Miss Yeti is No Ordinary PSK

Motherhood

It was almost morning, when the car carrying Yati and Grandpa arrived at the hospital, where his mother Yati was being treated.

The Grandfather, immediately invited Yati, to meet the hospital publicist, who had contacted him. He wanted to ask, what happened to his woman, so that it could be in a critical state, as he reported.

After meeting with the public relations and doctors at the hospital, it was discovered that Yati's mother tried to kill herself, by banging her own head, on the wall in the room. This was because both of Yati's mother's hands were tied, so she couldn't do anything with her hands, thus banging her head only.

"How about you just untie her hand?" yati Nosi, who is very worried about her mother's circumstances.

"We were afraid, if his hand was used to strangle his own neck, ' replied the publicist.

"Now how is he?" asked Grandpa, flatly. He no longer knew what his woman was going to do, to seek the attention of the people.

"He had a nursing room, and was asleep because of the sedative effect."

The Grandpa and Yati, breathing a sigh of relief, heard the answer from the hospital publicist.

"Can we see it?" tanya Yati, who was impatient to meet her mother.

"Let's take us back."

Now, they all came out of the public relations room, to go to the medical treatment room, where her mother Yati was treated there.

"How can you take her Kiara, if your mother is in such an unstable state like this. I'm not sure if you can handle it. With so many experts here it's like now, how only with you, who don't know about psychology."

The words that came out of Grandpa's mouth, not denied by Yati. Inwardly, Yati confirmed the words of the Grandfather. He does not know anything about the soul of a person. He became afraid that while on the way back to Indonesia, his mother experienced something unwanted.

"Then, when is the cake?" asked Yati who was feeling desperate, with her mother's condition.

"Wait for him to be somewhat stable, and be able to communicate, ' replied the Grandfather, giving an opinion.

But it seemed that Yati did not feel happy, because that time could not be determined when it happened. There is no way in the near future, for his mother is in the same condition, as said by the Grandfather.

Now, they had all reached a glass-enclosed room, where it appeared that her mother Yati was asleep quietly. Nurse in charge, outside the glass room.

"Can I come in?" yati asked, with the intention of asking permission to be able to see the condition of her mother directly.

Doctors and publicists could not answer quickly. The two of them, discussing for a while, only then answered a question from Yati.

"Please" said the doctor, after a brief discussion with the publicist.

Yati smiled in relief, as she was allowed to enter into the glass chamber. He felt very happy, because he met his mother again, although now with different circumstances than last night.

Yati went into the glass room by herself. Carefully, Yati walked over to her mother's bed.

His mother appeared to be asleep with her forehead wrapped in bandages. There are blood red stains, which are mixed with liquid medicines, given by doctors and medics at this hospital.

With trembling hands, Yati touched her mother's cheek. Just this time, he could get that close to his mother, who could not give any reaction, because in a state of deep sleep, as a result of the sedative given to him.

Now, Yati touched her mother's forehead. Groped the wound on his forehead, due to the impact, which he did on the wall of the hospital room. Where he is usually placed.

Yati took the chair, not far from her mother's bed. He sat down and held his mother's hand.

"Mom. Your son's. The kid you've been looking for, all this time. The child who was taken and forcibly separated from you. Don't you feel this longing, Mom? I'm my son, ma'am" said Yati, to her mother, who was still sleeping.

Yati's tears, dripping down without her being able to prevent. Those tears, coming out just like that, along with the feelings of his heart that he could not express.

There is a sense of happiness, sadness, disappointment and pity, seeing how his mother had to experience such depression.

But Yati also felt grateful. Because not necessarily he is in a state of good, if there is near his mother, and not discarded by the Grandpa.

It could be, if he was with his mother, he would also experience the same thing as his mother as well. I was depressed by everything Grandpa did.

Or maybe he's been a vagabond his whole life.

Yati could not imagine if all that happened. And he became grateful, because it was met with a kind Minah mbok.

Yati also felt grateful, because she was willing to accept an offer from Mr. Akihiko, to accept a contract marriage with Mr. Ginting, which turned out to bring himself to the truth about his secrets all along.

Things he can not get from mbok Minah, although mbok Minah also has been caring for him since the baby.

And it turns out, the mystery and secret, only Yati knows, from the tortuous journey of her life, and unnatural as in most people.

Now, he is determined to quit the geisha world, which he has been living in, if his mother can recover and he can also find the whereabouts of his father, whom he has not been able to find. Although he had already gotten information about his father, from Mr. Andre.

Yati felt her mother's hand twitch slowly. He immediately turned his attention from his hands to his mother's face.

But apparently, his mother has not realized the influence of tranquilizers. His eyes were still closed and there was no movement from the rest of his body.

"Mom. Did you hear my voice?" yati asked her mother, though she did not feel sure, if her mother listened to her voice.

Because Yati's hand was still holding her mother's hand, she could feel the slightest movement, from her. It was a sign that, Yati's mother, could hear the voice and all the words spoken by Yati earlier.

With a happy smile, Yati tightly gripped her mother's hand. "Mothers. Bis_mom can feel my presence. I'm-I'm your son Mom. I'm Yati, Yati who as a baby was separated from you." Yati said, with a trembling voice.

Various kinds of flavors, which had been felt by Yati, now felt increasingly inflamed. He could not stem anymore, the crying and sadness that was on him.

Yati nodded while looking at her mother's hand. His eyes were blurred, as tears kept flowing from within his eyes.

So many things, which Yati cannot express.

To be sure, Yati is determined to look after her mother, although she has to settle in Singapore, for a while, until her mother is able to return to stable, then allow to be taken on a long trip, he said, to bring him back to Indonesia.

From the glass outside, the Grandfather and the doctor, along with the publicist of this hospital, saw everything that was going on inside there.

They all, just look, how Yati, to be able to communicate with her mother.

But they all also do not know, if the woman, has made movements on her hands, and does not fully fall asleep.

They all did not know, either, what Yati said, to her mother, who knew nothing about her.

But everyone also did not know, including with Yati himself that, his mother could feel something different, when there was a hand that was holding his hand, in a state of sleep as it is now. Because of that woman, she could not open her eyes easily.

There was something he could not do, because of the sedative effect, making his eyes feel heavy when he wanted to be used to see, who was the person who was currently nearby, and also invite him to talk.

Everyone, including Yati herself, never knew what happened to her mother.