The Stains Of The Past

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After requesting permission from Ms. Siti and Mr. Soleh, and the furniture was also sold, sharing some of it with neighbors, Aska and I left for Jakarta a week before Aska entered school, Ms. Siti could not help but cry to let go of me, she drove me to the Bus Terminal, me and Ms. Siti hugged each other channeling our affection, 16 Years with Ms. Siti and Mr. Soleh, made me think of them as my own parents, as well as those who consider me as their son, and Aska as their grandson.

after the crying drama before I left, I left behind Bu Siti and Pak Soleh who were still staring at my departure, until I I could not see them again, because swallowed in the distance Aska point is also the same as me, he also loves them very much, but maybe because Aska has a desire to go to school in Jakarta, Jakarta, making him still want to go to Jakarta leaving Bu Siti and Pak Soleh who always help take care of him, But Aska also said that he would always visit his grandparents, and his grandmother, so is it with me .

arriving in Jakarta I and Aska went straight to the house I would buy after I searched the internet yesterday, a simple house close to the Aska school and and located on the side of the road, I intend to open a clothing store in the house I also talked to the owner of the house that will be presented to me Q5l in FB, FB, and have decided the price just take care of the letters and payments only.

Lucky Aska who rarely asked me for anything, made me save more, the results of my sewing work for 15 years.

from the results of my work, every month, I only take to pay my rent and daily needs, as well as Aska pocket money, the rest I always save, I always save, until now I can buy a simple house and open my new business here, initially the money was for the purposes of the Aska school, which is, but because Aska got a scholarship and wanted to go to school in Jakarta, I had to use that money to buy a house.

Arriving at the house that I was going to buy, I was greeted by the owner of the house, after taking care of the letters and the house payment was completed, the seller said goodbye to me and Aska, me and Aska cleaned the house, it looked empty and dusty, there were no chairs or anything, there were only worn mats.

" Aska you take a break just let the mama who settle" I said to Aska, seeing Aska who was tired because of a long trip made me Not Tega.

" It's okay, mah, I want to help mama" said Aska, and I let Aska help me, because Aska's an indisputable child, if it's to help my mother.

after finishing me and Aska sat down on the floor, resting a tired body after a long trip, with the welcomed work of cleaning the house.

I heard Aska's stomach, it seemed like the child was hungry but not talking, so if Aska wanted anything to always hold her back, instead of talking to me.

"Harap" I said, Aska just smiled at me, I took Aska across the street, there was a ketoprak seller with his wagon, me and Aska approached and ordered 2 servings for Ku and Aska.

After eating, Aska and I went to find a home supply store, because the house was still empty so I had a lot to buy.

Riding the angkot a few minutes finally I and Aska found an electronics store, me and Aska got off the angkot and paid, we went into the store and bought home appliances such as stoves and gas, and other kitchen tools, I also bought a sewing machine and an obras machine, for me to work, and also a mattress for me and Aska.

When we were going home, suddenly there was someone who pulled the hand of the aska, Aska stopped walking as well as I also stopped, Aska different back to see Who pulled his hand, Aska, I also want to know who pulled my son's hand.

Looking at the middle-aged woman who was holding Aska's hand, and staring fixedly, I frowned at my puzzled forehead, at what the middle-aged woman was doing.

" I'm sorry ma'am, there's something we can help you with" I asked her.

the middle-aged woman reflexively let go of Aska's hand, after I asked her.

"I'm sorry son, Mom reflex pulled His hand, you look a lot like a teenage mother's child" said the middle-aged mother.

"it's okay ma'am, I understand, maybe my son is just similar to my mother's son "say me.

" yes, maybe "take the mother with a smile,

" uh son, I think this was his sister's brother the eneng, abis the nengnya looks like a young "say the mother.

"Whose name is it? Who knows if we meet in the street we can greet each other," the mothers stretched out their hands to me, I also gladly welcome him.

"My name is Princess ma'am, and this is my son Aska "my word.

I don't want to use my little name Adelia.

because I always remember about the bad events, so if I get acquainted with new people, I always get acquainted with my last name, as well as with Bu Siti first.

"The name of Fatimah's mother, greetings yes" said Fatimah's mother,

"yes ma'am" I said

"Again shopping yes, a lot of shopping" said Fatimah's mother while staring at the shop workers who were lifting the items I bought ka car hood.

"yes ma'am has just moved, so at home is still empty "me said

"Oh moving from where?" ask Fatimah, ma'am,

"from bandung ma'am" I said.

"why not with her shopping husband? "

I sighed, madam Fatimah's question, made me remember the man who had broken me, the wound that had been tight, as if raised again, I hated the man, I hated the man, the man who had corrupted me, he might now be happy with his family, whereas I I had to fend for myself, raise Aska, and make a living on my own, not spared also me and Aska must accept insults, and demeaning gazes from people, lucky that I could meet Bu Siti and Pak Soleh in the city of people.

And now I'm back in the city of my birth, somehow I feel, if I were to be reunited with the B*****k man.

Luckily I did not need to answer Fatimah's mother's question, because Aska who had been silent began to open her voice.

"Well the driver said his pick up, we want to be together what would ride angkot, because he did not know the address of his house" said Aska

"Jaudah together with ajah" said me, dear money, to buy rice, if there is a car to go home, why should take angkot, just even if full, nebeng, being a single parent makes me have to be good at managing money.

"Bu Fatimah I'm sorry first yes already in wait "say I say goodbye to Fatimah ma'am.

" yes be careful, if you meet again chat again yes "said Bu Fatimah.

" yes ma'am insyaallah Assalamualaikum "me said

" Wa'alaikumsalam" replied Fatimah ma'am, me and Aska were in a pick up car, me and Aska were riding, the car was in the back, Aska told me to sit in the front, but I refuse I don't want to be alone with the driver, I'd better sit in the back with Aska and the clerk who transports the goods sitting in front with the driver, I'd rather sit in front with the driver, It's not that I don't want to sit in front comfortably in a chair, but being alone with men is still a trauma for me.