The Little Girl the Young Master

Nisa's Request

"Mom, Nisa please. Nisa won't be macems out there. Nisa's gonna work and go to college well." Nisa even knelt before the Mother with her tears.

Nisa's mother looks increasingly depressed. He sighed so long that the veins on his neck appeared so clearly. Dimas looked at her questioningly. He knew, something he was struggling with this time.

"What, everything to do with Dad?" Nisa raised her head and looked at her mother sharply.

"Why ask like that?"

"Because Mom, I never even told you about Dad, to Nisa. Dad however, Nisa doesn't know what she looks like."

The deg! Dimas looked around Nisa's house. Indeed, there are no family photos, not even the old wedding photos of the Mother with her father.

" Yes, I just realized I never heard of Nisa's father" she thought.

" If you want to go, just go. Prove your words, same Mother." said the Mother, who still wants to cover everything.

"Mom?" Nisa looked at him.

"Go, get your clothes done. Tell Mr. Tama, thank you for all the offers.

Nisa wiped her tears. He immediately ran to the room and tidied up all the necessary clothes. The question of the father can be immediately diverted. In fact, he is still very curious to this day.

"If you're out on your own, you can find Dad. Kumpulin used to be the clue." said Nisa, with enthusiasm.

Dimas was still there. With so many questions running through his mind..

"Mother? How much do you hate the rich?" ask Dimas.

"I'm sorry, why ask?"

"Yes, I know. But one experience alone makes this sick. Especially with a lot of people. The trauma that I've been through, don't go downhill to my son." Nisa's mother held her water on the table. His hands were trembling, and his face was pale.

The conversation stops while Nisa comes out with her big suitcase. Dragging him himself though heavy, and not at all calling Dimas for help.

" You, don't you ever want to come back?" ask the Mother.

"Mom said, Nisa has to focus. But, when Nisa meets Mom, surely Nisa will be difficult to go back there. So, Nisa asked permission to settle down. Nisa's gonna try to visit Mom, later."

"Length wide. Just tell me, you don't want to go back."

"Yes..."

"Nisa, come on." Dimas brought his suitcase, asked him to leave immediately. He was very uncomfortable with the situation he was in at the moment.

Nisa kissed the Mother's hand, then left again to leave. No one said anything and his mother's lips. Just a blank look, not even a cry to let go of the princess. I don't know what he really feels right now. Nisa was confused as to how.

Nisa followed Dimas from behind. They also got into a luxury car parked in the yard. Some people, make it a spectacle with all the questions in their mind. But, Nisa was already immune to all that.

"Have you?" ask Dimas, get ready to drive the car.

Nisa simply nodded, wiping her tears straightening her gaze focused forward.

"Yes... My son finally left. Everyone finally left me. Not just him! He who never had the determination to keep his son and his wife."

Mother Nisa's cry finally broke. Torn apart, slumped on the floor roared with so much pain. Remembering his painful past, which made all the traumas in his life to date.

"Aaaaarrrgghhhh! Mas Wili, I hate you, Mas. I hate you so much, even just by thinking about your reflection in my mind!"