Me Vs Flocking Mommy

Chapter 3. Distrusting

The wind rustled gently, making the dried leaves dance in the air. The little birds were jumping on the rods of the thatch, whistling to call their friends to come home. Sunlight appears to be a shade of shade, hiding in the western horizon.

Drrrtt! Drrrtt! Ella looked at the screen of her phone, then put it back in the bag. Drrrtt! Drrrtt! Her phone continued to shake, but Ella still ignored it.

“I can't linger here. They will definitely come looking for me,” Ella muttered. “Pa, I go home first, yes. Tomorrow I come again,” Ella said goodbye to her papa. Her tiny fingers, rubbing her wet eyes. Not to forget he rubbed a tombstone that read the name Avel Erlangga, his papa who had died several years ago.

Ella's little feet stepped out of the neatly arranged burial area, feeling heavy. He still did not want to leave from the side of his long-sleeping papa. This was the first time he had come here alone, unaccompanied by his mother. His emotions, accumulated since last night, finally poured out before the tomb of his beloved father.

Ella stumbled from the cemetery to the highway. A few pairs of eyes from the base of the ojek looked at him strangely. Girls in high school uniforms, coming out of the burial area alone, made them wild-minded. But Ella doesn't care. He kept walking looking for an angkot that took him somewhere else.

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“Down where, Dek?” ask the driver to Ella.

“City forest, Bang,” replied Ella.

“Loh, the city forest has passed since, Dek. Angkotnya only until the front of the campus, abis it turn again,” protest angkot driver.

“Eh, time?” Ella watched the whole angkot. Without realizing it, it turns out only he was the passenger of the angkot. When will the other passengers get off?

“Where, Dek? Want to come with me again princess? But ntar down across the city forest aja, yes,” bargain the angkot driver.

“Eh, no need, Bang. I got off in front of the campus aja,” Ella replied later.

The driver nodded his head. He watched Ella who had swollen and red eyes. “I no longer take a high school boy out of the house, right? He seems to have no purpose, though. Can be said if I am accused of carrying a teenage boy,” the inner angkot driver was anxious.

A little while later, Ella had arrived at her destination. “Ugh, shame so attention gini,” muttered Ella.

The white teenage girl walked with her head lowered. Only he was wearing his school uniform. Moreover, it was now almost magrib. The students who went to college in the afternoon went home.

The boy in high school uniform was sitting under a tree on the sidewalk. The cold air greeted his body. “Huft, as if they didn't find me here,” Ella thought.

Actually he had no purpose at all, exactly the guess of the angkot driver earlier. Ella just felt uncomfortable to go home, after a big fight with her mother last night. She also went to school early this morning to avoid her mother.

“Duh, so remember last night again, right?” fr Ella.

Albert Candra Putra was the mistress of Ghina Delisia, Ella's mother. The twenty-five-year-old is a young entrepreneur who has successfully pursued his career from scratch. The man always made Ella feel comfortable and calm when she heard his voice. His handsome face and sweet smile, reminded Ella of his idol from the Ginseng Country.

Although it is impossible because of caste differences are far away, but Ella never hoped that Albert would know his feelings that have been buried. But who would have thought, Albert actually chose the mother as his prospective companion. Ella hopes to become a secret admirer of Albert. This is not just a love story clapping one hand, but gebetan become a prospective stepfather. Ugh, heavy!

Until the sun goes down, Ella is still sitting under the angsana tree. The campus was very quiet, no more students passed by. The teenager then took his cell phone and contacted someone.

“Halo Aunt. How are you?” asked Ella in a loud voice.

“Healthy aunt, really. How are you doing yourself? I have not played at Bibi's house for a long time said Aunt Sri, the sister of Ella's late father.

“I ... Not okay, Bi,” said Ella honestly. Tears began to pool in her eyes.

“Lho, what's up, son? Tell me about Auntie. You have a problem at school?” ask Aunt Sri.

“No, Bi. It's about mama. Does Aunt know if mom wants to marry again?” asked Ella, teary-eyed.

“Well again? When?” ask Aunt Sri. The woman was shocked to hear the big news from her nephew.

“I don't know when his marriage is. Last night the candidate came home. Aunty can guess who the candidate is?” ella asked half insinuatingly.

“Aunt ngak know. Who the hell?” bibi Sri asked increasingly curious.

“Albert Candra Son,” Ella replied loudly and firmly.

“Albert?” Aunt remembered the name. “Gosh! You mean Al, your employer? That college kid?” exclaim Aunt.

“Iya, Bi. That albert. But by the way, he has finished college,” explains Ella.

“Ya Lord ..” murmured Auntie.

“What according to Aunty?” ask Ella.

Auntie Sri took a deep breath. It's a very difficult question. “What do you think?” Aunt turned her question to Ella.

“I'm sure I don't agree. He is more suitable to be a mama's son, than a mama's husband,” Ella said quickly.

“Surely all of this feels really heavy for you. What is your relationship with your mother now?” ask Aunt worried.

“Last night we had a fight. Then until now I have not spoken to mama,” Ella said.

“Gosh! Later Aunt will try to talk well with your mother. You stay patient, yes. Act as usual with him. How is she also your mother, son,” advice Aunt Sri.

“Ugh, sucks,” grumbled Ella in heart. She was disappointed by Aunt Sri's response, which was not in her favor. He hoped that Bibi Sri would be angry with her mother, and forced to cancel the wedding plan. “What's the mind of adults weird all, huh?” thought upset.

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