Knitting Wounds Extreme

A unique emotion

The atmosphere this evening felt different, when Maya had just finished cleaning herself. Desau wind that enters through the window vents, enough to make Maya feel increasingly cold. Moreover, the wet hair of the woman after shampooing, adding a fairly stinging cold impression to the bone.

After returning home from the beach this afternoon, Maya came home, still greeted with a flat face Mom. Maya herself talks more, and tries to unravel the feuds and tensions created. Maya will not immediately give up just like that, to make the mother open her heart again for her.

"Mom, what are you doing?" ask Maya, with a pinch of hope for her mother to answer as usual. He just did not want to, silent continuously to make it and the mother, look like a stranger.

"Cooking dinner," Fatma replied later, briefly.

"Let's help, let me help you," bargained Maya who then grabbed a knife to cut the beans.

The kitchen atmosphere was silent, Fatma who remained silent and only answered only if her daughter asked, also Maya who was silent a thousand languages. Myriad disappointed still Fatma felt, her anger was also unceasing.

Until the food almost served, the sound of knocking on the door, made Maya walk slowly towards the door.

Reno's figure appears, carrying a parcel of fresh fruit that he carries. The man walked alone from his home, spreading a charming smile, like Zeus treading on earth.

For a moment Maya was stunned, more precisely mesmerized at Reno's fresh yet handsome look. In silence and teary eyes Maya remembers, Aditya's shadow as a teenager was once, much coveted.

Damnit. Even in this situation, Maya's mouth that speaks hate, in fact the brain is still reminded of Aditya.

"Hi, good night, Maya," Reno said, making Maya aware and misbehaving herself.

"Night, Reno. You came for real, apparently? Let's go in, sorry this house is small and simple. Hope you feel at home to come here," said Maya while smiling kindly.

"Thank you," Reno replied with a happy smile. The man's eyes twisted, combing the contents of the room neatly arranged and clean. What a beautiful home design, as beautiful as the person. Inner Reno.

"Mom, Mother, there's a new neighbor coming to visit," Maya calls her mother with moderate intonation. Maya's smile is so warm and full of sincerity, far from the word falsehood as Reno often gets from all female friends.

Fatma came out, with a step. The woman who had indeed seen Reno several times unintentionally, blinked her eyes.

"Mom, we've met up ahead, I'm Reno, the owner of the blue-painted house next door," Reno said.

Fatma smiled gently motherly. The woman welcomed Reno's arrival as her guest and neighbor. But why does Reno seem to know Maya?

"Call me Miss Fatma, son Reno. Come, please sit down," Fatma asked as her hand pointed at the not-so-fancy sofa, "have you known Maya?" ask Fatma then.

Fatma's sharp eyes glanced at her daughter who looked down.

In Maya's heart, her mother must have misunderstood her and thought she was flirting with Reno. In this angry condition, the problem will spread everywhere, and Maya will always be wrong even though Maya does not move. Maya Hapal was right how the nature and character of her mother. Never mind moving, even breathing can be wrong in the eyes of Fatma.

"Yes, this afternoon when Maya and her son went to the beach" Reno replied later.

"one's self. Papa and Mama are gone, Sister is also married and follow her husband live in the capital. Sorry, I'm lonely at home when I get home from work, which is why I play here" Reno politely replied.

"All right, no problem. I'm glad you visited. Sorry, but the house is a mess. Come often and think of your family here too. Oh yes, let's have dinner with us," Fatma asked, the woman glanced at Maya who was just silent, "Maya, call Gavin. Time for dinner."

That's how the atmosphere tonight was created. The presence of a new neighbor named Reno, makes Fatma inevitably talk more often to Maya. There was a flash of an interested gaze that Reno showed, as she looked at Maya.

A worry, alighted upon the heart of Fatma. He only worries, if Reno falls in love with Maya. No, Fatma won't let.

As the mother who had the daughter of a prostitute, Fatma should have known herself, and slapped her daughter's awareness of how despicable a former prostitute's profession was.

Until dinner is over, Fatma invites Reno and Maya to have a conversation in the living room. As Gavin was, the boy passed into the room to study and sleep.

The conversation is only limited to the environment around their homes, and not far from the name of the cuisine menu. This time Maya also breathed enough relief, when she saw her mother began to improve her attitude to her.

After the clock shows at eight o'clock in the evening, Reno bails home. Maya and Fatma are also quite happy, as they meet people as good as Reno.

Upon arriving home, Reno did not immediately rest, but the man was thinking about many things, about Maya who called herself, pregnant out of wedlock.

The man doesn't even know that Maya is a former prostitute. The prostitute who repented.

"You're beautiful, Maya. If your past makes you feel like you don't deserve to be friends with me, don't worry, I won't take any of it. Can I get close to you? Not only do you look like my late girlfriend, but you have something that makes me feel like I can shake when I look into your beautiful eyes" Reno said.

It's hard to believe. Losing a lover a few years ago, makes Reno feel numb, to the opposite sex as beautiful as anything. For the first time, the man again felt a unique emotion when he looked at Maya, just staring.

"Does God do you as a substitute for Ayunda, Maya? It was only this afternoon, but I felt like I had known you for a long time, good woman," said Reno as she swiped her phone screen, which showed a portrait of Maya this afternoon, a portrait she had secretly taken.

"Why am I being this weird?" muttered Reno again. For some reason, he suddenly became a fool.

A sense, maybe it will not appear if God has no purpose in it. There was a hope that suddenly entrenched in Reno's heart.

The man was thinking, maybe this is the way God showed him, to be happy. Through Maya, Reno hopes that the wounds caused by loss, Maya can treat.

Reno would never even care at all about Maya's dark past. Who Reno wants, whoever and whatever the woman's past has ensnared him, Reno must get her heart.

Let's look into the future and beyond, will Reno still be willing to accept Maya with a broad heart, if you know that Maya is a former prostitute?

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