The Crown that Be snatched

The Crown that Be snatched
Frustratingly



Tonight Miss Maryam and Safia have arrived in front of a small house that looks beautiful because of the many ornamental plants that decorate the front porch of the house. Yeah, that house is Miss Maryam's.


Miss Maryam who felt compassion with Safia, invited Safia to temporarily stay at her house.


After Miss Maryam and Safia reached the porch of the house, Miss Maryam knocked on the door.


Tok tok ...


"Assynolajet. Res...Resti...!" exclaim Miss Maryam.


Moments later, a 15-year-old girl appeared from behind the door.


Resti looked at his mother and the woman at his mother's side.


"Resti, introduce. This is Safia's mother's friend." Miss Maryam introduced Safia to Resti.


Resti looked confused when he saw Safia's clothes bag.


"Why is he carrying all the bags? does he want to stay here?" ask Resti.


"For a while Safia will stay here. Let her help you out here first" Maryam explained.


"Oh..." Resti just pursed his lips to form the letter O.


"Safia. It's Resti's mom's youngest son." Miss Maryam introduced Resti to Safia.


"Hi Resti's. Introduce, I'm Safia, "Safia reached out her hand which was welcomed by Resti.


"Resti Mbak."


"Let's go to Saf!" Miss Maryam let Safia in.


Safia nodded. "Yes, Mom."


Safia then entered after Maryam let her in.


"Mom's just staying with Resti?" tanya Safia looked at Bu Resti fixedly.


"Yes. Because Sister Resti has all the households and joined her husband's house. They also live close to their mother. If there is free time, they often go to the mother's shop to help. If this blessing is every school day." Maryam explained.


"Oh..."


"Sit Saf" said Miss Maryam.


"Yes, Mom."


Safia then threw her body on the sofa of the living room of Miss Maryam's house.


"Wait here, Saf. I'll clean up the room for you to sleep in tonight."


"Yes, Mom."


Maryam then stepped into her son's room. He went into Resti's room.


"Mothers. Are you sure you want him to stay at our house? our house is small. Only have two rooms. If she lives here, she wants to sleep where she is, "Resti seems to mind when she finds out that Safia is going to stay at her house.


"This is only for a while. Safia's mom came to this city to work and she has no one here. So mom wants to help him. For a while mom slept in your room just like you. You see, mom's room, you want to make Safia sleep first."


"As for mom."


"Oh yes. In your closet are there sheets? here I borrow it first to change the sheets in my room. You see, the bed linen in mom's room is not yet a change of mother."


"Yes Mom."


Resti took the bed linen in his closet. After that he gave the bed sheet to his mother.


Maryam then stepped into her room. He started to clean his room. She changed the bed linen and cleaned her room to sleep Safia tonight.


After that, Miss Maryam returned to the living room to meet Safia.


"Safia, let's go with mom! I'm gonna show you your room."


"Yes, Mom."


"Bring your bags."


"Yes, Mom."


"For a while you can stay in mom's room first huh. Let me sleep with Resti first. Because in this house there are only two rooms."


"Yes Mom. Thanks yeah. Already let me stay here."


"Yes. Sorry if the room is small."


"Yes Mom. It's okay."


"Then, I'll stay with Safia."


"Yes, Mom."


Miss Maryam then left Safia's room.After Ms. Maryam left, Safia then sat on the side of the bed.


"Thank God, I finally have a place to stay too. I'll stay here, at least until I get a job and a rented house" Safia said.


****


The sun this morning was shining. Rama is still in his room. He was still frustrated because of the incident. Rama was unable to say all these things to his parents.


He was kicked out by his wife's family a week after the incident. Shakira is no longer willing to forgive Rama and she also wants to end her domestic relationship with Rama.


If they get divorced, no one will be a victim of their divorce because they have not been blessed with a child. They are not hard to separate.


"Ah, why should I do that to Safia. And now Shakira asked me to divorce her. I have to how now. Honestly, I'm still in love with Shakira. I don't want to leave her alone to divorce her. What I did was not worth forgiving" said Rama.


Moments later, the sound of knocking on the door was heard from outside Rama's room.


Tok tok tok tok


"Rama...! Ramah...!" the cry from outside Rama's room sounded.


Rama got up and rushed to open the door.


"Rama. You are doing it inside. It's noon. Don't you want to eat breakfast with mom and dad?" ask Bu Lina Rama's mother.


"Yes Mom. Wait a minute."


"Quick by Rama. Mom and dad are waiting for you in the dining room."


"Yes, Mom."


After a while, Rama came out and approached his parents. He then pulled up a chair and sat down to mingle with his parents.


Rama was the second of three children. His sister is female and has a family. While his younger brother and he still sit on the High School bench.


Currently in the dining room, there was already Rama and his two parents.


Rama looked around.


"Where's Bayu?" rama asked his brother.


"Your sister has gone to school" replied Mr. Hendro Rama's father.


"Tumben is fast."


"It's not your brother that fast. But you're the one who's catapulted," said Bu Lina while shoving rice into Mr. Hendro's plate.


After Ms. Lina had brought rice and side dishes for Mr. Hendro, she then took rice and side dishes for herself.


"Mom, I'm dong!" pinta Rama's.


Bu Lina then poked rice and side dishes onto Rama's plate.


After that, the three of them had breakfast together this morning.


Since then, the four people still enjoy their food. They no one talks to each other. They are still enjoying the delicacy of their food.


"Mom, mom rendang is very good," praise Rama on the sidelines of the chew.


"Yes. It's your favorite food Rama," Bu Lina smiled and looked at her son.


Bu Lina did deliberately cook Rama's favorite cuisine mumpung Rama is in his house. When can I eat with Rama. Because since getting married with Shakira Rama rarely return to the house of his parents because of his busyness.