The Duda's Beloved Girl

1. Beginning of meeting

This is not a story about a rich boy who every waking up is always spoiled and said good morning, this is just a story of an ordinary teenage girl who lives alone with her sick mother. Working to bash in place of his mother in the market. She even dropped out of school to take care of her mother.

Her name is Lala Maharani Dwiyanti, the daughter of a chili pedagai named Siti. Every day Lala always woke up early to make her mother breakfast and prepare her medicine. He never complained despite sometimes being jealous of his neighbors who could still enjoy school and play with his friends. At the age of 19, he should be able to enjoy all of that. But fate is not on Lala's side.

This morning, as usual Lala prepared porridge and medicine for her mother. Lala came out of the kitchen with a tray and walked to her mother's room.

After arriving at her mother's bedroom door, Lala did not immediately enter, she sighed for a moment while looking at the door with an indecipherable look on her face.

Actually, he always felt unbearable every time he entered and saw the condition of his mother. He wanted to take her to the hospital but she had no charge. If his late father were still alive, maybe his life wouldn't be this sad.

“Astaghfirullah Lala, can not complain. Inget, must be spirit!” Lala tried to encourage herself.

Lala immediately opened the doorknob so that it opened little by little. After that he went inside. Lala immediately walked towards her mother's bed which still closed her eyes. He put his breakfast tray next to his mother's bed. Lala intends to wake him up.

“Mother, wake up mom. Lala already brought breakfast for mom.”

His eyes that had been closed slowly began to wake up, his mother woke up coughing. Lala sat down to give water to her mother and help her drink. Siti drank slowly, she could not even get up to drink. When she finished, Lala put the glass away and put it back.

Siti smiled seeing the sincerity of her daughter's heart in taking care of her. “Thank you son, already taking care of mom. I am grateful at the end of my life, I have a filial son like you,” he said gently.

Lala shakes. “Mom said what the hell, I don't talk like that. Lala only has a mother, Lala does not want to lose her mother,” she replied in a hoarse voice because she held back tears. This was the reason he always pondered when he wanted to go into his mother's room. Her mother always said things she didn't want to hear.

Siti took Lala's hand and stroked it, she looked at Lala with a deeply moved look. Actually, he could not bear to let his only daughter have to work hard to support him. He blames himself for all this. Siti was even ready if she was invited to her death. He did not want to trouble his daughter continuously.

“Lala, forgive mom yes. I can't be the best mom for you. All this time I've only added to your burden. If for example, mother arrives to go far, you must be sincere, son. You should be happy even though one day without mom.”

This time Lala could not hold herself back anymore, she immediately lowered her head and hugged her mother tightly. Her tears had melted so hard. He cried with a sigh. Lala even forgot to tell her mother to have breakfast and take medicine. That morning, there were only children and mothers who hugged each other just as unwilling to lose.

2 Hours later.

Lala had just come out of her mother's room with a puffy face, her eyes slightly swollen from crying for too long to lead to sleep. Lala looked at the wall clock that was already pointing to the number nine. He sighed softly, he had to wash his face immediately and immediately went to the market with his chili.

Once ready, Lala took out her butut motorbike from her late father. Not forgetting he lifted a sack from inside his house containing chili that he was going to sell today. Lala dropped it off next to her bike. He rubbed the sweat that began to wet his face. One of his neighbors came by.

“Eh neng Lala, new to the market ya neng?” sweep it in a friendly manner.

Lala turned around and smiled. “Eh yes ma'am, this is leaving. Mother herself tea go where the morning already beautiful everything,” reply with no less friendly.

“Ah neng Lala mah can only, I want to go to neng.”

“Who's married, ma'am?”

“That's loh neng, his son rt sir. Listen listen to the marriage is the same duda.”

“Iya bu, thank you.”

After the neighbors left, Lala continued her activities. He lifted the sack onto his motorbike and tied it with a rope. Only then did he get on his bike and immediately leave his yard.

 

And elsewhere

A man was checking the files in his car, apparently focusing. Actually today he wanted to drive his own car, but because he had to study the files he was forced to use a driver. When he was focusing his focus on reading the file suddenly his driver braked suddenly and he felt like he was hit by something from behind. The driver immediately turned off the engine.

“Sorry sir, I suddenly caught a cat passing by, and it also seems like someone hit our car. I try to check first.” Said driver.

“No need, you just photograph the license plate later when he passes.” Devan replied, the man in the car.

The driver stopped him from going down, he took his phone to prepare to take a photo. As for Devan, he opened his glasses and looked back. Devan was glued to see who hit his car. His eyes fell on the girl who hit the car.

“About mentang luxury car even raked suddenly! Must be in the car om belly fat that is fussy to not be able to drive,” dumelnya with lips dimonyong.

Devan still remained in his position, he still did not take his eyes off the girl. Until finally the girl he saw finished with her stuff that was splattered. Devan doesn't see what it is that's scattered because his focus is only on the girl.

“Quick photos, soon she passes.” Said to the driver.

“Good sir,”

The girl he saw was Lala who was on her way to the market. Lala had indeed cleaned up her scattered chili, but her mouth did not stop muffling. He returned to his motorbike, let the car be scuffed, just think of it because of his own mistake because of a sudden brake. Lala didn't bother to replace it. Lala propelled the bike at medium speed.

CKREK

Devan looked forward and saw the driver again.

“I've got photos sir.”

“Send to my phone,”send it with tone of voice that turns flat.

“Good sir.”

 

“I'll find out who he is,” his inner self in heart.