Love Ordinary Girl "Alya"

Meet Mother

"Darling... You're libering today..?" Angga asked as we sat on the porch of my house.

"Yes Ngga.."

"We walk2 yukk..!!"

"Jalan2 to where..?"

"Ke Malioboro, or we're just Al.."

"Ehmm.., I don't want to.."

"Where do you want to go?"

"To your house, I haven't seen your mother in a long time.."

"Butiii..." Angga frowned, he seemed to think.

"But why? Can't I meet him..?"

"By sich... Mmm.., okay.."

"Okay, I'm wearing this shirt, right...? I'll take my bag and say goodbye to my mother first.." I got up from sitting, and walked into the room, picked up the bag. In the living room, I saw my mother sitting watching TV with Hana and Asti.

"Mother.., Alya pamit nggih.., go to Angga's house for a while.." I said while kissing his hand.

"Be careful about it..!! Take care of yourself baik2 yes Al..!!"

Mom's message while rubbing my hair.

"Yes ma'am.., Alya will take good care of herself2.. Assalammu'allaikum's chat.."

"Wa'allaikumsalam..."

I walked over to Angga, and invited him to leave immediately.

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Angga invited me to join his matic motorbike. As usual, I always put the bag in front of the seat, to give the bulkhead. I always do it when I'm with men. Sorry.., that's the habit of an Alya, which might be considered strange...

Angga pushed his bike fast, sometimes he asked me to hold on to him, but this strange habit of mine, always refused. Finally Angga relented and drove his motorbike at medium speed.

Not for an hour, we arrived at Angga's house. A house I visited a few times.

"Look Al.., go inside..!!"

"Yes Ngga.." I answered while walking after him.

We reached the living room, looking like a middle-aged mother was watching TV.

"Mother.., sought after Alya.." Said Angga to the mother. He then turned his head towards us. His eyes seemed to be glazed over looking at me. Without me noticing, Angga's mother ran towards me. She hugged this body tightly.

"Son Alya... Is this really you, son??"

"Yes ma'am, this is Alya..." I asked him, there was a sense of haru that enveloped our meeting.

His body looked thin, his face seemed to bear a deep sorrow..

"Mom..., don't tell Alya 2..!!" Angga said half a whisper.

"Al.., I'll stay a while, okay...?"

"Where are you going?"

"Buy Al's snack, you want what nitip..?"

"No nitip apa2 Ngga.."

"Hey.."

Angga walked out of the room, where my mother and I were in the living room.

"Yok son, sit down..!!"

"Yes mom.. How's mom..??"

"Very bad Al.., huhhhuhu.."

He answered with a wrenching cry. I hugged Angga's mother, trying to calm her down.

"Mother.., tell Alya what really happened all this time..!!"

"But surely Angga will be angry son.., hhuhu..."

"Mom.., do not be afraid of Angga, In shaa Allah Alya will try to help ease the burden of mother.."

"Okay son., I'll tell you Al.. Actually four years ago, Angga was married to Ratna. They had a beautiful child, Salsa by name. Their son is now four and a half years old, because before marriage, Ratna was pregnant. Two years ago, Ratna went to Bandung, the home of her parents. Ratna left because she could not bear to see the behavior of Angga who often went home at night and brought other women home..."

"Then how's their son mom..??"

"Salsa's mother took care of Nak, the little girl was playing to the neighbor's house..."

"Pity of Salsa, ma'am.." I could not feel my tears dripping, hearing the story of Angga, and his unhappy little family. I steadied myself to help her (the mother of Angga), so that Angga and Ratna would unite, out of pity for the fate of Salsa, their baby.

"Mom, Alya will try to persuade Angga to bring Ratna back to this house, for Salsa's sake..."

"But son.., how about Anga wrath?"

"Mother, just calm down.. Angga will not be angry, Alya will talk to the heart2..."

"Yes Al.. I trust you, son, thank you, Al.." Say it while kissing my forehead. I felt the warmth of affection from this poor mother.

"More..." I heard a little girl's voice outside the house. He ran to the living room, looking for his messenger.

"Uti.., that was Salsa ridiculed teman2.., hiks.. They say Salsa has no mother.." The little girl cried to her head.

I approached the girl, and stroked her hair. Maybe he was surprised, then his innocent eyes looked at me.... I smiled at him too..

"Aunty who..?"

"Tante, friend of Salsa's father.. Don't grieve..!! Soon your mother will return to this house.."

"Really.., tan...tante..??"

"Dear, my aunt will tell me to dad, so I'll pick up mom soon..."

"Thank you aunt.."

"Yes dear.., here hug aunty..!!" Salsa hugged me very tightly...

"Yuks we wait for Dad while watching TV..!!"

"Okey aunt.."

"What movie does Salsa like..?"

"Marsha.te.."

"Every pretty boy, sitting sweet beside uti ya..!!"

"Good.te..."

I again feel there is an incision in this heart. But I have to stay strong, and believe God's plan is the best. Ach.., could this be his answer.. It has led me to choose no more wrong love...