to his house, at first I hesitated to take my son with me to the eza residence, but eza forced me to take him. So that his mother would meet my son, he said.

When he arrived at his residence, his mother looked at me in wonder. I heard him ask pall to eza "who is za?" , "my kekasiku ma" said eza. "Then the little boy?" he continued, a little while eza was silent and replied "it's his son". I got their lyrics, eza's mom dragged eza into the room, they chatted. But even in my room I could still listen to their conversation. "It's not wrong that you choose a woman who has had children, think first. Not yet you have to think about the costs incurred for that child!" eza's mother said in the room.

I didn't hear an answer from Eza a word, and then Eza came out of the room and offered to take me home. On the way my awkward feeling arose from thinking about her mother's words earlier, I don't know what to do.