Love Mita

A chance for me

Mita

This morning he was preparing to depart for Jakarta by bus accompanied by Mr. Since last night he kept on fidgeting over the thought of today. The day he meets his foster parents.

The journey from home located in Cianjur to Jakarta takes approximately 3 hours. When he arrived in front of the house whose address was the same as that infused by Mr. Sandi, he immediately pushed the button on the fence wall of the house. Before long, came the men who opened the gates.

''Assalamu'alaykum sir, is this Miss Lia's house? I'm Mita from Cianjur.'' I said to the father who turned out to be the housekeeper of Bu Lia.

''Yes Neng, I'm inside. Please enter.''

I entered a house that was not too big compared to the house in the housing. It seems like Bu Lia is a simple person. Very good this mother, although the money is a lot but looks simple. As soon as I entered the house, there was a strange feeling that I felt. I don't know what that feeling is. In the living room there are displays with distinctive emblems of various countries. Maybe it's the country you've been to I thought. ''Wow a lot, maybe more than thirty countries.'' My inner amazement. On the nightstand, there are family photos with the mother's father and two children. Looks like her daughter's about the same age as me or a year apart. And his boys are pretty - handsome- eh?

''Diminum sir, Neng.'' My daydreams were surprised by the arrival of the guard Father. He also talked to the guard named Mang Ujang. About ten minutes waiting, came a mother with the exact same face as the photo above the nightstand.

''Assalamualaykum sir, this is Mita huh?'' greet her for the first time. A mother figure of about 50 years graceful with her shady smile.

Very cool, Miss Lia, although rich but no arrogance seems the slightest. Lucky for me, the inner Mita is soft. Then he talked, Miss Lia whom he called Mother asked about school and college plans. They also ask how much to pay to the campus when the re-registration later. He was also told to create a bank account to make it easy for you to transfer when you need money, really beyond the common sense like Mita. Though this was his first meeting, but he was very detailed asking needs and giving some advice related to costs that must be sought immediately before the lecture began, because it is close to the schedule of boarding school will be hunted by parents of students who come from outside Bogor. He asked to find a boarding house located not far from the campus, so he could walk to the campus. He asked about what clothes should be used while in college and gave allowance to buy all necessities including buying clothes. It's like your own parents, right? Justjust wonderful.

About an hour of conversation, then I took Mita and Father to lunch. He endlessly expressed gratitude in his heart for getting foster parents as good as Bu Lia.

God, my heart feels like it's going to stop. What is this feeling? I've never felt her mind wince before.

''Brother, adek again why this hour has not come out of the room from breakfast earlier?'' Ask the mother about the man. She's probably about 5 years older than me.

''Ma's Habit, drakor.'' His reply was brief as he took a second to look at Mita, as Mom shook her head.

''This is my biggest son Sir, his name is Rama. Now he works as a financial consultant. If the money problem, Rama money more than me.'' Obviously Mother to my Father. Even though I was just a foster child, but Mom really appreciated the presence of Father, I felt that.

Mother obviously teased Rama. Where maybe a man as young as that money more than his mother who is a lecturer who even sent people's children. Just be right. The person being talked about simply replied ''Must dong.'' laughing grinning, funny too. eh eh?

Oh his name is Rama, the man who is being talked about is smiling towards the Father. When Rama saw me, I looked down. I was afraid that she would see my face that was like this boiled crab because I felt the heat not clearly attacking my body. Hareudang.

''I'm going to the room again Ma, sir sorry I stayed.'' He said while holding a glass filled with water and then went to his room. It didn't feel like 14:00 we went home, didn't forget to thank you for what Bu Lia did for me.

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