SIBURUK LOOKS LIKE AISYAH

I WANT TO MEET ADITYA

Almost an hour-Aisyah spent her time, in the bathroom to clean herself up. It took a little while for the young mother - if she had to clean the black crem, which covered her original skin, until it was completely clean, which again showed her real skin. So exhausting! But he had no choice.

Aisyah threw her pair of eyes at the bed, where her two daughters had already slept. Engraving her little smile, a smile that requisites meaning.

Spreading closet door leaves - reaching out to a floral-patterned pyama set, and wrapping it to its plain body - after removing a towel that hides its tiny body.

The quiet atmosphere that enveloped, when there was no sound of babbling the two daughters, made Aisyah decide to enjoy the night view through the window of her room.

The wind was blown a little hard as the night air burst into the room, through the shutters that he deliberately spread. His face looked far away, staring at the millions of stars that illuminated the clouds that had been covered in darkness at night.

That breath-suffling sounded heavy, when the shadow of the Mother instantly flashed. Longs for a moment enveloped him, to the woman who had presented herself.

"I miss you so much, Mom.. Miss you very much. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for giving you an accidental injury." he muttered, smiling bitterly.

Silent... Silent... Until a few minutes have passed, when the self is increasingly immersed in a longing that is very tormenting.

The gaze of the eye turned, instead of on his pants pocket, where stored his cellphone.

Dipped his fingers, to reach the flat object.

The eyeball was already foggy, while shrouded in doubt,

when the self is just staring, without immediately contacting the Mother. Long enough Aisyah sank into her mood, finally slowly the fingers - began to move slowly there, looking for the nomop Hp the Mother, which she still kept.

Exhaling his long breath trying to push away the doubt, when venturing to contact his mother.

"Hopefully the HP number is still active." muttered Aisyah expectantly, when the piph object had been attached to her earlobe.

Long tones began to sound, when the telephone connection on his mother's mobile number, touched.

He who was not ready, to talk to the Mother again, made Aisyah immediately disconnect the telephone saar just said the word "Hallo!" across there.

"Hp number, Mama! It is still active today."

****

Mama Anita anchored her body on the edge of the bed, with unceasing tears, soaking her cheeks - thinking of her who had no confidence in the words of the princess at the time. Endless regret, that was how he felt right now.

"I'm sorry Mama Aisyah... Sorry Mama. Mama misses you so much. Miss you so much, my daughter! How are you doing right now, Shah? Mama was very sorry, very sorry because at that time, did not believe your words. "he muttered, with sobs that continued to sound.

A long tone instantly rang out on his cell phone, which broke the woman's sad mood.

His hands extended there, reaching out to his HP which was a little far away.

The highlight of his eyes was instantly intense, with the forehead folds increasingly piling up - when his pair of eyes got a foreign number there. And without a doubt, Mama Anita immediately landed her thumb there.

"Call..." Just greeting Mama Anita said, the telephone connection has been decided.

N, why? The urge within the woman was so strong, asking her, to call back the foreign number. His fingers moved over his HP screen, to call the foreign number back.

A long tone was heard on Mama Anita's phone - as seconds passed, the telephone connection was also unanswered. Letting a few minutes pass - Mama Anita decides to call her back.

And when it says "Hallo!" just saying hello there, the clear liquid again piled up in the old woman's eyes - hearing a very familiar voice, for her.

"Dear of it! This is you, Aishakkan?! This is you my daughter, right?" Leading questions were thrown from the lips of Mama Anita, who believed that it was the voice of her eldest daughter.

"Yes Maa...It's Aisyah. Aisyah misses Mama very much, and forgive Aisyah Maa... Forgive Aisyah who has disappointed Mama."

The sobs sounded bitter, and so etched in the heart of the twilight-aged woman, as the word "Sorry!" Heard from his daughter.

"Why should I apologize, son?! Actually Mama should apologize to you, for not trusting you at that time, even though you were telling the truth. Forgive Mama Aisyah... Forgive Mama."

"Yes. Mama knew the truth. And Mama is so sorry. And Mama's very sorry for that, Aisyah! Mama's very sorry, for not believing what you said back then."

"There's nothing to forgive Maa.. I'm sure there will be happiness in all of this."

"Thank you, son! You are a good son. And tell Mama, where are you now?"

"I...." The tone sounded doubtful, when the lips would answer what the Mother asked.

"Mama promise, won't tell anyone, Shah! And Mama also knows that guy's been looking for you all along."

"I am now in Jakarta Maa.."

"Tournaments?"

"Yes. I'm in Jakarta now."

"And how are you? Are you all right, son?"

"I'm fine, so Mama doesn't have to worry about me."

"Thank God Son.. Mom was glad to hear it. Because all this time, Mama's been worried about you."

"Maa, I hung up. We will connect again. I want a wife, because tomorrow I have to go to work."

"All right, boy! And often give Mama the news."

"Sure, Maa.." By directly disconnecting the telephone.

****

The earlobe that had been placed on Sarah's door body, immediately the girl kept it away - after the conversation of the Mother, and her brother ended.

Intending to call her mother-for dinner, Sarah overhears the conversation over her mother's phone, and her sister Aisyah.

"So all this time, Kak Aisyah was in Jakarta?" guma munya's. An evil grin instantly enveloped the girl, as a sneaky idea arose within her.

"I will tell Mr. Aditya this information... And of course, there is a reward. And I'm sure, surely he'll give me a lot of money, because all this time he's been looking for Kak Aisyah." A happy hue shrouded the girl's face, and immediately stepped away from her mother's room.

****

JAKARTA

A new day has returned to greet, when the sun has given her smile, with the presence of singing Birds, welcoming a beautiful morning.

Even though he was afraid that his identity would be revealed, but the circumstances made him want to, not want to have to undergo his obligations, as a cleaner who was assigned to clean up the President's room.

Already in the elevator, Aisyah immediately landed her fingers on the number twenty. The elevator door that would be closed, instantly failed - when there was a hand tucked inside.

His pair of eyes were instantly directed, towards that door. A tense face enveloped the beautiful face of the young mother, when she discovered the existence of Aditya - and also her secretary Simon.

It was uncomfortable for an Aisyah at the moment, with a position so close to an Aditya Wirawan. But again, circumstances left the long-haired woman, helpless.

Scared-but trying to stay calm, so as not to be suspicious, for the two men. And decided to greet the two, who seemed to ignore his existence.

"Good morning, sir.. Good morning Secretary Simon..." Aisyah greeted kindly, framed also with her sweet smile.

"Again." answered Aditya flatly, with a fixed straight forward gaze, without even turning a face at Aisyah.

"For Anisa too..." Simon greeted Aisyah again, with a warm smile.