I'm the Princess of an Actor

Chapter 3: Martabak for Mom

Of course I lied, in order to get out of front of them. Now I'm too embarrassed to just sit with them, because I realize how much hate they've had all this time.

They're too good to be a stepfamily, they're too good to say nothing to a selfless girl like me.

Moreover, considering that mom wanted me to get married, it made me realize how much she wanted me to get out of this house. But, I don't want to leave here, I really don't want to go.

I will obey all of your will, other than to leave here and be away from her. I will obey his every command, but not by getting married.

19 Years is a long time to remember my father's betrayal, and I will make it up to you as much as I can.

A few minutes of waiting until they finished eating. I immediately ate the remaining food on the plate. Usually the food will run out immediately because I cook according to the portion, but this time there is a little leftover because I have not eaten.

I just wanted to clean up the dining table, when the clap on my shoulder surprised me.

"Mom?"

"Why eat leftovers? It wasn't bad!" ketus tanyanya.

If normally I would feel hurt hearing his way of talking to me, not this time. I know, behind the ketus attitude he showed, there was a concern that he had to pay with his injuries.

"I'm sorry Khansa Bu" said seriously, he frowned wonder behind the glasses he now wears.

"Yes! You should apologize to me!" reply with a sour face.

"Because it's been a hassle to Mom."

"Yes, you always bother!"

"Mom want to sew?" ask me to see the thread and the needle in his hand.

"Now, get in the thread!"

I received it, then put the thread after I moistened it with drinking water and then twisted.

"It's Mom."

"Get all this stuff off to work!" he stared at the messy dining table, then passed from before me.

Not yet he stepped, I immediately grabbed him from behind, struggling spoiled on the old body that has been taking care of me for 19 years, while continuing to repeat his own injuries.

"From now on, Khansa will obey whatever your orders except marriage" I said solemnly.

"You why the hell! Leasin!"

I ignored her words, still holding her in gratitude.

"Thank you Mom, thank you!"

I know those words will not pay for everything you gave me, or heal wounds that never heal. But, with those words, I will realize, how lucky I am to have a mother like her. Despite the absence of blood between us.

"Please! He said he wanted to obey Mom, time immediately violated by himself. You want me to prick a sewing needle?"

I let go of the embrace unwillingly, showed off my row of teeth as he looked at me irritatedly, then went towards his room.

"I love you Mom, thank you for taking care of me all this time. And sorry, makes you keep remembering my betrayal."

.........

After a long day of work at the barung eating Bu Jum, I came home with a sweet martabak with chocolate and cheese topping. I wish mom would like it. The motorbike I was driving was just parked in front of the house, when I found a foreign luxury car parked neatly in the yard.

I went into the house, the boisterous sound of children running around the house made me know who was coming.

Mas Rian and his wife Mba Hana, were sitting with his mother and Mira and also a man I remember was Mira's lover, who was often invited to the house.

A man who lives alone not far from us, is the son of a PNS who makes the mother immediately approve of his relationship with Mira, even though their age is quite far apart.

They were talking happily, occasionally seeing the two seven and five-year-old Mas Rian children running around.

"Khanza! Spit here!"

I approached them happily, preparing to show the hammer in my hand as Mira spoke again.

"Great as you go home, it's done!" He pointed at the messy table. There were plastic snacks and orange peels strewn about. Also, watermelon skin follows the seeds, and three pizza boxes that leave only the rest of the oil.

"Mira.." when I thought I was waiting to join them, in fact I was waiting just to clear things up.

I looked at the mother who glanced at me for a moment, then she just left.

"Udah cepet, not very tasty look!" mira ketus.

I said, putting plastic containing martabak on the table, then began to clean up the mess that really makes the head dizzy.

"Eh, martabak!" said Mira opening the martabak I brought.

"Lumayan!" sahut Mba Hana's.

"That's for Mom!" stop me when they're ready to eat it.

"Udah no papa, anyways Mother is old, do not like martabak." said Mba Hana and immediately ate a piece of martabak.

"But..."

"Udah anyway! Just cheap martabak is very stingy!" Mira pushed the remaining martabak box just like that, until the contents fell scattered on the floor.

"O Allah Mira!"

I took the shapeless martabak quickly, put it back in the box. If I can't give it to mom, at least I can eat it myself.

"That's great lebay! Cheap martabak use cry all. In part, compared to the expensive food and money we brought, I won't have the roadside lyrics you brought!" ketus Mba Hana, while Mas Rian was just busy with his phone. There was no intention of him defending his half-sister in front of his wife?.

"Ngapain bengong there, settle down!" said Mira.

I immediately continued to clean up the garbage they made, after putting martabak on the kitchen, until a few minutes later everything was finished and returned clean. Just finished getting everything done, when mom's voice sounded.

"Fish cooked with chicken in a refrigerator! Masmu brought it!" he approached me in the kitchen.

"Yes Ma'am" I said, taking the necessary ingredients in the refrigerator.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked with a tone as usual, I shook my head slowly.

"Not yet."

"Having a job is not clear, continue to have no girlfriend especially prospective husband. You want to trouble me all your life!"

I endured the pain of hearing his words, because they were all true. But, isn't Mira also not married or getting a job?.

"But I don't want to marry Mom yet, I'm only 19."

"Mother was also married young, 17 years old no papa tuh! I even have a successful son now. Look at Rian and Mira, make me proud. Rian Dateng brought him good food as love money. Keep Mira's value is also high and I'm sure he will be rich Rian, especially his girlfriend is also PNS. Lah you, the place work is unclear and the salary is small!"

I felt discouraged, hearing how he compared me to Mas Rian and Mira. It's just that I realized I couldn't make my mother happy, because in fact I was the source of her sadness.

"Then can I go to college, Mom?" ask me with a small smile.

"Mom told you to get married or find a job that pays a lot, not college!" he was upset and passed to his son and grandson.

I could only smile in response to his anger, then continue with the intention of cooking.

'I'll make you proud of me, I promise!'

Seriate.