I'm Not a Wild Grass

The story of Mama Bag. 2 (Laila POV)

Still flashback..

My suspicions about Papa's absence were instantly dashed. When suddenly a stranger appeared who claimed that he had bought the house I lived in at that time from Papa.

I was astonished and in disbelief. Mama fell down and was speechless for a long time.

I was very young when it happened. Ten years. And I had to feel the drive out of the house I grew up in all this time.

I cried and roared. While I was trying to get Mama to fight that stranger. But Mama just sat still in her own world.

Until I saw two clear crystals finally creek also on both cheeks Mama. He was crying in silence. Lamenting the destiny of her love and happiness that must be forcibly snatched from her life.

In a daze I followed Mama out of our house, walked up to the stop, then went to the gold shop. There, Mama sells her one-on-one treasure that she has, a ring that she always wears on her ring finger.

How could Mama be this poor? You guys might ask. Does Mama have no gold deposits? You guys might ask this too.

A few years after that, my mother told me. If it turns out that when Papa decided to leave, he also took all the gold deposits owned by Mama.

When Mama tried to find Papa in his pond field, it turned out that Papa had sold his pond business to others.

Before our house was finally sold, Mama was still trying to find the whereabouts of Papa who suddenly disappeared in the swallow of the earth.

Mama only heard the grapevine news that Papa had married another woman and lived a life of fun-foya with the actor.

It was then that Mama finally realized that Papa had betrayed their love. And Mama really hates the actor who until now he never met his face.

Finally, it started with my life together with my mother. Armed with the money from the sale of the ring, we could rent a small contract in the city of A.

For the first few years, we moved. Because often we were evicted by the landlord because Mama was late in paying her rent.

But what makes me really proud of Mama is that, ever since she kicked us out of our big house, Mama, I've never seen her cry. It was as if she had transformed into an independent single woman.

My mom's focus is just me and me. He always prioritized meeting my needs. Especially regarding my future of education.

Seeing Mama's struggle, I was finally determined to reduce the burden on Mama's back. I also studied hard. So that when I graduated from Elementary School, I was finally able to receive a scholarship to the Junior High I went to.

From then on, I became a general champion in school. And continue until SMA.

Unfortunately, I was only able to get an education until High School. Because when I was about to continue to the University with a scholarship that I also managed to get, something happened that made my step stifled.

Mom's sick. Half of his body had a stroke so he could not walk normally for several months.

I finally did not go to university. And the money that I will use as my education supplies must finally be rushed for medical expenses Mama.

I don't know about Mama's family on the island when she was a child. Because it has been a long time, Mama claimed to have lost contact with Ama and her Apa.

Because of her I really sought Mama's recovery from the stroke. Even though this requires me to spend my youth in the bustle of the workforce. Thats okay. All of this is sincere I did for Mama.

Flashback complete.

"Ma.. have you ever regretted loving a man like Papa?" I was suddenly overcome with a desire to ask a question that I had been wanting to ask for so long.

Then I saw Mama silent. He looked like he was remembering something with a difficult expression for me to read. I waited for my mother's answer in silence.

"Repent? No, Son. Mama won't regret ever loving your Papa. Because it's not with her Mama can also meet you? You're Mama's precious jewel. So Mama is always grateful that you are there and always by Mama's side" Mama said honestly.

My replacement was made speechless by Mama. Hearing Mama's answer earlier, I suddenly felt the tightness of the day that wrapped not only my heart, but also my whole mind and senses.

Then I corrected my position until I was sitting leaning against the head of the bed, like Mama. Then I lay my head on the shoulder of the woman who has taught me all this time about love, sincerity and fortitude.

Mamma. The only woman I love most in this world.

"Lail me.ng Mama. Until anytime, Lail will not want to separate from Mama. Even though Lail is getting married, Mama has to stay with Lail. Just gotta!" I stood with my hope.

Mama then grabbed my fingers and patted her on the back slowly for several times. He also said back.

"You have to be a tough lady, son. Always tough to face whatever is destined for you. Actually Mama was worried when you were separated from Kiyano.."

I was stunned when I heard Kiyano's name from Mama's mouth. Didn't expect that I would hear his name again on my happy day at this time.

"Mama has never felt in love. And Mama also felt her pain hurt. But, after all the pain Mama feels from loving your Papa, her weird Mama still can't hate her, son. Far away in the farthest corner of Mama's heart, Mama still hopes to see your Papa again, La.." Mama said honestly.

I was surprised by this fact I just found out. Spontaneously, I raised my gaze to Mama's face. And Mama returned my gaze with a faint smile on her face.

"Mama's afraid you'll be like Mama, son. Mama's afraid that you still love that young man, after everything that's happened between you."

And I lowered my head. I felt unable to look into Mama's eyes any longer after hearing her worries.

"Thank God, you're a lot tougher than Mama, son. Because now you can accept Erlan to enter into your future later. Mama's proud of you, Laila!" Mama said while sticking her head on my head that was still lying on her shoulder.

In the meantime, I can't reply to Mama's words anymore. Because I didn't have enough courage to tell Mama that her guess about me wasn't entirely true.

Because even in the deepest corner of my heart, I know very well. That I still hold a taste for Kiyano, my first love.

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