I'm the Princess of an Actor

Chapter 8: My Surga Is With You

Mother's answer did not satisfy me at all, I decided to open it immediately. However, I just got the key, mom touched my hand.

"Open up in your room."

Looking at the sadness picture on his face, I guess if the contents in this box contain something related to the past, precisely the betrayal of the father. I did as ordered, out of my mother's room and into my own.

Arriving in the room, I immediately sat on the side of the bed, and impatiently turned the key on the lock.

Clamps!

The padlock opened, with a sudden nervousness, I opened the box slowly. Until the first thing I saw was a small velvet box. I opened the typical jewelry box, and sure enough it was a heart-shaped pendant necklace.

Considering what I was watching in the movie, I tried to open the locket. And sure enough, a picture I know as a father on one side, and a beautiful woman on the other.

For a moment, I looked at the face of a woman who looked so beautiful. Her smile was so sweet with dimples that I also had. Her fine hair was beautifully scattered in the wind, her skin was pure white like marble. His eyes are round with thick eyelids.

Mother was right, I was indeed similar to this woman who gave birth to me.

There was a strange feeling that suddenly felt slipping into the chest. As bad as she was, she was the woman who held me for 9 months, giving birth to me at the risk of her own life.

The blood that flows through my body is his blood. It would be a lie if I said I was not affected by anything after seeing the photo, in fact without realizing my tears just dripped.

"She's my mother." I muttered touching the portrait of her face with a throbbing heart of pain. The longing that I never felt in fact now comes without me asking.

I carried the locket into the arms, as if hugging the woman who should have been the first one I called 'Mother'. Fondling at someone I've never even met in person, a longing that won't have a cure because he's gone.

I looked back at her picture, regretting why she had to choose to be the third person with her beautiful face. Ah, do I still deserve to call mom after she hurt a woman as good as my stepmom?.

I wanted to be evasive, but in fact an affection just appeared just like that just by looking at his face.

"I'm sorry Mom, because my heart has betrayed me by missing this woman." I murmured to the mother who raised me to this day.

This chest slowly felt tight because it tried to hold back the crying, rough tears that slowly continued to drip. I put the pendant to its original place, then took a recording device that was beside the velvet box.

I pressed the button, until a foreign voice greeted my sense of hearing.

"Whose name is Mas?" ask a woman in such a soft voice.

"His name, Khansa Rumaisa" replied the man I believe to be the father.

"Beautiful, I like it. May he be a beautiful child as his name implies."

"I hope she will become a good and beautiful woman like you, Raihana."

Raihana, is that the name of the woman who gave birth to me?. A woman who is related to a married man? Isn't that name too beautiful for an actor? Huh! He has tarnished the beauty of his name.

And what did father say? Ok? Why can you say good to a woman who wants to be an affair? And why do you expect me to be like that woman. Nay! I don't want to be like him. I want to be a woman as good as the mother who took care of me, Fatma's mother.

"Then what about Mba Fatma, Mas?"

The sound after it sounded like the radio was losing its signal, the sound was even so distracting to the ears. I immediately turned off the recording, sighing deeply as I could not hear what they were talking about next.

I put the recording device down, then took a photo with the color that had faded. A picture of a couple holding a newborn baby. They were the same people whose photos were in the pendant, the two people who left before I knew them as my parents.

I turned over the photo, there was an address written on it. I don't know the exact location, which is obviously an address in the capital. Could this be the address of the house they lived in during the betrayal of mother?.

All of a sudden, my mother's cries flashed through my head, causing me to spontaneously squeeze the photo in my hand. They are happy, above the suffering of the mother. They were smiling, above my mother's cries. Why should I be born from a human being without feeling like them?.

I was upset myself, put the photo down and locked the box and put it in the closet.

...🍁...

"Mom?" call me to my mom who is sitting in the back of the house.

He turned his head, smiled faintly then looked back to the front. I sat down next to my mother, hugging her tightly.

"Have you seen it?" His voice seemed to be stifled, mother was trying to hold back her crying.

I'm nodding.

"Have you heard his voice?."

I nodded again, then reluctantly took off my arms from him, looking at his two eyes that had begun to glaze over with clingy.

"I love you, Mother..."

"What about your mother? Do you love him?"

I actually wanted to lie and shake my head, but instead of doing so, I chose to nod honestly.

"I'm not gonna lie, I love him just because I saw his picture. But trust me, if my love for you exceeds my love for someone I've never even met."

"You want to meet him?"

I was quite surprised to hear it, why did mother ask as if Raihana's mother was still alive. Though I heard it clear that my mother called them gone. And I'm sure I don't misunderstand the word go as dead.

"Don't Mom say she's dead, I heard her that morning?"

Mother seemed to think for a moment, sighing heavily, her gaze looked bright.

"They were pronounced dead in a plane crash that crashed at sea, when you were entrusted to your nanny who then took you to Mother. Your father's body was found, but not your real mother. There's a small chance he's still alive. I won't get in the way if you want to look for her."

"Do you want me to look for her?"

Mother turned her face away from me, I smiled when I found the answer. Soon back I hugged his body tightly, enjoying the distinctive aroma of him that always managed to make me always long to go home.

"I wouldn't have looked for her if Mom didn't really want her, nor would I have left this house if Mom hadn't kicked me out, unless..."

"Except what?"

"Unless I die, I won't come back here even as a spirit" I chuckled to myself.

Plaque!

Mother hit me on the head slowly, I pretended to grimace in pain.

"Don't talk about dying, I'm older than you, I should be talking about death!"

"Yes, I was just kidding. Not even death will separate us, because I want to be with you to go to Heaven!"

"The safety of a child is on his mother's feet" he said, leaving me stunned.

Slowly stretch out the hands that hold her. "Mother is my mother, and my paradise is with you!" I firmly deny the fact that I wasn't born from her womb.

Seriate.