SUFFERING WITH IN-LAWS

Kean Lost

When Sinta had left for the office, I also decided to lay down this body.

This morning I filled my free time by typing in some chapters of my online novel that I will be up today.

Closing my eyes, the timing was not right. Because it's still morning, and old people say, including my mother. Sleeping in the morning is not good for your health.

Now several chapters have been up on the platform, and I did not realize after up a few chapters of my online novel, I fell asleep very soundly. Maybe because some days my mind and energy drained with my household problems with Bima mas.

And my sleep was shocked by the sound of my cell phone ringing. When I saw that there was a message coming in.

"Message from whom, anyway?" I muttered as I picked up the phone that was on the pillow next to my sleeping.

"Why are you blocking my number again, Sarah?!,"

It turned out that messages from unknown numbers entered my phone again.

It seems he has no boss to send me messages, even though I never respond. I blocked his number several times.

When I look at the clock on my phone, how shocked I am. Kean's home hours are gone. I promised to pick her up on time.

"Duh.. I'm late to pick up Kean." I muttered. And soon I changed clothes.

Now I wear a Navi-colored robe that matches the Khimar. The watch is black, it's already coiled around my wrist. Do not forget the black bag with a gold rope chain.

My car drove off at high speed, because I was afraid Kean was waiting for me too long.

"You son, you have to wait for old mama" I said.

I keep focusing on the road ahead of me right now. Because it takes a high concentration when driving a car when the road is jammed.

There is also wisdom when picking up Kean late like this. I'm not meeting Veni.

So I don't need to build a fort to protect my sanity from the spicy talk of Veni's mouth.

I saw the school was deserted, no students had passed. And no guardian cars parked in front of the school.

"Duhh, Kean must have been waiting for me" I said, continuing to walk into the school.

I walked into the room where the room was for those students who were deliberately entrusted by both parents who were both busy to work.

Usually this is what I do to Kean, before mom and dad move to this city. But it's not like that anymore. Now every time Kean goes home to school, he goes straight to his mom and dad.

And with Kean going to mom and dad's house after school. I can work in the shop quietly, this heart doesn't think about Kean.

"Assalamualaikum..," I knocked on the door and said hello before entering. Even though the door was wide open, I did not just enter this room.

"Waalaikumsalam," said one of the teachers at this school.

"Mama Kean, huh? What's the matter, ma'am, what can we help you with?" asked the teacher who turned out to be Kean's homeroom teacher.

"Yes, Mom. I'd like to pick up Kean, sorry to be late because there's still an interest" I said, giving an excuse to Kean's homeroom teacher. I lied when I gave an excuse about being late I picked up Kean at school.

Because it's impossible for me to honestly say that I'm late because I fell asleep at home.

"You mean Teacher Kean has gone home? Who's Mom with?, I'm sure it's Kean my son?" I freaked out when I heard Kean's homeroom speech.

"Yes, Mom. I saw Kean go home with his father who used to take Kean to school.

"I mean mother, with mas Bima?," asked me to clarify what Kean's homeroom teacher had said.

"Maybe, Mom. Because I don't know his name either. What is clear is that the father often drove and picked Kean home." he explained again.

"What color car does she use?" I still can't believe that Bima is the one who picked Kean up at school.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't see what car my dad was in that picked up Kean" Kean's homeroom homeroom teacher said.

This chest was pounding so hard, the panic that was now taking hold of me.

"Sorry, Mom. Can I see the cctv footage today, at the time the kids are coming home from school?" This is one way to make sure who Kean is coming home with.

"Can, Mom. Let's get me."

Thank God there is a way to find out who picked up Kean at school.

There is a feeling of anxiety if it is true that Bima was the one who picked up Kean at school.

I'm afraid Bima will have dark eyes on Kean, after what I did to him.

"O Allah, protect the servant boy who is nowhere to be now" I murmured in my heart.

Suddenly these tears fell down my cheeks, I was afraid that bad things would happen to Kean my son.

The first person who deserves to be wrong if something bad happens to Kean is me. Because I'm a bad mother and very bored.

Now Kean and my homeroom teacher are watching the cctv today at school.

And it's true what my guess is and what Kean's homeroom teacher said. It turns out that the one who picked up Kean was Bima mas.

Race afraid began to control my heart and mind, I was afraid that Bima would be desperate to do anything to Kean.

"Is this really the husband, the mother?" asked homeroom teacher Kean pointing to Bima in the video.

"Yes, Mom. He's my husband's right." I replied by pretending to be calm. In order not to be seen that my household with Bima is now at the tip of the horn.

"Masses.... Had Kean been hurt a little because of you, I would have made you regret for a lifetime what you did to me and Kean." I muttered inwardly.

I immediately ran to the car to calm down. Because in this case I can't be rash. Even a little misbehaving will happen something very fatal. And I don't want anything to happen to Kean.

Arriving at the car, I cried hysterically spilling all the burden of trouble on me. Although I know, by crying this burden will not disappear. It will only be able to reduce the tightness in the chest.

Here I realized, want to try as hard as anything and as fresh as anything, I am still a woman who needs to shed tears to reduce the tightness in this chest in the face of every problem I experience.

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