Is Love For Me

I'm Anaj No Mother, huh?

The sun was starting to light, the clock was showing at 7 am, Alika and grandma started to prepare their merchandise. They will go to a meatball stall which is about 1 km from where they live, using an online motorcycle taxi to carry their belongings.

Every morning Alika starts her day with a passion to help her grandmother, she has no other purpose than to help her grandmother in a meatball stall. He has no ideals like most people, like girls in general, his appearance is also simple. Alika is not too concerned about her appearance and only focuses on helping her grandmother.

Her world revolves only on her grandmother and her merchandise meatballs.

Alika does not have many friends because her days are spent in her grandmother's meatball stall.

Today he has a new spirit, a new purpose and a new determination. Alika is thrilled when her grandmother supports her desire to take on Dena's lover.

"Alika, in the afternoon we go to the market, we buy makeup tools," said the grandmother put some money in her wallet.

"For what, Grandma?" alika asked while starting to raise the meatballs on the motorbike and he also climbed on the motorbike, while his grandmother used another online motorcycle.

"Yes, for you."

"No, son. Grandma's right. Alika is already beautiful from birth, do not need to be polished again."

"No. You must learn to make up yourself, if necessary every week kesalon. You have to take care of yourself. Just think what grandma said," said the grandmother and Alika just nodded and they left.

Just try one of his parents, either his mother or his father grant his request to buy a motorbike. Perhaps, they will not be this sepot, he can piggyback his grandmother directly to the stall without ordering ojek, they can also be together with each other everywhere. Alika and her grandmother were already planning to buy a motorcycle. However, sometimes they re-use their savings money for their stall capital.

That's how they trade, sometimes they get a lot of money. But sometimes they make enough money to eat.

Both motorcycles started to drive towards the granny meatball stall and when it turned out that mom and Dena were waiting there.

Mom immediately approached Grandma, while Dena remained in her new car.

Alika went straight in, leaving behind her grandmother and mother and began to arrange to prepare her stall. He started opening his meat shop and didn't know what his mother and grandmother were talking about. Grandma looks not like their conversation, seen from the look on her face.

Alika tried to hear their conversation, but their distance was too far away so she could only see the expressions of the two.

Without hesitation, Alika photographed the meatball she had just prepared on the wagon.

"Welcome to work" he said, sending the photo and hand-emoticon.

"Morning are you having breakfast meatballs?" ask a message from Kenzie's contact.

"No, I did trade meatballs with my grandmother" Alika wrote.

"Which area?" tanyakanya.

Alika also sent a location share to Kenzie, there is hope that occasionally Kenzie will stop by his meat shop. He could introduce Kenzie to his grandmother. Perhaps for another woman, she would be ashamed to say her job if she was just a street vendor meatball. However, not with Alika, he is very proud of his work. Simple and always honest. For him a pride to work, moreover it was his grandmother's shop, he was free and no one would scold him.

"I'm close to this location, can I stop by?" kenzie asked, making Alika almost jump. However, Alika forgot something, Dena was still ahead there.

With heavy Alika also wrote a message, "Later noon, yes, now there is no seat, the stalls are crowded. If you wait, it will be too late. What if it was noon? Later I will prepare a place for you," asked Alika with a pouting face. If there's no Dena, maybe right now she'll get back at him for agreeing to Kenzie drop by her meat stall.

"alright. I'll try." Their message ended. Alika glanced at Dena who saw her playing posel and carelessly smiled.

"What he was texting was Kenzie," muttered Alika.

After the grandmother and her mother spoke for about 20 minutes, she finally came back to Dena's car, which had been honking her car. It is clear if he does not like to be around there for long or there are other needs. Again the pain came back to Alika's chest, where the mother was just glancing at her, not greeting her one bit, she was like everyone else in her mother's eyes. Alika sometimes wondered in her heart, whether she was the biological child of the two people who had been her father and biological mother.

However, Alika who has often seen and experienced it, makes him only able to take a deep breath and exhale it.

"I'm a mother's son, aren't I, Grandma?" alika asked as soon as her grandmother approached her.

"You're Grandma's son."