Nadira (forgotten)

*Flash back 1

Flashbacks

SATYA POV

Today I have a job outside with Andi, a friend who usually gives me a side job. We do whatever is Halal. Coincidentally we got a job painting a full house, located not far from our village, only 30 minutes away.

After saying goodbye to my mother, I drove my motorcycle up at medium speed. Not good speeding said mother, slow as long as survived he said. Me and Andi both brought a motorcycle, because we brought a lot of work equipment, there were other Andi friends already waiting.

For some reason during the trip my gut feeling was not good, always my mother's mind at home. But I tried to dismiss it so as not to interfere with my work later, just pray that the mother is always in the protection of Allah Swt.

Until the afternoon, the work was not finished, Andi decided to stay, let's not go back and forth he said, and let it be overtime the night to quickly finish tomorrow. I guess because he's more experienced than me.

I'll let you know if you can't come home tonight because the work isn't done and I'll agree. Don't forget I asked my mother and she's fine she said. Thankfully, my feeling was not right.

After praying, we continued the remaining work of making calligraphy murals. This job requires thoroughness and skill. Of all I have not mastered this mural, so I will only help to be Andi's assistant for this work.

It didn't feel like the day was changing, and the job was done. After making payment according to the agreement in addition to the bonus from the homeowner, because he said our work is satisfactory, it is common for us to get such a bonus, because every job we always do our best.

Me, Andi and the other guys rushed home. When I got home, I kissed Mom's hand and I hugged her. Yes indeed I admit I am a boy who is very close to his mother, I am not ashamed to admit that I am very close to my mother.

The days I spent with college and helping my mother keep the stall, even though there was someone who helped my mother but I still intervened alone if there was a chance.

Whether there is no wind, there is no rain, suddenly Miss Rina, the late father-in-law of Anjani came to visit our house. Until he handed me a thick brown envelope that I believed was money.

"That's money for mom, I think it's enough to fill your mother's life and improve your standard of living, but never come back to town and see a nice kid" said Ms. Rina

"Let's just say we never knew each other" he continued

It surprised my mother, and so did I. Wanting to get angry right away and throw the money at his arrogant face. But I didn't do it, 'cause mom wouldn't like it.

My mother refused it, of course,

"I'm sorry and thank you mom, but I can't accept this, my granddaughter is priceless so never put a price on my granddaughter and I'm grateful for what I have now,so please use the money for a more useful" said the mother at that time, very wise I think by giving the arrogant woman such an answer.

Miss Rina's face was like not liking to hear the mother's answer and immediately took the money again and passed away without any greetings or anything.

Arrogant human being I said in my heart.