Miss Your Hugs

Chapter 3

"Mama,” he said softly.

Nisa sat on the edge of her mattress, then she headed to the bathroom to do a mandatory bath, after she finished performing the morning prayers.

The sun had already revealed itself and was beginning to enter through the cracks of the window. The golden color instantly entered, when Nisa opened the window.

Likewise with Nisa, he started his activities at home as usual. Cooking, washing and nothing is missed.

"For me, how are you doing now?" greet his father sitting down.

Nisa immediately poured her warm tea and also prepared breakfast for her father.

"By my son, I feel good, son."

Soon her mother came into the kitchen.

"For mom, do you want breakfast now? we had breakfast together" asked Nisa.

Just like yesterday, her mother was silent in a thousand languages without any intention to reply to Nisa's question, her mother only drank water and returned to her room again.

"Nisa, isn't Nisa working today, son?" Ask dad to melt the mood.

"Nisa comes in at 9 o'clock well,” Nisa said while holding back her tears from coming out.

"Nisa wants to go to the room first want to get ready for work well,” said Nisa.

"Yes son, has Nisa had breakfast?" ask dad.

Nisa shakes.

"Nisa is not hungry yet, Nisa has brought provisions, Nisa eats her at her work."

"Nisa wants to be ready, 9 o'clock less Nisa has to be there."

"Alright, Nisa don't forget to eat after arriving there. Nisa, don't take heart over your mother's attitude son, maybe now she's still getting carried away with emotions.

I'm sorry son, this is all because of me" said his father, feeling guilty.

"Dad, I don't need to apologize anymore, dad's not wrong it's just the past. At the attitude of the mother, the father does not need to worry, Nisa never put in the heart,” Nisa smiled.

"Okay dad, Nisa wants to be ready first. Dad had breakfast first after that dad just rest at home. I can't work today" said Nisa, who couldn't bear to see her father if she had to work, seeing that her father was still a little pale.

Nisa goes into her room, she replaces her clothes giving a little polish on her face then takes her briefcase.

He went out of the room and saw the door of his mother's room which was still tightly closed.

"Mother," she said.

Then he went down to meet his father, to say goodbye.

"Where are you going?" Nisa asked seeing her father ready.

"Dad wants to take you to work, son."

"Dad, Nisa left with friends, she was waiting in front,” Nisa said lying.

“Dad doesn't need to take Nisa, dad just rest, dad's face still looks pale." Nisa.

"Well son, be careful on the road." Take off the jacket.

"Father's assalamualaikum," greeted Nisa while kissing the back of her father's hand.

"Waalaikumsalam son."

Then Nisa exits the house, she walks out to look for angkot, as it costs a little less than an ojek.

However, a few minutes waiting, not a single angkot passed by.

Nisa chose to walk away, because the money in her wallet left only one sheet of twenty thousand fractions.

After payday, Nisa always gives her mother all her paycheck. He left little to buy his needs.

Although not a biological mother, but he still wants to serve his adoptive parents.

Nisa starts down the sidewalk, the hot morning sun makes Nisa a little sweaty.

In addition, he had not had breakfast, making him a little tired. Brukk, he fell and was unconscious.

Meanwhile, at home his parents clashed their mouths, throwing each other's egos.

"What's the matter with Nisa? What's wrong with you? don't you pity to see it. Working from morning till evening, after work he cooks for us."

"Didn't you see the poor boy's kindness!" snapped husband.

"Enough mas! you've always defended him, He's not even your flesh and blood!” his wife shouted not to lose.

So be nice to her or I'll.” Her husband's words were cut off

"Or what mas? Or you'll hit me for the sake of the picker. Just hit it, hit it!!" jerit wife.

"Don't you ever call him a collector again, or you'll receive the consequences!” threaten her husband out of the room by closing the door hard.

Nisa began to open her eyelids, seen the ceiling of the house is layered in a golden color that is so foreign.

"I where? Am I dreaming? Or is this in heaven?" mumbling Nisa.

"You don't dream, son," said the grandmother who was sitting next to her waiting for her to wake up earlier.

Nisa woke up from her sleep and sat leaning on the head of the bed.

He saw such a spacious room, saw such beautiful home decoration knickknacks.

"Why have I been dreaming so weird lately?” Nisa still thinks she is dreaming.

However, the grandmother who was beside him sat smiling hearing Nayla's words and then he pinched slowly Nisa's hand.

"Aw, sick! why did the madam pinch me?" Nisa said as she gently rubbed her hand.

"Hows it? Is Grandma's pinching sick?"

Nisa nodded.

"That means you're not dreaming" said the smiling grandmother looking at Nisa's confusion.

"Yes, I'm not dreaming, where am I? Is this the hostess?” Ask Nisa wonder.

He tried to get off the bed, but he seemed to have no energy.

"You rest first, son, your body is still weak. The doctor has examined you, said the doctor your stomach was empty. Have you not had breakfast?”

Nisa shook her head.

“I have made you porridge, eat it,” he said giving a bowl of porridge.

"Thank you madam, sorry for the trouble. But what happened to me, madam? Why am I at the madam's?" Nisa said in wonder.

“On the way home, grandma saw you passed out on the side of the road. I'll take you straight home to my house.”

"I'm sorry to trouble the lady,” Nisa said.

"It's okay, son, if I may know what you're called? Like you're not a county person here," asked Grandma.

"My name is Nisa ma'am, I live in jl Sudirman, I work in restaurant xx mrs. At that time I did not find an angkot, so I walked to work."

"Oh jl Sudirman. Far enough away want you to walk, my son also used to live there. But, now that there's been no they died in an accident," said the grieving grandmother.

"I'm sorry madam, may their worship charity receive the dose" said Nisa.

He immediately remembered his parents, who died in an accident.

"Amiin, don't call me madam son, just call me grandma. Maybe now Grandma's granddaughter is just like you're great."

"Good nyo- uh grandma means," Nisa said awkwardly.

"Grandmother, thank you so much for helping me! I want to say goodbye, Nisa wants to go back to work, Grandma" said Nisa after finishing her meal and wanted to move on.

"Nisa, son Nisa still pale rest for a while. Grandma's gonna call the restaurant you work at.

Because the restaurant is owned by grandma, so your salary will not be cut," said grandma moved to take her phone in the room.

"But grandma."

"Not think about your work. You just rest first, until you feel good then you can go. It's order!”

Nisa I can only nod resignedly, refusing to be free she thought.

“But, this granny her face is like no stranger,” her inner.

But he forgot to see where he was.

“Maybe it's just the same,” murmured in the heart.

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