Nadira (forgotten)

*amm Satya?

You just need to improve your quality.

Not to lower your pride.

Focus on your strengths, not on lamenting your shortcomings.

Everyone has advantages.

Don't be discouraged.

You are Great.

Since our meeting with the big boss yesterday, my heart has been happy. It turns out that I still have another family, I still have a grandmother and Satya. Although in this house I have a complete family, there are grandparents, papah and mamah Devi added my sister Mita. But I always felt lonely, alone. Added to the heavy affection, making me feel increasingly marginalized.

But now I'm happy, I still have another family that turns out they've been looking for me but never met.

Whether it's right or wrong, but from the photos and the evidence I'm pretty sure they're the family of my mother, Anjani.

Flashbacks

"What is this sir?" I looked at the green map in my hand

"Read on!" sound the orders firmly.

I opened it and I read it.

Somehow these tears just drip, is it true? is this not a dream?

I looked at the face of the middle-aged man in front of me, then he nodded in response.

God, I still have my mother's family,

Photos of my mother with a middle-aged woman and a young child, photos of my mother with the same woman as a high school child, my birth certificate, my birth certificate,the first photo I was born in his writing and much more.

But there was one photo that caught my attention. A picture of a mother with a stranger, a stranger,

Ah yes, the man is like a handsome version of Satya sir, because in the photo it looks still skinny flat, not like now with his sturdy body, but with his sturdy body, the burly muscles were clearly depicted on his shirt and were in the perlente style as they are now hehe.

I lifted up the photo I meant earlier and showed it in front of the boss sir

"You should've met him in front, right?" he continued again with the question added.

"So he's Satya sir" I said, but apparently still can be heard by the boss sir

"Yes you're right, it turns out you're good at recognizing someone's face"

Eh buset ni the ears are very sharp yes.

Then the door just opened. Standing there, Satya sir, what does he call?? so confused.

I'm still stuck in my place, not making any moves, because honestly still confused, between believing and not believing.If it's true she's my family from mother, why they never met me. Why did he suddenly know that I was his family.

Don't-don't it's just a trick, a mode to get girls like me and then sold abroad, ihh serem.

Mr. Satya stepped closer to me, I had to make sure that he was really my uncle.

"Who's mom's full name?" ask me to stop his steps that are not far from this body.

"Anjani, just anjani" he replied

"Who is my papah's name" I asked again

"Good Sahputra" he answered again with an emphasis on each letter, like a stifled feeling in his chest.

Two of my questions were answered correctly, then I was confused with the other questions, and again all answered appropriately.

As if this body does not respond to happiness in the heart, I hit the body firmly om Satya. ya om Satya because it turns out he is my uncle, the sister of my mother.

Crying in his arms and shedding all the longing for family on him. Om Satya was no less tightly hugged me, felt the shock of his body a sign that he was also crying.

"Why did new people come? why just met me? don't know that I was alone all this time hikzz.hikzz.." My tears broke not because, let clothes om Satya made wet because of it.

"Sorry om dear.. Om late to meet you until you have to feel all the bitterness of your life" not inferior to me, it turns out that om Satya also cried loudly (Kok men melow hehe).

I've finished my crying drama. I let go of Satya's embrace even though she still wants to be held in her arms. I must get an answer why he has only met me now, wherever he has been with the heart to leave me alone with a family that does not like me except the grandfather of Revelation.