The Fate that is Overlooked

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Ajeng POV

This morning I visited Mom's house, it has been a few days I missed visiting Mother because Ningrum asked me to stay at Mama's house, miss her she said.

Three days at home made me really do not want to go away from there, I really feel like a child again, so noticed, pampered and served with love by Mama and Father.

Three days later I took Mama to school, saw how she taught the children, asked her to play, asked her questions, accompanied her to do assignments, guided, directed and rewarded them with joyful cheering.

I never thought there would be such a small child who loved my Mom so much, hugged her, told her what they wanted with a very expressive response from Mama, giving small gifts even though the form of writing is not perfect but can be interpreted well by Mama. Ahhhh happy they are.

Not to mention Mama's colleagues who were very good to me, Miss Ria, Evi and Retno. They are so welcome to me. Treating it special. Introduce me to their students with joy.

There was envy when I saw them, it seemed like they were always happy, like there was no burden at all when dealing with children. I was just watching too carried away. Laughing at the behavior of the teachers and disciples made my heart realize one thing. Happy we created, not him or them.

I came early in the morning, carrying the pudding we were going to make together, a plan that had been put together a few days ago but was always delayed.

Being unemployed for 6 months without routine activities or significant busyness, makes me have time for myself. From starting some houses helped by Mbak Nur of course, go to reflect the body and mind to the salon, go to the mall just to waste time and just eat. By himself!

I am strong, it turns out! hahaha.

Thank God the departure of Mas Reno did not make me burdened for economic affairs. What Mas Reno had from the savings of mutual funds, stocks to some land spread at some point, automatically moved to be his name and mine as his heir.

Without having to work I would not be poor all of a sudden. But I also need activities that can divert my mind, I need a new world to scratch the ink of my life, scribble it as best I can to become a meaningful life.

Actually Mom asked me to take care of her boutique, she was too tired she took care of the boutique. But I was still a gamang, I also realized that I was now like someone else to Mas Reno's family, without children, making me seem to be separated from his family. But it doesn't seem to be with Mom. My mom calls me every day, just asking for news, talking and always asking me to visit.

I arrived home while Mom was watering plants in the yard. I parked my car beautifully so as not to block the road.

"Mom's son's salamualaikum" Mother greeted me warmly.

"Mom's Salamualaikum" The greeting we said together, as well as the answer to his greeting, made me and Mother laugh together.

I entered the mansion, putting bags and pudding materials into the kitchen. The house looks very quiet, where did Mbok War go? oya, Mbok War is a man who works at Mom's house, helping Mom to take care of the house.

"Mbok War where is ma'am? " I went back to the yard after Mother who was still busy watering and weeding yellowing leaves.

"Basic was in Anto's anter sir, all you asked to deliver goods to the boutique"

"Oh" I answered short.

Not long after I saw an online taxi stop in front of the house, I thought Mbok War. But it is impossible Mbok War can pull taxi online. I continued to refocus on Mom's plants, until a female voice came to us.

Anita, the woman who became Barata's fiancee. Ah Barata, that name always makes my heart never normal, even just remembering the name of my heart immediately overreacted.

Mom asked Anita to sit down, while Mom told me to ask Mbok War to make a drink. Hem maybe I forgot that I just told Mbok War to the market among Anto's men who wanted to stop by the boutique. Ordinary old man, until finally I made him tea myself.

Somehow her gaze on me looked intimidating, I could even see the hatred in her eyes towards me. I don't know if that's just my feeling. Athaghfirullah!

I take the tea to the front while inviting it to drink, then pass back into the kitchen to prepare the materials and tools needed.

And not long ago Mom went back.

"Well in your own home, ma'am?" I asked when I saw Mom in the kitchen.

"Grandfather, he called Barata again. " Answer mother.

"Ajeng bring a layer of legit, can make Anita bu treats" I said while arranging it on a plate. Just remember I brought a legit coat.

"Duh son Mother bothered si, make a smile only Mother" We laughed together.

"Jaudah mother who is anther, you continue to nyiapin the ingredients yes, later I invite Anita all together let us cook three" said Mother while out of the kitchen.

I saw that the plate was broken while Mom was sitting together with Anita who had started crying.

I immediately cleaned up the broken plate, scared of Mom's leg.

"For a long time ma'am, every Barata came home we always did, I always refused, but Barata always said that he missed and we too will get married. That's what Barata always promised that he would do. But after all that happened, she went back to her cue mode, stalling for time."

I could only listen to their conversation with my hands and heart shaking violently. A barata? Astarghfirullah's.

It hurts so much, I have been privileged many times. I held back the tears from spilling, which would make my chest even more tight. My hand felt numb, shaking just like that, it was difficult to reach the broken plate that was scattered.

The voice of the mobile phone stopped their chat, making Anita say goodbye to Mom and in between by Mother to the front.

Mother returned with a deathly pale face, crying sobbing until suffocation unconscious. Lucky Mbok War came to help me get Mom to my room.

I fell asleep beside him, and woke up when I felt movement from his body. Mom woke up and immediately I gave her some water, not long after, I left her to go to the kitchen, preparing lunch for her.

Long enough I was in the kitchen, waiting for Mbok War who was cooking. Mbok War prepares food deftly. While I only look at him, occasionally chiming in his words.

"It's ready Ma'am" he said as he handed the tray to me.

After saying thank you, I immediately took it to Mother, bribing her painstakingly without knowing that there was actually someone who noticed my movements. Yeah, I didn't know that Mom was on a vidio call with Barata, which ended in Mom's disappointment with her attitude. And Bara immediately undertakes to marry Anita, making the marriage submission as soon as possible to the commander. An interrupted call at once terminates **** Mother's lunch.

Mom looked so devastated, I tried to calm her heart. Ask Mom to continue beristighfar until then divert the mind of the mother by remembering funny stories of the past.

I can feel how Mom's position is, I know you don't want anything like this, but how else? everything's already happened. Everything has to be lived. Can't break destiny.

I am determined to accompany Mom as much as I can, to share her with love and love. After all, one of her children has been so valuable to me.

"We continue the pudding that was ma'am? " tanyaku.

"Mother feels so sleepy dear, can you just finish it yourself and let this old lady rest?" he said with eye movements that made me giggle amused.

"Well, old lady, please rest. Let this young woman who finished it "I replied to Mother with her laughter, ahh so happy to see Mother laughing like this.

I helped fix Mom's position, set the AC temperature so that Mom would feel comfortable and cover Mom's legs with a piece of cloth at the end of the bed.

"Thank you dear" she said sincerely to me.

I allowed Mom to rest, I understood what she felt. It's just that if allowed to drag on, fear will make Mother depressed. Must continue to be accompanied and given life motivation, to be more passionate again in passing the day.

My Mother Dear My Mother Malang❤

Who wants to go to Barata?

What does Barata want, what does Anita want?

Ready many envelopes yaa😁

Ajeng is still a Jomblowan. About there is still a mate again do not for Ajeng??

What Barata is the match of Ajeng🙈

Hopefully you can enjoy this story, although maybe you think this is too long and convoluted, but I want you to also know the feelings of each character. In order not to happen confusion later.

Thank you for all the support and comments that always support me. Thank God I am very very very supported by your comments🤗

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