Love Stifled By Destiny's

Investigating mom

Even though my mother and I have returned to the land of Jakarta, we still rent to spend. Before I won the house, and there was an official signature that I was entitled to all the property, I will not return to my original home which is still controlled by my biological father and stepfamily.

My husband-to-be Iwan has offered to occupy the house he bought, but all that I refuse is subtle, because I do not want to be labeled as a married woman because she only wants her property to be a future wife. Let people know that we are married because we really want to build a household not just want property.

Although still not ready to accept the harsh reality when in this heart still loves Alex, the desire to marry Iwan must still be lived because it is bound by a promise to be his wife.

"Mother ... mother?" call me, every corner of the house.

"Mother? Where are you, mother?" recalls.

"So quiet, haven't you come home yet, have you?" a wonder heart.

It's weird that my mom hasn't been home from selling. The day seems to have started magrib, but mother has not shown herself to go home either. Now the heart began to be overwhelmed with anxiety, with the legs just continuing to move left and right, because of worry when he had not returned home too.

"Where are you now, why haven't you been back? Could something happen to him? Really weird? I wish I'd never been home this late?" My nervousness was mixed with anxiety, which was now waiting for him in front of the porch.

A minute .. two minutes .. up to a few minutes time has run fast.

"Assalammualaikum," my mother's voice said a greeting.

"Goddessalam" I answered.

"Thank God, you're finally home too, Mom!" a relieved heart.

Immediately this self ran to him by hugging his body.

"Mother not pa-pa? How come you're so late today?" I asked while examining his body here and there afraid if there is something hurt.

"Mommy's fine, Amel! Let's go in, "he replied while putting a used sales tool inside the house.

"So, is mom okay?" Imbuhku asked.

"Yes, son!" mother answered by touching my cheek slowly.

"So why is it so late to come home so late, to come home this late?" manya curious.

"I'm sorry for the mother who worried you. Mother had a business with the neighbors for a while" he explained

"Ooh," I replied oh ria.

"Do you have a neighbor's business? Strange really, ngak mama-normally no business but while carrying the tools of his trade. If it is really the same neighbor, is not the merchandise placed at home first, not bad to be taken all? It's really suspicious right now, '" a heart-wrenching murmur.

Day by day my mother's gawagat is getting suspicious. His name is not Amel, if not to find out, what exactly is hidden mother.

"I have to find out what exactly is my mother hiding from me? Why do you always come home late? Wasn't it above two in the afternoon already home from selling? But this time why always run out magrib home by bringing goods to sell? Yes, I have to find out for myself the truth, which my mother is covering up right now," an astonished heart murmur.

Today I asked permission for a full day's leave of absence, so I could find out exactly what my mother was doing. This suspicion is only getting stronger, because the more days he returns home. I slowly followed her from behind. There was no strange activity during his tour peddling his merchandise, until finally he stopped at one of the boarding houses, with the appearance of a man with a face covered with a mask.

"Who is that guy really? I don't think I've ever known that guy? Strange really bergagat mother earlier, like a very familiar with the man?" a troubled heart.

"Haaaah, what's mom doing there, there's no way you have a bustle? Huff, cook anyway? Aah, I can't believe it, no. No. Strange as well, the old mother's cook is so still willing with young men, who are about as beautiful as I am. Astagfirullah, what is entering my brain, so that it has been bad to think of mother," The heart was speaking with a strange taste.

"I have to find out. Let's be clear I need to get close to that house, what the hell is going on?" a steady heart.

As I was overwhelmed with acute curiosity, I slowly started to approach the house and tried to eavesdrop on the door, trying to figure out what was really being talked about?.

I waited for a long time for a voice, but there was no conversation at all, until now trying to circle the boarding house from the right which was likely connected by the kitchen.

"Where's the sale today?" The man's voice asked the mother.

"Alhamdulillah, today quite a lot to buy," said thankfully mother.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm happy too" said the man.

"Have you eaten? Did you cook your favorite food side dish?" mother's voice inside was clearly heard by me.

"Mother? Why did you tell that man to call, mother? Really weird?" the heart that has been touched.

"Yet. I just got home, because I'm out of work for half a day. So it has not been able to cook," explained the man.

"Let's plant some rice first. You eat the same food that you make and bring, "Friendly mother said.

For a few seconds there was no more conversation from them.

"Alex, do you want me to give you a lot or a little?" shouted mother asked.

"What ... Alex? Alex?" this heart murmur is being touched.

"What does that mean? Alex? Aah, did I mishear you saying Alex's words earlier? But I was really not misheard, besides my ears are still fine aka deaf," The heart that continues to rumble.

My confusion grew so much that I stuck this ear closer around the wall with the small window open, to try again to listen to what they were talking about.

"This, son. Eat, the mumpung nasi is still warm," Mother's bargaining hospitality.

"Yes mom, thank you. Alex always bothers me, I'm sorry mom!" said the man was not feeling well.

"Yes, no pa-pa. This is my duty as your mother, too" he said.

"Thank you, mom. Alex just loves you more and more, mom?" Answer the voice of the man inside.

"Mother? The kid? Alex? Is it true what I think and listen to now? No. .. no, this is impossible. Is Alex dead? Is this just a dream that you called Alex? Aaah, but--? But, it's really not wrong that the mother called the man as son and Alex. Is it really in you Alex? But, why does it feel like I still can't believe that it's really you? I have to prove now who the man inside is. Yeah I have to prove who he is, is it really Alex or not?" The heart that wonders again.

I was so stunned to gawk, disbelieving what I was listening to now, the longer their chatter led as a child and mother. This leg began to droop, and the step back and forth a little, a little far from the kitchen window. The body feels a bit hovering around, like it can not support the body itself. The sense of disbelief that Alex might still be alive, as if making the heart so shocked, with a moment felt once stopped detachment. It didn't take me long to try to neutralize consciousness, who immediately wanted to know what was really going on?.