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POVS. Miras

Three years ago, I abandoned the daughter I had just born.

I was so angry and desperate, because my husband did not leave me a penny or a fortune after his departure to the Khalik.

To punish his first wife Ani, my rival since school, I put my daughter's body in front of his Uncle's house after the night's birthday was over.

My heart and mind were so consumed with anger that I could heartily leave it in front of the house, without caring about the sound of her crying loud enough in my ears.

Right now, my daughter is three years old, and I don't know if Ani is taking care of her or giving it to someone else, I don't care, because to me she is just a burden.

" Assalamualaikum", I said, knocking on my master's door.

Well, all this time I worked as a laundry and ironing laborer in a rich man's house near my house, to support me and my son with the Fauzi stork, my late first husband.

Well, my master is quite fierce, if I am a little late, the big madam will scold me immediately.

Sometimes I get hurt by what he says to me, but to live for me and my son, I have to be patient with the attitude of the great mistress, if one day, I can be a great mistress, I said in my heart.

" Ooh, you are Mira, it turns out you can be on time too!", he said as he passed away after opening the back door of his house for me.

Well, I can't get through the front door of her house, because it can interfere with the comfort of her husband and son, but I know what she means, she's afraid I can grab her husband's attention, she said, because I am so much prettier than her, I murmured in my heart.

" Yes Ma'am, I wasn't too busy this morning, because I didn't take my son Akbar to school, now he can go alone to school on foot" I said as I followed him.

" Ooh, thank God that your son is diligent in school even on foot, but if you want, in the warehouse behind, there is a used bicycle, your child can use it to go to school, but if you want to, in the warehouse in the back, there is a used bicycle, your child can use it for school, because it is still worth wearing ", he said while sitting on the dining table chair.

" Thank you Mom, later I will take it to my house, Akbar will definitely be happy to see the bike" I said while ironing at the available place.

Tumben, today's great mistress was kind, did not scold me and wanted to give my son a bicycle, even if it was just a secondhand, nothing, I said in my heart while smiling to myself.

" All this time, I scolded you for being late, because I didn't like people who couldn't be disciplined. How can we be successful people, if we cannot manage ourselves ", he said while eating cassava chips on his plate.

Means I live destitute like this, because I am not disciplined with myself, is it true so yes, I asked in my heart.

" But there are some people whose lives are destitute or suffering, because of the results of their own actions, often doing evil to others, also called "Karma", what you plant, what you plant, that's what you reap" he said again.

I was shocked to hear that word. Is it true that I am undergoing Karma for my evil deeds to Ani and my daughter, I ask again in my heart while continuing to do my work.

" Later finished ironing and washing dirty clothes, you just go home from the back door, just take the bike directly in the warehouse, do not pay me again like I'm kayak yesterday", he said as he got out of his seat and went to his bedroom.

To be honest, I was curious about her husband, why would he marry a chatty woman like Mak Lampir that, if his eyes were blind time yes, sexy ga, mediocre face, what, has her husband been very warm times yes, so want to be with her, I murmured in my heart.

Finished ironing, I immediately washed the dirty clothes, which were in the laundry that was near the kitchen.

After doing all the work, I went straight to the back door, according to the orders of the big lady, and all of you took the used bikes in her warehouse.

I was curious about the contents of the wooden cabinet, there might be valuable items in it, I said as I opened the door of the closet.

Apparently, there is only the former clothes of the big lady whose size looks small and can still be used, and fits perfectly with my body size.

I took the initiative to pick up some of my favorite colored stellans, yellow, red and blue.

The big madam may have forgotten about this outfit, it's okay if I take it for myself.

After putting some stellans in the plastic bag in the warehouse, I also left the warehouse by herding a used bicycle that I would give to my son Akbar.

A few minutes later, I arrived in front of my house. I immediately opened the door of the house and went inside while dribbling a bicycle and tote a plastic bag containing the clothes of my former great mistress.

A few hours later, my son came home from school.

" Assalamualaikum ma!", he said in a loud voice.

" Wa alaikum salam nak" I said as I opened the door.

" What else is your mom doing inside?", she asked.

" Mama is cleaning up the house again kok kok son" I said with a smile on her.

He immediately went into his room and changed his clothes.

" Ma, who is this bike for?", he asked in a happy tone.

" Who do you think Akbar is for?", I asked while smiling at him.

" What is this bike for Akbar?", he asked with sparkling eyes.

" Yes son, only Akbar is a mama's boy!", I said.

" It's not ma, Akbar will have a sister, but kidnapped by people, later if Akbar has grown up, Akbar will look for adek" he said while staring at my face.

I was silent to hear his words, until now, Akbar still remembered his brother, I had lied to him, if his grandfather was kidnapped by others, maybe if he knew that I had thrown his adak, he said, he will definitely hate me, and I don't want that to happen, I said in my heart as I looked at his happy face as I got a bike.

A used bike can make him happy like that, let alone a new one, sorry mama yes son, has not been able to make you happy until now.

Time passed. Today is Sunday. Today, I don't work at the big lady's house, because every Sunday, she forbids me from coming to her house.

Today, because my son already has a bike, I asked him to peddle chili chips and peyek beans and peyek shrimp around this housing complex, in addition to our living costs.

Akbar was happy to do so, I am grateful that I have a son like Akbar, who is willing to work hard to help me, even though he's still a kid who should have played more with his friends, but he'd rather help me than play.

Akbar is the most precious treasure to me. Son, I will try to give my best for you and forgive my mother for separating you from your sister.

Seriate...