The Cost of Trust

Mama's Return

Aziz and I looked at each other. Still guessing who the guests came to our house.

Then, a socialite-style hijab woman came down.

"Mama", sizzle us both, then look at each other. My mother came to us.

"Assynoltom....Dian..aziz.".",god mama.

"Moskalamic. Mama..", our answer is compact. We took turns kissing my mom's hand.

"Mama how are you? Why don't you go home and say something?", asked Aziz.

"Good mom. Your stomach is already this big huh Di?", asked mami while rubbing my stomach. I smiled thinly.

"Yes, it's been 30 weeks" I replied.

"Let's go, we're in. Don't be so. We also just got home." invite me to hold my in-laws hand.

My mom also grabbed my shoulder. While occasionally rubbing my stomach . Then the three of us sat on the living room sofa.

"However are you doing Ziz? Smoothly?" ask mama.

"Alhamdulillah ma."Aziz replied briefly.

"So ma, Dian take a drink first."

"No, no Dian. You're tired of it too.Later if you want, you can get drunk yourself."

"Yes Aziz took it" said Aziz. He left me and my mom. Ever since that incident, I felt the distance between me and my mom was getting further and further.

"Di, mama's sorry."

"Here you are, Mom, don't apologize. Dian knows what mom wants. But. Now you see, there's Dede Dian's belly baby. So, please, stop apologizing to Dian ma."

"Mom sorry, can't educate your husband."

"Ma.", I said quietly while wiping my mother's hand.

"Thank you Di. You are a good wife, patient and sincere. Thank you for giving a second chance to my mom. Mama felt so guilty for wronging you all this time."

"Yes, yes, Dian is sorry. Please don't talk about it anymore ma."

Mas Aziz carried a tray with three glasses of warm sweet tea.

"Diminum ma" said Aziz.

Mom sipped a little tea .

"Mom buy another new car?" asked Aziz.

"Hem.that, mama trade add. Mama's going everywhere by herself so use a smaller car."

"Where have you been this whole time?", asked Aziz. Now I'm just a spectator of mom and her son's chat.

"To Surabaya. Imas and her husband invited her to stay there for some time. Mama tell me about your condition. And....Imas asked mama to stay there, so that mama would not have to interfere in your household affairs."

Mama took a deep breath, then Aziz gave me a glance.

"There, Mama opened a new boutique again. Boutique here, mama handed over Vivi to manage it. So, you just monitor it not need to go there often."

"How are you doing Imas ma?", asked Aziz.

"He's fine."

"Oh yes Dian, this is my mom who bought it for you."

She handed me a small black box.

"Take it, consider it a gift from your mother for your daughter" he said, handing the box over my hand.

"Is this ma?", I asked.

"Open."tell mama.

I opened it too. A set of gold jewelry there are necklaces, rings, earrings and bracelets with the same motif. Real pretty.

"There's no need for ma.", I said.

"Take it, it's a gift from your mom because you've given your kids a chance."

I glanced at the embarrassed Aziz mas.

"Thank you ma."

"Everything dear."

Suddenly, there was a woman who was cleaning food in the kitchen.

"Oh.it's Imah ma. He's the one who helped us run our small business." I said.

"Well, baby.please come here." call me. Mas Aziz turned to the room, saving the jewelry from mom.

Then came closer to us.

"Imah, this knows mama mas Aziz." then Imah also extended her hand to mama. Mama looked at Imah from head to toe.

"Here sit down." I asked. He also sat next to me.

"Imah is like a sister to Dian Ma. So is Aziz's mas." I just smiled, listened to my conversation with my mom.

"Aren't you worried that Aziz is acting again? Moreover, is she young like this?", asked my mother. Me and Mama looked at each other.

"Don't get too close to my son huh Ema." asked my mama.

"Especially you guys stay home, aren't you worried about Dian?", asked Mama again. Imah who felt as a suspect was just silent, unable to refute the accusations of his employer's parents.

"Ma, Imah lives in front. In the back room of the kiosk. Who's been helping Dian all this time."

Then my mother looked at me for a long time.

His face was so familiar to me, he looked like someone. But who? Inner mom.

"Where are you from?", asked Mama to Eze.

"From Malang, Mom!" reply Imah. A lame?

"If I may know, where is your address?"

"Sumberejo Village."

"Sumberrejo??"

"Yes, Mom."

"Who are your father and mother's names?"

"My late father Setiawan Bu, if my mother Ismayanti Bu."

Whahuh? Did ya? Is this a coincidence?

"But my mother died a long time ago. My father married again, the same Miss Tati. Continues my Junior High father also died."

A pedestrian? Ismayanti? A tati? Is it all just a coincidence? inner mama .

"Your face is very similar to Aziz's tant. It is very similar to Imah" said Mama.

"But, Aziz' aunt is dead."

"What time is Mom? Do I look that old, like the tantenya mas Aziz?" said Imah manyun. Well, let's say Lola's the goddamn Lola.

"In the meantime, I have a picture of Ismayanti on my phone." Then she took her phone and started to open a photo gallery.

Aziz reappeared, then sat down next to Mama.

"Well, this is ..this is a picture of Ismaya" said the mother showing me and Imah.

"This is.this is a photo of my mother Mom!", said Imah.

Me and Mama looked at each other. Then I handed back my mom's phone.

Mas Aziz who had not known the story was also grabbed my mother's phone.

"Try to see, what the hell kind of photo? Curious."

Mas Aziz looked at the photo, then saw imah.

"Imah, it looks just like you. Uh, but...this is a photo of Aunt Ismaya?", asked Aziz to her mother.

Mama was still dumbfounded after showing the photo to me and Imah.

"So..are you Ismaya's son mah?", asked the mother. Even the nod.

"Yes Ma'am, Ismaya is my mother and that's a picture of my mother."

Aziz understood.

Mama slid into the arms of Imah. Smell at the top of his head. After being satisfied hugging, mama rubbed his cheek.

"It turns out you're aunt's nephew, Aziz's sister. God's way is full of surprises."

Owh.so, let's say it's Aziz's cousin. It is only fitting that on their faces there is a resemblance.

I was just a spectator on the scene of a meeting between Aunt and her niece. Aziz looked at them.