Widow Sama The Duda

Ari Wibowo

"Mang Bro?" ask Laila.

"Don't ask too many questions. Come inside!" bring Jajang.

Laila's hand was pulled by Jajang. All because Laila just turned around to see the luxury that was in the house. Even Laila was taken aback when she saw countless people in the same uniform in the house.

"They're who?" laila asked in a whisper.

"Workers here" Jajang replied.

"Huh?" laila said while stopping her steps.

"What else? Come hunted. I've been waiting since," said Jajang.

"Workers still need a lot of my energy?" ask Laila.

"What do you want to do?" Jajang asked back.

"Yes, I want Mang Bro. If I don't want to go to work, I might come here. Go all the way to Jakarta for work," said Laila.

"Yes is silent. Come on!" bring Jajang.

Jajang again brought Laila to meet the room that had been promised by the homeowner. It only takes one knock on the door, Jajang can open it right away. A 50-year-old woman sits holding a book.

"Mom, this is Laila. Laila this is Beautiful Mother," said Jajang introduced the two.

"Good afternoon Madam" said Laila as she extended her hand.

Bu Indah immediately welcomed Laila's hand. Bu Indah's eyes were rounded as Laila kissed her hands and bowed.

"Don't call Madam, just call Mom." Beautiful mom reminded.

"Ah well Mom. I think it's like in the movies.. The employer's helper calls her Madam" replied Laila.

"Laila, speak politely and as necessary." Jajang reminded.

"Ah, it's okay. Please exit Mang. Let me share Laila here," pinta Bu Indah.

"Good Mom," said Jajang.

After Jajang left, Laila saw the door closed. Leaving her alone with someone she doesn't know at all. Laila looked around. Lots of books on the shelf. Laila asked about the room, which she thought was like a library in her school. But Laila remembered Jajang's words to talk as necessary.

"Your name is Laila?" tanya Bu Indah.

"Yes Mom. Her full name is Laila Duma Wibowo" Laila replied.

"Well, your father's name is Wibowo?" ask the Beautiful Mom.

"No Ma'am. My late father was called Budi" replied Laila.

"Will Wibowo?" ask the Beautiful Mom.

"No Ma'am. Budi Solehudin's. You must want to ask about the name Wibowo used by me, right?" guess Laila.

"Yes" replied the beautiful woman.

"Actually my mother gave the name because the time of pregnancy ngefans very same Ari Wibowo," said Laila.

Beautiful Mom laughed for a moment. Laila's answer sounded so innocent and what it was. His small body also makes Bu Indah believe that Laila is still very small.

"What age are you really?" ask the Beautiful Mom.

"A 15-year-old and a half ma'am" replied Laila.

"Non school?" ask the lovely lady.

"Udah came out, ma'am" replied Laila.

"Non-SCHA?" ask the Beautiful Mom.

Beautiful Mom was silent for a moment. He noticed Laila's appearance from top to bottom. His appearance is very simple. There was nothing interesting about the teenager that year.

"Guave a girlfriend?" ask the Beautiful Mom.

A boyfriend? Hearing that question, Laila was slightly surprised. What does this have to do with the intention to work with a boyfriend. But Bu Indah explained the reason for the question. He does not want if Laila does not focus on working because she remembers her boyfriend. Or even often play the phone just to tell each other with men.

"Oh safe Ma'am. If that is what I guarantee safe. One hundred percent safe. I have no boyfriend and have never dated. I'm not doing it, ma'am" replied Laila.

Beautiful Mom smiled at Laila's innocence. Intentions make Laila a maid in her house, turned out to change. Laila was so attractive in the eyes of Beautiful Mom. The child who can make his loneliness disappear instantly.

"You want to be my son?" ask the Beautiful Mom.

"Sorry Mom, I'm here for work. Mang Bro said mom needs a maid. How am I being sold like this? Don't, Mom. Poor my mother in the village. Although I like this, but my mother only has 2 children. Just me and my brother. If I was bought by my mother, my mother's childhood was only Bang Deri. Don't ma'am" said Laila, pleading.

Beautiful Mom laughed so hard. I forgot the last time I laughed after this. Again Laila has made the world of Beautiful Bu changed. Much more colorful and very fun.

"Jajang doesn't sell you. I mean, not to buy you. I just want you to think of me like your own mother" said Ms. Beautiful.

"Oh so. I'm sorry, ma'am. I was embarrassed. Uh but who is Jajang?" ask Laila.

"You don't know Jajang?" ask the Beautiful Mom.

Laila shook her head. When I heard Bu Indah's answer, now it was Laila's turn to laugh so loosely. Laila was also the first person who could laugh afterwards in a house that seemed stiff. Everyone has so much respect for the lovely lady. No one dared to laugh until after the current Laila.

"Duh, Mang Bro turns out his name is Jajang. I also if you are already in Jakarta can change the name to Luna Maya," said Laila.

Bu Indah looked at Laila who looked like she was. Maybe because you do not know the rules of talking to Bu Indah, but somehow Bu Indah is not at all disturbed by the attitude of Indah.

"Let me take you to your room" said Ms. Indah.

Laila's tailing behind Beautiful Ma'am. Until finally his steps stopped when Bu Indah entered a room that was so big and very beautiful.

"Let's go in!" bring the Beautiful Ma'am.

"Whose room is this, ma'am?" ask Laila.

"The room is for you" replied Ms. Indah as she pulled Laila's hand.

Laila sat on the edge of the bed so soft. Many times he got up and dropped his ass back on the edge of the bed.

"Pump Mom" said Laila while wiping her mattress.

Bu Indah sat down while looking at Laila's unnatural behavior according to him. A person born from a family is even versatile do not know what it feels like when just sitting on a soft mattress. Though he thinks it is an ordinary mattress and not too special.

"Mom, who is this?" asked Laila while pointing at a picture frame.

A picture of a pair of happily smiling humans was displayed on the mirror table. Looks loving and very compatible.

"He's my son. In the past," replied Ms. Indah while closing the picture frame.

"Have you? Who's son now, Mom? Is he for sale?" ask Laila.

Laila's question got no answer. The atmosphere in the quiet room. Laila thought that her fate would be like the person in the photo.

Will you also say it's the same with Bang Deri? I was not considered a child anymore because Ms. Beautiful already considered me a child.

Bu Indah seemed to realize what the contents of Laila's head were. He immediately held onto Laila's shoulder and slightly shook her. Trying to wake Laila from her daydream.

"This is a different case. No one bought it. He himself left. But it's okay. He deserves to be happy with his choice. Even though I'm actually sick," said Ms. Beautiful.

Bu Indah seemed to wipe her tears and then sat back in her chair. Laila approached and hugged Beautiful Mom.

"Mom, sorry. I don't mean that" said Laila.

Beautiful Bu who was carried away by the atmosphere returned Laila's embrace. In Laila's arms filled with sincerity, Beautiful Mom cried. Instantly he vented all the lingering flavors in his heart.