Love Without Status

Mother's Name Melisa

Almost afternoon the next day Dika and Melisa just arrived in the village where he said the tomb of Mr. Sasmito the birth father of Melisa.

It is quite difficult also to find an address that not many people know the area, because the area is remote and quite difficult road terrain

" Look like it was my grandmother's house first.I remember the spacious courtyard and the house board.." pointed Melisa at a house located at the far corner of the village,

The house alone beside him is already a garden that is now planted with chilli

" You sure...???" ask Dika to make sure

" It looks like mas. because I also forgot to remember.but we try to go there mas...."

They immediately rushed to the house Melisa was referring to,

Melisa immediately knocked on the door of the house made of wooden boards that began to brittle

" Kulonuwun.." said Melisa slightly yelling.

The door of the house opened slowly, a woman around the age of 50 han came out with a confused face

" Sinten ngggeh...???" ask her with a kenthel Javanese accent

" It's really grandma's house. eee..." Melisa was confused, she even forgot her grandmother's name first

" Any mother, Sasmito sir." continued Melisa who remembered the name of her late biological father.

The woman was more stunned, the strokes on her face more clearly visible, like her the woman was quite astonished and confused

" Who are you...???"

" Please open the answer first.later we will explain.." pinta Melisa who is impatient again.

" Yes right.this is the home of Mbah Sutini the mother of Sasmito. but both Mbah Sutini and Sasmito have long died son. Mbah Sutini about 4 years... my next-door neighbor who since mbah Sutini was sick helped care for him. because he had no relatives... there used to be an ex-wife Sasmito and his daughter have been here several times. but after that there was no news.." said the mother at length.

Melisa no longer has the power to stem her tears, even her one family hope has left her too, it was the last Melisa here when she wanted to enter fourth grade Elementary...and to this day I just came here again

" I'm Melisa buk.. Sasmito sir's son." said Melisa softly while holding her sobs.

Fatimah's mom was shocked,

" Sasmito's son is right...???" ask her to make sure

" Yes buk.we came here to look for the tomb of Mr. Sasmito..." Dika interrupted to help answer, because he saw Melisa was not okay

" Ayooo enter son. ya Allh sorry yes mother does not know.. pangling also because you are already this big...where very beautiful again..."

" Granny is sick." asked Melisa after they sat in the chair knitting the relics of the Sutini mbah.

" Sick old nduk.. pity him no one takes care..you never visit him again.." said Mrs Fatimah.

" Mommy can I ask you something....??? do you know anything about my birth mother...???" asked Melisa expectantly,

Yahh..

He hopes there is a piece of information about his origin, or maybe he can know the reason why his birth mother had to leave him

" Ja..so you just found out...???"

Melisa nodded

" I need to know buk. I'm kindly tell me if you know about the story.." pinta Melisa again.

Dika just clasped Melisa's hand tightly, trying to give peace

" Your mother's name is Resinda.she is a Jakarta girl that Sasmito brought home and lived in the village...Resinda is the son of one of the conglomerates in Jakarta.he said sih his family owned a coal mine in Kalimantan.."bu Fatimah started the story.

" That night came a group of people using a luxurious car nduk.. glazed his car. apparently the most astounding reality makes the family geger Sasmito... Resinda is married and has 3 children. - two boys and one girl...!! anyway you know they fought hard Resinda was forced to return to Jakarta with her first husband..."

" But Resinda died refusing..he still wants to live with Sasmito let alone pregnant their first child..!! I don't know for sure after that what happened.pokonya Sasmito was beaten until battered..."

" Mother also did not know the reason why Resinda chose to leave her rich first husband and left her children... or maybe Sasmito already knows and who is wrong mother also does not know for sure son. mother only know about it. because after your mother gave birth to you... Resinda was forcibly picked up by people wearing black uniforms with black suits.then until now he never came back here again... and the short story of meeting Pure who wants to take care of her baby child is you..."

Finished Ms. Fatimah said, Melisa's tears were running dry, she was constantly crying for the fate of her life...Why is this unfortunate fate...!!!

But there is a little hope for her now.at least she already knows the name of her birth mother, Resinda, maybe a wife of a wealthy businessman who has three children.

He just doesn't know where his real mother lives now

" Thank you for the info buk. I am very grateful. at least I know a little of the origin of myself this.." said Melisa.

" Same son..that's all I can say because I don't know for sure the story is as detailed as it is. Because it's not my business so I don't want to interfere...." replied Fatimah with a smile, pity also see Melisa who is a kara and played by the reality of life

" Oya. nduo if you want to know more about yourself and your parents.try you come to the house of Mt. Martinah....his house is in the front alley.just maybe his family will not be friendly or even do not want to consider you family... because it was long ago Mbah Martinah never wanted to consider mbah Sutini mbakyu his..."

" Why buk...???? what was my family's fault that I ever did...? maybe I can fix it." asked Melisa.

" The reason is simple. because your grandmother is poor.. and Mbah Martinah happens to be married to a same teacher..."

Again Melisa's hope is dashed, she is like a puppet being played by a puppeteer in a drama contest

His life is like a silly drama but painful, like being colonized but there is no one company that captivates him...

Life is sometimes a drama...

" I'll try to go there buk. I just need a little information.." said Melisa weak.

" Oya buk I can ask for another one...???"

" What is nduk...??? if you can, I'll help..."

" Take me to the tomb of the father ya buk. I want a pilgrimage..."

" Morrow morning may be buk... Melisa seems to need a break. her condition is also chaotic.." cut Dika.

" Yes nduk. mas.besok mornings mother among you to the tomb Sasmito.. now rest at your abah this house is always clean because every day the mother is cared for... because the message mbah Sutini. if his grandson never again here then this house is my property..."

" No papa buk.. I just dropped by if here. just hitchhiking for the destination and overnight... I am grateful because my mother took care of my grandmother... "

" Don't hesitate nduk. mbah Sutini is a good person..I used to be helped often as well.." ma'am Fatimah smiled kindly.

" Oya... mas sama gendhuk is married what...???" ask Fatimah who saw Dika very attentive with Melisa

" Yes buk. her plan this month we want to get married. There is only an incident like this when we want to find a guardian for Melisa... apparently Mr. Marjo who had been in the thought of Melisa's real father apparently not who.

Talking to your mother should be concisely dense and clear so as not to cause other questions that are more entrapping

" Ohhh so.. yaudah mother went home first yes..here are two rooms you can rest in each room..do not first room yes..." goda bu Fatimah

" If there's anything or need something mom's house next door..."

" Yes, thank you...."

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