Mom's Not a Prostitute
Go home
He understands the economic problems that never depart from their lives, but did not expect Mother to be willing to sell herself.
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The hatred did not completely disappear, only slightly softened after being watered by the ban from Ustazah Qhumairah. Today, after four solid years in establishment, Tiara decided to go home. He'll meet Mom, look back at the face he once so admired. Even after that, he will continue to live his present life. He just wanted to make Mom more calm after seeing her condition is fine. He is not ready to return to coexist with the reality that made him spur the step as far as possible four years ago.
Yesterday, Tiara specifically asked Rama for permission not to enter work for three days. Of course the adorable black youth immediately put on an unpleasant look, as if he would not allow it. In the end it just passes without saying yes or no. Tiara means "iya". In fact, deep in the heart of the young man with short hair, he was eager to drive Tiara home with his personal car. Given his performance that never disappoints, of course Mr. Hadi will allow if he really wants. But the edges are still the same as before. His position as a supervisor showed a cold attitude more dominant than the sincerity of the heart of someone who loves to help. The young man was too lousy to simply find the opening words that might be able to start a new chapter in his life. A love that he has long been loving.
After waiting for about an hour, waiting for the passengers to be full, the panther car that was boarded by Tiara began to drive slowly leaving the Independence Pioneer Road—region of the cross-county public transport car base. Tiara deliberately chose a place on the edge, in order to freely enjoy the gust of wind. If not, he gets drunk easily. Especially if the passenger is really full as it is now. From behind the windshield of the car, the round-faced girl glared outside. The semi-permanent kiosk buildings that line the street are increasingly moving in the opposite direction, as memories of the past are twisted back.
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The culmination of Tiara's gloomy days at school coincides with graduation day celebrations. They were asked to come with their parents to attend the release of students of State High School 5 Watampone class 2013 which was coupled with the announcement of the best graduate students and various other accompanying events. The field that is usually used for the flag ceremony every Monday is fitted with a tent and decorated in such a way. Early in the morning, the tent was filled with happy faces. Relieved. After three years of struggling and succeeding through the challenges at that school. Tiara arrived about 30 minutes before the event began. He was wearing a green kebaya that was deliberately presented with Mother's clothes. Today, Tiara intends to affirm, that she is fine. Whatever spiky news was sped up lately. Evidently, he seemed calm when the entire pair of eyes highlighted his arrival starting when descending from the angkot. Tiara walked while holding Mom's hand. It's a form of resistance.
Nahash. Among all that, Cika had prepared the ultimate weapon. Immediately he spread a video of Mom in action on stage with an erotic dance candoleng-doleng*, at a wedding reception. I don't know where else Cika got it. No wonder, he had money and easily paid anyone to record the scene. Tiara remained seated quietly, although the laughter of those around her was much more disturbing than the start she had come. In Tiara's heart wondered, what exactly video were they watching on their respective phones? Why that shit? The curiosity was answered after Linda— one of the friends who now choose to stay away from him— approached and showed the video from his phone. While Tiara just frowned, still did not understand the purpose of the fun video. His pair of eyes bulged later, his chest suddenly tightened. His whole body was limp, not even having enough strength to just hold Linda's phone for longer. He returned before dropping an object that was considered very luxurious for the size of himself. Tiara tried to dodge, just like she had managed to do all this time. But this time it's different. The woman who is showing off the aurat in the video is really Mom. Tiara failed in her attempt to remain calm. The video had successfully messed up his heart and mind. Laughter all around him pierced his eardrum. He ran away, running as fast as he left the tent. Her tears are flowing uncontrollably. He stopped the transport on his arrival at the side of the road, before Mom could catch up with him. He left Mom and the graduation celebration that had not yet begun.
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Tiara began to get dizzy when the driver decided to stop at the Cijantung Restaurant so that he and his passengers could take a short break while enjoying the lunch menu. Thankfully. Tiara can wash your face to refresh yourself. The restaurant that is still in the Maros Regency area is indeed the most crowded visited by those who are traveling Makassar-Bone.
Tiara thought back. On the day of the escape, he also stopped by for lunch at this place. Four years did not bring any changes to the restaurant which is touted as the midpoint of Makassar-Bone.
I don't know what thoughts inhabit Tiara's headroom and decide to run away from reality on that day. Everything was too chaotic and difficult to decipher with words. In the end, after days of avoiding Mom because of the appearance of the video, Tiara decided to speak carefully. That night, he could not sleep at all before getting the desired explanation. Tiara was silent in the front room, waiting for Mother who passed midnight not to come home either. After waiting for almost two hours, Mom appeared from behind the door. His tired face was still wrapped in the remnants of menor makeup that began to mix with sweat. So a little weird.
"Aren't you asleep, son?" Mom looked surprised to find Tiara waiting for her.
"You talk to me for a second, Mom!" Tiara spoke softly after taking a long breath.
While wondering inwardly, Mother quickly sat face to face. They were escorted by a long table made of rattan. Mom waited for Tiara to make a sound first, while putting a tote bag on the seat next to her then removing the jacket she was wearing to ward off the night wind.
"So all this time Mak ma*candoleng-doleng?" Tiara's voice shook.
Mom gasps. Whatever he was doing was completely stopped. Sculpting. Silence slipped between them.
"Yes," said Mother after taking a deep breath to normalize the heartbeat in the chest that was suddenly racing unnaturally.
Tiara's heart slipped into the deepest trough to hear that answer. Her tears were falling without being prevented.
Mother was not able to issue a single word as a refutation in order to maintain the integrity of her daughter's heart. Only the tone as he listened to became clearer in breaking the silence of the night. His hands are squeezing each other. Many things raged in the chest, but none of them could speak. There is no intention of martial arts. He was just afraid that his son's attitude would change after this.
This reality is similar to an anesthetic that travels rapidly throughout the Tiara nerve. It made him lose his ability to move for a while. In fact, just letting out tears it feels like it is not able to. His gaze glared blankly. And uninvited, something began to sprout in his heart. Acute disappointment, even resembling hate.
Tiara chose to lift her foot first from the gripping atmosphere. The sound of her foot clattering ended with the slamming of the room door that made Mother flinch. Mother's heart was getting less and less clamorous afterwards. Now, he himself, allowed himself to dissolve in a situation which he himself found difficult to understand.
Tiara didn't sleep that night. He thought hard how to deal with the reality. He understands the economic problems that never depart from their lives, but did not expect Mother to be willing to sell herself. He was honored to accept the work of the mother as a single organ biduan who often appeared in mini clothes, but did not stop thinking of the woman who had given birth to it until she dared to demonstrate the action of candoleng-doleng. This does not necessarily make Tiara immediately blame Mother. He just wanted to get away from that situation.
The morning sunlight just fell and brought warmth to the surface of the earth. Tiara finished packing the items she was about to bring to her grand plan this time, when Mother knocked on the door of the room while hailing.
"Tiara .. go to pintuta*, son!"
Tiara. Not at all intending to answer, let alone open the door.
"Looking to the market, son. Already* I'm cooking fried rice. It's under pattongko*."
Hearing that Mother was saying goodbye to the market, the determination that made Tiara contemplate all night was getting rounder. He chose to leave the house instead of having days that would not have been as easy as before. He has no clear plan and purpose. He just wants to disappear immediately.
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Foot note:
*slut. Mention for erotic action displayed by single organ biduan at wedding receptions and such. Sometimes they do not hesitate to show their breasts before midnight, after the party is dissolved. This dance is accompanied by dugem music without singing, but a sigh that seems deliberately made to invite the lust of the men. For in the Makassar area and surrounding areas, this kind of show was rife in the 2000s.
*Grab in Bugis log which means to do.
*Ta articles on typical Bugis accents indicate belonging or belonging. This paticle is used to reward the interlocutor. Speak politely.
*Typical articles in the Makassar dialect are often included when speaking Indonesian. Generally, this particle serves to affirm the word it is attached to, and has absolutely no meaning if it stands alone.
*Tudung.
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