Mother To Ananda

CHAPTER 3

A person's character can never be replaced. But a person's disposition can change little by little to get better.

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     Retno sighed, her mind drifting when this afternoon, She got a call from someone who had been very meritorious, giving birth to her into this world. Minarsih, that's the call of a beautiful middle-aged woman, Retno's mother.

     Your father is sick, Cah ayu. Go home!

     A successful sentence made Retno as if she was hit by a big hammer, right in her chest.  Retno bit her lower lip, holding back the cry she had been enduring. A tear managed to slip out of the corner of his eye. He misses his mother's father. Remembering the old body of both parents makes Retno tears more swift flowing.

      What choice can you call a job? You have an intelligent brain, why you are in vain just to teach children who do not understand anything.

     Retno let out a deep sigh, to stop her crying, while recalling the words of her father who strongly disapproved of her choice. It hurt his heart. Retno considers her father too upholding her prestige and self-esteem.

    His father wanted him to be someone who could make a lot of money, by relying on his brain. Doctors, lawyers, judges, three professions that the father wanted.

      Retno did not disagree with her father's choice. But according to Retno, being a teacher is also a very noble job. Teachers teach someone who does not understand what, to be someone who has knowledge. Science will be forever useful. Science can make people a person.

     Can't a Doctor be a Doctor without a teacher? A judge cannot be a judge without the services of a teacher. Lawyers too.

     Retno just does not like her father to look down on a profession just because of the value of the rupiah produced. Not fair, he thought. A teacher, doctor, judge, lawyer, or any other profession is the same occupation - equally noble.

     Retno's fingers moved to dial her mother's phone number. Before the call was connected, he undoes his intention. Retno let out a rough breath.

     "Sorry Retno, Mom. Retno's not ready." A clear thread shot out from the corner of his eye. Retno cried sobbing, feeling tired of her current state. The situation where he and his father are in dispute, until now.

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Initially, Salman intended to go straight home, after he bought freshly peeled bread plus canned milk Ananda's favorite chocolate flavor in a mini market. But what power, man can only plan, God outlines. Salman had to end up sitting with nervousness struck with a beautiful creature named Retno, who was sipping coffee, while occasionally smiling looking at him. Good destiny brings these two people of different sexes together in the mini market.

"It just so happens, sir. I didn't see Dad that we didn't crash." Retno laughed softly considering the actual event was not the collision. Retno who was crouched down to take her favorite fresh bread that was on the bottom shelf, when suddenly she stood up, accompanied by a voice groaning in pain from someone behind her. Someone who is none other than Salman, ended up falling in a position that is not beautiful because it strayed back.

"Once again, I'm sorry, sir." Retno cupped both hands in front of her chest. Salman nodded nervously, receiving a sincere apology from the beautiful woman's tiny lips. Salman also wondered why his movements were always helpless when faced with Retno. Mouth twitching, feet can not stand shaking up and down, hands wet by cold sweat, forehead sweat that may be measured as large as green bean seeds. Fortunately, he survived the sudden rainstorm that hit his entire body. Salman could be arrested. 🌚

"It's not Mom's fault. I was wrong, I didn't see the road. Uh, even a hick." Salman chuckled at the choice of the word "condol" coming out of his mouth.

"Good thing I didn't fall either, sir. If you fall, maybe the scene becomes a ftv kayak that my mother often watches." Retno chuckled small, until her teeth that made her sweet were poking out. Salman held his breath looking at Retno who became even more beautiful when laughing. Even Salman saw around Retno's body was falling flowers - beautiful cherry blossoms, like the scene in the comics he often read.

"Why did I become a rich virgin who just saw a girl anyway?" Salman muttered as he shook his head. Dispelling the flowers - the cherry blossoms of his imagination that are around Retno's body.

"Where's Sir?" Retno frowned softly, hearing Salman's murmur that he did not hear. Salman cleared his throat then shook his head.

"There's nothing - what Miss Retno. I just thought that Mother had also fallen, there must be a back-song that turned rich in ftv that my mother often saw." Salman was impressed by imitating Retno's remarks. Retno also chuckled at the joke of the handsome widower in front of her. His meeting with Salman made him momentarily forget his problems with his father.

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     Salman looked up to turn his gaze to his mother who was sitting next to him. Salman shook his head faintly, his lips attracting a thin smile that was no less faint. "Salman is sincere, ma'am. Salman is just ..."

     Salman is remembering how foolish He was when He abandoned Nanda. Salman is really at the lowest point of his life. Salman saw Nanda as the cause of the death of his beloved wife. Salman becomes workaholic, with Nanda being fully cared for by her grandmother and younger sister. Salman has never set foot in his home again. For him, his small family shelter will only remind his beautiful memories with his wife.

     Three years really almost made Nanda an orphan at such a small age. Countless how foolishly Salman hurt himself, to be with his beloved wife, without thinking of his son who did not even understand the meaning of a loss.

     "Move..." Moms

Ningsih gently stroked her son's head fondly. Salman reflexively turned his head quickly, his eyes looking at his mother fixedly.

     "Where did you get that word from?"

"Dira. Hehe." His mother chuckled softly. Salman snorted in annoyance, because Dira, his sister taught his mother the words of today's children.

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     Salman recalled the conversation with his mother the other day. Is it true that he has to move on so quickly? Does Nanda really need a mother? Is it true that he is getting interested in Retno? Those questions kept ringing in Salman's mind.

     No. gabe... Salman just admires Retno. Not more. He still loves Okta. Salman shook his head, disapproving of the question that kept ringing in his head.

     "Why Sir?" Salman widened his eyes, he forgot that in front of him there was still the beautiful teacher. Retno who saw the absurd behavior of his student's father just chuckled softly.

     "Not what, Mom. Oh yeah, Nanda at school how's Mom?"

     "You're a good boy sir. Passion, cheerful." Retno said it while smiling proudly, her eyes twinkle implying happiness. He always thought that his students were part of his life. His students as his children. He was always excited when talking about his students. Salman who saw him smiled. Amazed at how sincere Retno gave affection to her students selflessly. Is what his mother said true?

     Not replace but destroy. Words - said Ms. Ningsih who tapped into the recesses of Salman.

     "Also a little stubborn."

     Salman smiled at Retno. Nanda's stubbornness is down to his Mama's. The nature that Salman said was also one of the causes of his wife's death.

     "Sir?" Salman knitted his eyebrows together, looking at Retno's face which turned serious. Retno sighed.

     "Nanda also often looks lonely. Several times, I saw Nanda daydreaming after staring at her friends at their mother." This time Salman smiled at Retno. Feeling sad, the only son of his puppet must experience a loss of this magnitude at a very young age.

     Salman blinked his eyes, seeing Retno shed a tear. Retno's heartfelt expression was able to tear down Salman's doubts.

     "Mom, may I have a mobile number Miss Retno?"

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