Nadira (forgotten)

*Energy Transfer

Panic.I and Satya panicked. Satya immediately cleared everything.

Om Satya immediately ran and hid in my wardrobe.

While I was neutralizing the body first due to the shock earlier, I quickly opened the door to see who was knocking.

"Mbok Siti" said me relieved, huuuh make this heart spot.

"I'm sorry to bother neng, here's the mbok want to eat. From morning non have not eaten, right?" Said Mbok Siti, I see in her hand there is a tray containing food and drinks. But unfortunately my stomach was full had spent the food brought by om Satya. But if I don't accept it, Siti will continue to persuade me.

"Yes, thanks mbok" I took a tray from Siti's hand and brought in after saying thank you.

I knocked on the closet door, gave a code that the situation was safe.

"It's safe" I whispered.

Om Satya came out, his sweat poured out to wet the shirt he wore. Hahaha it's funny, uh but pity is real.

"Who?" ask Satya

" Mbok Siti, um" I replied

" Tuh bring food, because from yesterday I have not eaten om"

Not pity me, but Satya even shook my head. Asem really is a person.

"Oh om, this head is not a balloon" I said

"Yes" I answered with my head,

Om Satya approached and called me, I spilled all the remaining tightness. Having a place to spill all the grievances turned out to be happy too. There's a place for me to lean on now.

"Thank you for being in my life om hiks.hiks.."

my words are accompanied by a stuffing that has been a little hoarse.

"Om who is grateful, you have been strong to last this long. You are a tough woman, baby. You deserve to be her son Anjani" said om Satya stroking the top of my head affectionately. It is heartwarming to have a family that accepts us wholeheartedly.

"Tell me about Anjani's mother" I asked, because honestly I don't have many stories from papah or grandfather, let alone grandmother, almost never told about Anjani's mother. It seems like grandma does not like Anjani's mother.

Then om Satya told me everything, from his childhood, school, to his mother migrated to this city. All the events are told in as much detail as possible. Truly, Anjani's mother is a tough woman. He was willing to finance the lives of his grandmother and om Satya until the economy changed for the better.

"I'm amazed by mom, she's so tough. I'm going to be like a tough, strong mother" I said excitedly

Then continue the story of the life of om Satya and grandmother in the village was not spared in the story until it did not feel the time was rolling quickly. The sun is sinking, the golden orange has already revealed itself.

"Om go home, baby, take good care of yourself here. If there's anything tell me om. okay" I answer with a steady nod. The presence of om Satya is like transferring positive energy to this body.

Today is like a new power. The spirit of om Satya makes me more excited and has a purpose in the future.

Wait at the right time ...