PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER

Part 5's. Love is a Disease

I came home happy today, I opened our apartment door. Mama was happy as it seemed, her lips were smiling at the screen of her phone. Mama is 60 years old she is home alone, she used to be an entertainer, a singer from bar to bar, just an ordinary singer but has acted as the backbone of her family in Kalimantan there. And I was born out of a relationship with someone he knew at work.

Long story short Papa and Mama's relationship was not approved by the Papa family, and be the grandmother who took care of me while Mom returned to work. Mother said she loved my father, they loved each other, she decided not to marry later, even though she was beautiful from the photos of her youth, I inherited her beauty.

I've seen Dad I think a few times when I was a kid and a teenager, but Mom says she lives in Hong Kong, she used to work here for a couple of years from where they met, I hate her even though Mama says she's nice, but I don't understand why Mama loves her so deeply, sacrificing herself for a man who never existed, now I don't care. I don't think she has my life going to be okay, there's Mama right next to me.

“Ma? Really cool?” I said he was sitting on the sofa.

“Udah home? You are rich as well as her smile bright.” I grimaced wide. I sat down and hugged him.

“Ma, I got two big projects Ma. The bonus is big.” Mama laughs. She was the only person close to me, but I was happy to share my life with her. She took care of me, the only old man present by my side, so I believed a woman without a man would be fine.

Mama has said many times I can't think like that, but for example, we've been through all parts of our lives. Biological father? I don't know if I thought he'd just send money, Mama could make money, I could make money. If he doesn't send us, we'll be fine.

“Wih, which is a big project. Do not forget the bonus do not foya-foya all yes, saved also.”

“Iya Dear mom. Now why is Mama smiling?”

“Tata no matter Ma, Tata busy a lot of work. Mama aja rich regular..” Mama used to make me meet her, now I'm a big girl, I don't want to anymore. What to do, what can I expect from his appearance that sometimes not once a year.

“Ta..”

“Tata tired Ma, want to shower first.”

“Ta, Dengerin Mama first.” I left Mama who took a deep breath. I won't listen to him. He asked me anyway I wouldn't want to meet. Make what?!

It was stupid that he wanted to come, I was lazy to meet the person I had to call Papa. He was never there for me, why should I be willing to meet him at all times. We better not disturb each other's lives. Later his rich family thought I would take his inheritance again. Even if I like discounting, I won't beg for her inheritance.

I will not ask to be his family. Enough with myself. I wonder why Mama is so defending Papa.

Maybe because of love? I don't believe in love, love only makes people think illogical things.

Love is a disease.