Not Superwomen
A Piece of Donut
"Mom, sorry. Can I have that?" he pointed at the freshly finished doughnuts sprinkled with refined sugar.
A little girl was wearing shabby clothes, her hair looked in the original pigtail. He's probably about eight years old.
"Byeah, come in" I asked
"But, ma'am." he hesitated.
"Sir papa. Come sit here, it's not good to eat out" I asked
He started to come in and get closer
"This, spent yes. If you still want to, say it!" I said as I thrust out a plate containing four doughnuts and a glass of orange ice.
I do sell donuts, because this is the only skill I have, the only legacy of my late mother. During my mother's life selling donuts, some are in her own pocket, some are in some stalls around the house. Mother-made doughnuts are very tasty and soft, no wonder that many like it. Mother's trading also runs out without rest every day.
She is not my mother, not the woman who gave birth to me. Not my brother, not my relatives. But it was my mother who cared for me and loved me from childhood until the end of her life.
This little girl reminds me of myself 15 years ago.
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15 Years before
One day when the sun was on its peak
"Dira, you wait here yes, do not go anywhere, later the mother will come again to pick you up" said the woman who called herself, mother.
"Yes, mother. Don't you take it long"
"Dear, my mother went to buy Dira's favorite ice cream first" said the mother
Little Dira who was engrossed in his play, only nodded with a smile.
Not felt, the sun had started to return to its quarrel. Garden lights have also started to turn on. But Mommy hasn't come back yet either. The people who had passed by, looked at him in wonder.
"Later to pick me up, you are going to buy ice cream" said Dira cheerfully while pointing at the ice cream shop located across the park.
Little Dira started to get scared, when the park had started to quiet. But he remembered mother's message. To divert his fear, he ate the bread that had been prepared by the mother.
The night was getting late, Dira was getting more and more frightened as a woman sat beside her. The woman was carrying 2 quite large boxes.
"Mother is going to buy ice cream, mother will pick me up" he replied lethargicly.
"The shop has been closed from earlier, but the mother has not come to pick up as well" he said
Little Dira started crying, the woman looked panicked.
"You must be hungry, eat this first" the woman took out a doughnut sprinkled with refined sugar from the box she was carrying.
Dira grabbed the doughnut and ate it voraciously.
"Yeah, come to Mom's house first yuk. You just wait for your mother at home, here it's cold and a lot of mosquitoes" he persuaded
"Let's send a message to the father who sells there, so that your mother's fitting comes, mother can immediately pick up at the mother's house."
Finally Dira wanted to follow the mother home, the house was not so far from the park.
But in fact for 15 years, the woman who called herself Mother, never once appeared to pick up Dira. Even though every day Dira came to the park.
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Flash off
Without realizing it, my eyes began to get wet. I immediately deleted it
"Mother why cry" asked the girl
"No papa, just a glint. Are you done eating? Still want some more?"
The little girl nodded
"Whose name are you? Where's home?" askaku while wrapping a donut ordered by Mother RT
"I'm Mila, Mom. I don't have a house, Mom"
"Can we?! your parents?"
"My mom is divorced, Mom. Mama is married to David, papa is married to aunty maya. But they don't want to, Mila lives in her house. Mila used to live with grandma, but grandma has died" he explained with a sad face.
