hey my name is aliza. I am a 21 year old woman with one child. Son? Yeah, right. I have children. A son to be precise. My husband? Don't ask who he is. I don't even want to bring it up, yes but no matter what in a moment I'll tell you about it. Not because I want to, but because you really have to know about it. Well what can I say, the mess of my life started because of it. I'm not a wife. Because basically I'm not married yet. Yes, then how can I have a child? It just happened. At that time I was working at a bar. I was forced to work there because the amount of the salary is quite large. Even though I only lifted a few boxes of drinks, because at that time I was working in the warehouse. Sometimes the bar owner offered me to work at the bartender as a waiter, but of course I refused. Because I'm actually a good person. Not pretending to be holy. I used to be a typical woman who always took care of herself. It is the result of my adoptive mother's upbringing. Yes, her name is Ratih. He has no family. Because she said her family kicked her out because she was slandered by her ex-husband

From what I heard from mom, mama found me in the garden with a piece of paper with my name on it. Yes, of course, without the frills of my biological family name. It's just aliza. Talking about my adoptive mother, I feel very useless. She is beautiful, but chooses not to marry. Whenever I asked the reason, she would say that she was not interested in having a husband because she already has a child like me.

Yes, even though I know that all this time, every man who proposes to her always runs away if my mother has introduced me as her son.

Come to think of it, who would want to marry a poor woman with one child? Yes, even though Mom is beautiful. But all that does not guarantee that every man will receive it.

And behold, now my mother is old and not yet married. And that's of course because of me. I'm really just a burden, right?

It reminded me of how my mother worked so hard, collecting some used cardboard boxes to sell to cover my school fees. And the result is that I managed to graduate from high school with the results of my hard work. I really love him. Really, really love him.

That's why I chose to work at that time. Hope I can be of some use and not bother him.

I used to work at a restaurant, but my boss, who at that time already had a wife, was attracted to me. I got really annoyed at that point and then chose to quit and look for another job.

I also worked at a convenience store. I was a cashier at that time. But another problem arose again. There are some men with bad temper who always tease me and sometimes they even harass me. Like touching my hand when they are about to pay etc.

I was really frustrated and then chose to find another job.

In the end, one day I met an old man who really likes to make handicrafts from plastic materials. do a named thomas. The old man offered me to work at his bar. He said I could work as a waiter or whatever because of my charming face. At first I refused. Hearing the name of the bar, the hair on my neck was already bristling. What I can imagine is how many sinners are there? And it's absolutely impossible for someone like me to enter such a dirty place.

But it looks like fate is starting to play games with my world. Mom's condition suddenly got bad. Yes, mama is old. So naturally, he was sick. As a filial son I should take care of him right? But with what? With money? How can I have a job even I don't have.

At that moment I thought of Mr. Thomas. I visited him and talked about everything.

After asking a few questions, finally Mr. Thomas said that he also needed a courier in the warehouse. The salary is quite high. Because I thought it was a little bit safe, I finally accepted it without thinking.

Without knowing a more complicated problem will actually twist me later.

Yes, after working there for 3 months I feel safe. Because my job is just to move drinks only. No more harassment, no more tugging from a wife because their husbands are attracted to me. But my life started to be different after the incident at that time. Yes, when a man was drunk and even lost towards the warehouse where I worked. The man just came out of the bar and ended up at my place.

I don't know how it started. All I know is that man kissed me forcefully, I rebelled but the confinement was incredibly strong. I can't do anything. Ask for help ? My throat is dry and silent because no one heard my scream. Everything just happened. Yes, that day my chastity was snatched away by him in an unworthy place, without ties and worse I didn't know him.

That day I felt really dirty. Enough already. This is truly a major disgrace in my life. Not enough neighbors who always insulted my mother that my mother was pregnant outside of marriage. And of course I always yell at them if my mom isn't what they think. How can they tease my mother who is clean and has a noble heart? But what should I do when my current self has been tainted by a man I don't know? I have always said that my mother and I are good people, is it still appropriate for me to say that when I have experienced this disgusting thing myself?

I'm ashamed of mom, I'm ashamed of them, but I'm even more ashamed of myself.

I was really down at that time. I hid it. Even though my tears are spilled every night. I keep working as usual even though I always tremble when I remember the shadows. I was so scared. That disgrace, how can I make up for it?

And that day he came. Yes, that man. The man who defiled me. He apologized to me. Should I apologize? Not. My little heart still doesn't accept it My purity is not comparable to the forgiveness he uttered. The word sorry can't turn things around. The word sorry can't return what I've been keeping so far.

Then what that man did next made me feel humiliated. He gave me money that I can't count. Again he gave me MONEY! .

Am I a despicable ***** in her eyes? Is my rank equal to those who peddle themselves regardless of their honor as a woman?

Oh it hurts. I'm not that kind of despicable person! I'm not those who need money and are willing to dirty their bodies just because of money! I'm not that low !!

At that moment, my anger exploded.

I still remember what I said at that time.

"Just because my job is low in your eyes doesn't mean you can insult my honor !! Just because of my shabby appearance, doesn't mean you are free to do anything to me and intend to cover my mouth with your money bastard !!!"

Yes I said that. My tears really broke at that time. All he said was sorry and sorry. Hahahahahaha what a bitch isn't it?

Almost every day the man came to see me at work. Mrs. Thomas didn't mind his presence. I think that man has such a big influence that Mr. Thomas was made not moved by him.

He was always present at that time, giving me some things I didn't ask for and I was sure that I would never be able to buy them even if I gave my salary for a year to cover one item he gave him. I keep all that stuff. I never used it once. I didn't accept it because I wanted to. Because if I refuse he won't take it back. Just put it down on the road and then leave it.

I'm sure that guy has everything. Yes, the typical guy I don't like. Men like them would find it easy to have everything. Look, his attitude so far wasn't just to make me mum because of the mistakes he made?

I've never been to it. Not even to stare at him. He tells a lot of things, even though out there I know that he's not the type to talk a lot. But when he met me he was a very talkative person. He even often complained about what he was going through and of course I didn't respond as usual. Its presence was quite like that. He who comes every day with one or two expensive items and then keeps them near me, then starts telling stories about many things and then apologizes. After that he went home. So every day.

Even though I didn't respond he still did.

In a way, I told him only once. Yes, the moment after that dark incident happened. Our meeting was the first time after that. When I get angry and pour my emotions on him. Yes, only then. After that I didn't respond to even glancing at him.

Until one day, the man started behaving strangely. Not drunk or anything. But he said things that made no sense to Aliza. Ah so absurd. How can he say that he loves me when what he has done? What did he like about me when all this time I never even wanted to look at him to even say one word for him? He said that he loved me long before that bad incident happened. Ahahahah what else is that stupid statement? At that time I was really disgusted by him. Is he a lonely man? But if you look at money, the man is rich. He can spend his money on doing things or buying something that can cheer him up. for the face, the guy is handsome. Yes, I admit it. If that man can improve his character and not do that mistake, you could say that man is in the ranks of men who might catch my attention. Maybe.

And what did he hear then? Confession of love? really stupid.

Has that man gone mad? Ok if the guy is desperate because I haven't apologized yet. But is it because of that, precisely this effect? That guy went crazy and made him say nonsense to me?

Very stupid. At that time I tapped his shoulder and held him for the first time.

"Just realize your mistake and don't do it again to other people, then I will forgive you" that's what I told him. She smiled at me. A sincere smile that makes my heart pound. I don't know what causes it. Is it because of her smile?

Then do you know what he said at that time?

"If no man wants to marry you. Come to me"

Is that a curse? The curse that I can't have a husband in the future?

I don't know, I don't know. What I know after that day, that man never appeared again. Yes, the man disappeared like dust in the wind. Fly without a trace. Leaving me and also the seeds that have now been born. The only thing I know from him is his face. Only the face.

"I could forget you, but I don't want to. Because after you are gone, only the memories remain. Let all the memories stay where they are."

Yes, I can forget it. But there is a part of this little heart that asks me not to forget it. I don't know what. I don't know myself.

Even for my feelings so far. I do not know.

But sometimes there are times when this heart prays. Not a prayer that came out of my mouth. But pure in my heart A prayer prayer that even raises a question mark by me

"Hopefully your departure will only be temporary, not forever"

Aliza was silent while staring at her son who currently looks preoccupied with his own world.

Currently Aliza is packing all the clothes they will bring. he glanced at son and mother at a glance. There was little pleasure seeing them. aliza hopes that with their move, their lives will get better.

The most important thing is that when he gets there, he hopes Aliza can immediately get a job. After all, he wanted the best for his son's life.

"Honey, we already want to go .. Let's take a shower first" said Aliza to her son named Marcel. He walked towards Marcel who is now busy playing with the small toy car that he bought for his son.

"Are you going to leave?" Asked marchel with a smile. it made him want to smack his son's face with a kiss. She is really adorable.

"Yes .. just play next time, okay? Let's clean up then after that, marchel takes a bath" Aliza said softly. Marcel smiled at the mother and nodded obediently. marchel is a very obedient son A bonus for an alluring face like her father's derivative to complement her.

"Umh can this marchel be brought to Indonesia?" Asked Marchel while showing the mini cars in his hand where the car was a gift that Aliza deliberately bought for her son as a birthday present. It's quite sad, because Aliza is not a rich parent to then fulfill her son's needs as a child who should have felt childhood. If most parents can afford a large car for their little boy, Aliza can only give her son one or two mini cars for his son.

Because they also have other needs, right? Not only limited to toys for him, but how can he manage the food they will consume every day, as well as the clothes that the three of them wear.

Even though his life was difficult, he was still grateful for it. After all out there there are still so many people whose lives are still below him.

"Mommy?" called marchel with a face full of hope.

"Of course honey. Mommy will slip it in your suitcase later" said Aliza, stroking Marcel's hair.

"Really? Horeeeeee!" Shouted marchel happily. Ahh, the feeling of tiredness and fatigue disappeared immediately when he saw the happiness that shined in his son's eyes. marchel then looked at the mother with round eyes.

"Mommy Bica keeps it buggy. I'm afraid that I will forget it," said Marchel in slurred language. He stretched out his hand to give his favorite toy which of course Aliza took, not forgetting the smile etched on Aliza's face.

marchel always took care of his mother's gift. Even when he accidentally saw a child touching the toy, he beat it until the child was injured.

When Aliza asked why she did that, she bluntly said.

"This is Mommy's purchase. This is mine! I don't want another shiver to touch it"

aliza could only sigh at that time. Out of nowhere marchel's stubbornness decreased. From her or from the man who had her life ruined.

At that time Aliza could only apologize to her neighbors. Luckily he just snapped at him and then asked Aliza to educate Marcel better. Although a little annoyed, but Aliza can only apologize repeatedly.

"Mommy ?" Asked marchel who is now pulling my bottom shirt

"Ummh? What's wrong, dear?" said aliza. He shook his head then looked at Aliza worriedly.

"Mommy is daydreaming," said Marcel. making aliza smile once again. He put his son's toy into the suitcase quickly and then he looked at his son who was now frowning in confusion.

"Now take off your clothes and take a shower, OK?"

marchel nodded then tried to undress with difficulty.

"Mommy! My head! My head pinched! Ukhh marchel so skinned belnafac" said marchel, patting his face which was blocked by his own clothes.

aliza who looks at her son with a giggle, but that doesn't mean she is silent. Therefore he will definitely help her right away.

"Oh keep it mommy son .. now Mommy's son will be free .." he immediately pulled the marchel up so that his clothes escaped.

"The pants are dear .. don't forget to open them" warned aliza.

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aliza smiled. He saw how his son was active in playing foam. Even with his nosiness the son poked his mother's face with some foam.

"Mommy is also playing, right?" he asked excitedly. He even hit the surface until the foam splashed everywhere.

"Now is not the time to play marchel .. what if we miss the flight?" Asked aliza starting to scare.

"Emm" he muttered looking unwilling. He then asked Aliza to immediately rinse his body. After all, the child knows enough if his mother is even willing to sell the house that his mother bought from his mother's work for the cost of the plane and also just in case later.

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Marchel has just finished drying herself painstakingly. Aliza is applying some special handbody for marchel toddlers.

"If I just cheated on it, mommy. You asked me, it's easy," he said in slurred language.

"Can't you help Mommy?" Asked aliza with a pitiful face. Oh he just doesn't want to waste time.

"I told you, Mommy can't help it," said Marchel confidently.

aliza sighed in her heart. could it not be dear. But we are in a hurry. But he could not possibly say that, because his son might be hurt because of what his own mother said.

aliza just needs to find a way so she can trick her son.

"Umhh is that so? Mommy knows that Marc can do it. But is Marcel really not giving permission to Momy to help my son who is already grown up?" Seduce Aliza with pitiful eyes.

Umh Marcel is very weak with his mother's gaze. Look at his mother's eyes that seem teary. Anyone would feel sorry for him.

"Yes," said Marc at last. He stroked Aliza's cheek

"Mommy, don't be sad" murmured marchel, which made Aliza want to burst out laughing at that moment. But he was still sane enough to do it.

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Even though Aliza is poor, it doesn't mean that she doesn't take good care of her son. Even Aliza doesn't take care of herself as much as she does her own marchel.

A few moments ago his son was ready, he looked very handsome. Even to make Aliza take pictures from all directions. He is really lucky to have a very handsome son.

Until they were insulted, sat in a garden not far from the airport. Soon he will leave.

aliza stared at the clock perched on her left hand. He thought that it was time for him to prepare the e-ticket and other necessities for check-in.

Soon the flight hours will arrive.

"Let's go inside," said Aliza, smiling. Ratih nodded then led her grandson, Marcel to walk with her because Aliza had to drag two suitcases at this time.

After checking in, and other matters, Aliza finally entered the plane.

Everything went smoothly even though this was the first time for Aliza and Marchel to fly. Of course it is different from ratih. He was originally from Indonesia, because his family who kicked him out because of the slander of his ex-husband and wife of his ex-husband, he was finally kicked out by his own family and crossed his name from the family card and decided to go to the Netherlands, the country where he and Aliza have lived so far.

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aliza sighed, they finally arrived at their destination. Yes, aliza just got off the plane. Until this is where they are.

"Mommy .. are we already in touch?" Marchel asked curiously.

aliza lowered her face then looked at her son who had now been led by his grandmother.

"Yes, is Marchel tired?" Asked aliza

"I'm just sleepy" he said, rubbing his eyes.

"Then we look for a taxi first. Today we stay at the hotel," said Aliza

"Why? Doesn't Mommy want to buy a house?" Asked marchel, confused. Previously, Aliza had said that when she arrived in Indonesia, Aliza would look for a house to live in.

"Marchel is sleepy isn't it? After all, after buying a house, we have to clean it first and that of course takes a long time" said Aliza.

"I see .." Marcel muttered softly.

Ratih smiled then looked at Aliza, who now looks busy dragging the suitcase in her hand. While he was leading his grandson who looked very sleepy at this time.

"We can stay at a friend's house tonight, aliza. We don't need to stay at the hotel like you said," said Ratih

aliza turned to her mother.

"Doesn't it bother my friend, mama?" Asked aliza looking worried.

"What did you say? That was my mother's house when she was young. I asked the friend to look after it before my family threw me out," said Ratih, chuckling.

"Hehhhh ?!" Shrieked aliza in shock.

"If you know that you will be kicked out, why don't you just sell the house before you leave?" Asked aliza in surprise.

"What do you think? Mama didn't sell it because someday I'll definitely come back. And look now, isn't now the time?"

aliza nodded in understanding.

"Then are we going to stay there oma?" Asked marchel

"Yes, we don't need to buy a new house or clean it like your previous mommy said. That's very long," said Ratih and coughed afterward. His condition is somewhat unhealthy at this time. aliza frowned. If it was his mother's house, why did her mother say that they were staying there for a while? And what confused him the most was because his mother at the beginning said that it was his friend's house. Even though it is his mother's house. Haahhh Aliza's head feels dizzy thinking about it. Is it because he is old, his mother is so convoluted? aliza glanced at her mother who now looks troubled.

"Mama just sit here. I'll look for a Taxi" asked Aliza because she didn't want to make her mother walk farther.

"Marchel can take care of oma right?" Asked aliza with a smile

"Hm. Of course caja" said marchel, nodding.

"Smart kid" aliza stroked her son's head with a smile.

"Alright .. mommy will look for a Taxi first" said Aliza then intends to leave before her son's voice instructs.

" daddy!" The marchel parrot who made Aliza's steps stopped.

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Aliza's heart seemed to stop beating.

Aliza turned to her son who was now walking towards a man with slightly long black hair, not forgetting his sharp blue eyes now staring at Marcel with a look of surprise.

"ar-arka" the male parrot looked at the marchel who was walking towards him.

The man stared in disbelief at the figure of a child who was like a duplicate of his younger brother.

"daddy?" Said Marchel who now looked up at the face of the bagas who was looking down at him.

"Is uncle my daddy?" He asked innocently which attracted the attention of the people around him.

Several flashes of the camera aimed at the man.

"Is that really your son, sir bagas?" Asked a reporter who happened to be covering at that time

aliza stared at the man not far from her in silence. He thought that this man must be a very influential person that the news about him caught the attention of the media crew. Or could it be that the guy is a celebrity? aliza shook her head, why did she think about it. He gasped as he just came to his senses from his shock. Quickly she walked towards Marcel and then crouched down to hug her son, who was still steadfastly staring at the man Aliza had just learned was named Bagas.

"May I know where you live?" Asked bagas while staring at Aliza. He didn't seem to care about the news chasers who were now taking pictures as they liked.

aliza looks suspiciously at the man in front of her. It's not that Aliza doesn't know bagas, she feels that she has seen bagas in a place. His face is familiar. And yes, Aliza has already remembered it. At that time he accidentally saw the cellphone of the man who became Marc's father. The wallpaper that the man is wearing is a photo of bagas and himself.

"Are they brothers?" Aliza's mind is wondering. Thinking about it made Aliza furious.

"What do I tell a stranger like you? Wherever I live is none of your business!" Aliza's words were somehow sparked with emotion. He felt that the man in front of him was a dangerous person who might want to grab the marchel from his side. aliza stared at the bagas sharply then chose to carry her son with the other hand she forced to drag two of his suitcases. Although you have to bother, of course.

"Just let mom take it" said Ratih

"No! This is too much for you mah!" Prevent Aliza from disagreeing. But Ratih forcibly takes one suitcase from Aliza's hand.

"Only one. Besides, I just dragged him. My strength is still strong enough to drag this aliza" said Ratih who made Aliza resigned.

Ratih doesn't know what the problem is, all she knows is that Aliza doesn't seem to like the presence of the young man named Bagas. At least he could help his son to get away from that place.

"aliza .. your name is aliza right?" Asked bagas after seeing Aliza's back who had moved away.

Aliza's steps stopped. He looked back without turning his body. marchel who was in his arms hugged his mommy neck tightly while smiling at Bagas. For a moment Ratih was surprised by it. Because as far as he knows his grandson has never shown a friendly face to strangers.

"You're right Aliza, right?" Ask Bagas again.

"What the boy-"

"He's my son !! Whatever you think I don't care! What is clear is he is my son! My son!" Said Aliza who cut off the bagas. He then decided to continue his steps.

For a moment Bagas smiled. Aliza's behavior at least made her even more sure about what she was thinking.

Aliza's back looks away, but for a few seconds Aliza stops her steps which makes Bagas frown in confusion.

"Ah and one more" said Aliza without turning or turning around at all.

"I hope this is our last meeting. I don't want to see your face for the second time" Aliza said coldly and then resumed her steps.

Hearing Aliza's words, bagas didn't feel threatened or offended at all.

"Yes, we'll see what will happen later" said bagas in a low voice, not forgetting the smile on his face when he saw how the boy carried by Aliza smiled at him while shaking his hand to say goodbye. From the movement of his lips bagas could tell what the little boy was saying.

'Bye, uncle. See you again'

Look, that kid just opened up to her. Why did Aliza say such cruel things to her? Ekhem, bagas smiled once again. Arka would have been surprised to learn that He had a son. How can Bagas be so sure if it's an archa boy? Marcel's face is of course a duplicate of his archaic childhood. What's more, bagas knows if Arka has had a girlfriend before. Yes and accidentally at that arka leaked the name Aliza to him. And even then without knowing it. At that time Bagas was in the office. He intends to invite his younger brother to have lunch with his father's room. But he, who had previously opened the door slightly, was forced to stop his intention when he overheard his sister muttering the name of someone.

'aliza'

Yeah and at that time he started to find out about his little brother. Even though he only knew that Aliza was the girl whose sister loved back in the Netherlands without knowing her face. Remembering the name bagas reminds something. He began to think, but in the next second bagas patted his forehead because he felt stupid.

"Shit! I forgot to ask his name" said Bagas, who now felt stupid because he did not know the name of his nephew.

But that's no big deal. Wherever Aliza is, wherever she is hiding, as long as Aliza is still living in Indonesia, the Marhesa family will definitely find her. One thing that Aliza doesn't know. aliza has been dealing with the richest families in indonesia and asia.

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aliza stared in disbelief at what was in front of her. A few minutes ago he left the airport and then took a taxi.

Until this is where the three of them stood, staring at a house with a garden and quite wide.

If you pay attention, it looks like this house has been abandoned by the owner for about a year.

I don't know, that's all Aliza has in mind. Why does he think so? It was because he could clearly see that the house had been framed with cobwebs and also the wild looking lawn.

"Are you sure if your best friend really lives in this house?" Asked aliza who poked the fence in front of him. Well, they haven't entered the gate at all.

"The dust is so thick" muttered Aliza then blew the dust that was in her finger. He glanced at Ratih waiting for an answer.

However, Ratih did not answer at all. aliza sighed, she could clearly see the surprised look on her mother's wrinkled face. Ah it looks like her mother was just as surprised as her.

aliza then took the cellphone in his pocket. It seemed that he was busy looking for the closest hotel to that place. It made no sense if he could clean the house in one day. What's more, he was alone. There was no way he could ask his old mother or his young son to help him. So the only way, yes, he must stay at the hotel now. What's more they just arrived.

"Mommy .." Called Marcel, who is now tugging at Aliza's skirt, asking for attention.

Feeling the movement of his son and also his adorable voice made Aliza look away from staring at the mobile screen in her hand.

"Yes dear ?" Aliza replied, who was crouching down to align her body with her son.

"What's up hum?" Asked aliza then stroked her son's mane.

"I'm sleepy ~" said marchel while rubbing his eyes which are now red and look watery because they hold back his sleepiness.

"Ahh!" Aliza didn't know what to say now. He wanted to ask his son to wait a while until they found the hotel, but he felt sorry for his son because after all his son was sleepy when he arrived at the airport earlier. aliza sighed. He had to find a taxi immediately so that he and his little family could rest now.

"Can you just sleep in Mommy's arms?" Aliza said with a smile.

"Umm ..." marchel muttered as he nodded his head. When the mother hugged her and then carried her, marchel immediately laid her face on her mother's shoulder, not forgetting the two tiny arms that hugged Aliza's neck tightly.

"Now, marchel can sleep," said Aliza then stroked her son's back with great affection. Because marchel has been holding back his sleepiness all this time, his blue eyes are now starting to fade and then not long after, his eyes are closed perfectly accompanied by a soft snore from the owner indicating the owner has flown to another world.

"Is my grandson already asleep, aliza?" Asked Ratih after being silent for a while.

Hearing her mother's voice who just spoke after a moment of silence made Aliza smile.

"She's a mama. Looks like she's so tired that even in such a state she can fall asleep" said Aliza, who is still faithfully stroking her son's back.

Although he was surprised too because his son usually can't sleep in places carelessly.

Maybe because I was tired, thought Aliza.

"Mama ... isn't this elite housing?" Asked aliza carefully. He was not previously Indonesian citizen. But when he looked for a hotel after writing the address of this place, he got a surprising thing. If this area is the residence of the entrepreneur's family. And that means if the mother's family is an unusual family.

"What are you saying? Don't you see that mama's house looks so ordinary?" Tanya Ratih looks to be hiding something.

aliza did not comment, her mother was right. Compared to other houses from this housing, you can say that his mother's house is the smallest and also the simplest. What's more, it is located at the very end. Come to think of it, Aliza even had time to see some of the houses of ah aliza and even hesitated to call them home. Because to him the mansions looked like castles like in fairy tales.

Even though his mother's house is small, it doesn't mean that his mother's house looks ordinary. Nice design. And no less good with people's houses outside of this housing, of course. Well I mean aliza among ordinary people. Because even though his mother's house is good, the house of this housing cannot match her mother's house.

"Mama .. I'll call a Taxi. We should just rest. I will clean the house starting tomorrow" said Aliza

"Yes, it can't be helped. It seems like it's already late in the evening. We don't have much time. Besides, March is already asleep," said Ratih with a smile.

"Mama wait here I-"

"aliza ?!" Call someone who is right behind his body. Well because now Aliza has turned her back on a woman and a man who just came out of the gate of her house which is right in front of Ratih's house.

"You're right Aliza, right?" Asked the woman who was now smiling hopefully.

aliza turned around and saw a very familiar woman who was now holding the hand of a handsome man.

"right? !!" Aliza exclaimed in shock, mixed with surprise and longing at the same time.

"Gosh !! This really is you ?! Oh god aliza. I miss you you know? !!" Kinan shrieked no less excited than Aliza. Both of them were so noisy that Raka shook his head at their behavior.

But raka didn't say anything. He knew that Kinan and Aliza were friends when they were in middle school and high school. kinan already told him His beautiful wife always brings up aliza all the time. Kinan even had time to nag him that they should honeymoon in the Netherlands. And of course he knew what her real reason was. dimas clearly refused. Not because he didn't allow Aliza to be friends with his wife. But he just didn't want his honeymoon time to be disturbed by even the smallest thing.

"I miss you too right! You're so mean not giving me information about your return at that time!" Aliza sulked, who felt uncomfortable with her attitude. Yes, when I graduated Kinan suddenly disappeared without giving him any news. To the point of making Aliza look for news from him from time to time. And look, he didn't get any news until he found out the truth now if his friend was in Indonesia.

Kinan and Aliza's voices make the man who is Kinan's husband worried if the little child that Aliza is carrying will wake up.

"Do they not realize if there are children here"? thought Raka

"I'm sorry aliza. My father took me by force at that time. I couldn't go anywhere. Then you !! You don't have a cellphone. How can I contact you huh ?!" Say blame.

Aliza stared at Kinan with his clumsy smile that didn't make Kinan's anger subside at all.

"Sorry right now. I thought at that time I didn't really need it" said Aliza.

"Yes yes yes! I take that as an excuse" said Kinan, rolling his eyes bored.

"So now what? Do you have it?" Ask right

"Have what you mean?" Asked aliza confused

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A janda managed to land on Aliza's head, making Aliza grimace because of it.

"Ouch .. it hurts right! What the hell are you thinking ?!" Aliza grumbled while pursed her lips.

'He hasn't changed a bit' thought Kinan

"Of course Hp is stupid. What do you think ?!" Say kinan while using arms

"Ah, I already have it. Here give me your cellphone, I'll type my number" said Aliza then grabbed the cellphone that was stuck out right at her with her left hand. Because his right hand was busy holding the marchel in his arms. Ah well, it looks like you haven't realized the son of his best friend.

"What are you doing here? You just moved?" Asked Kinan while glancing at the two large suitcases that were beside Aliza

"Hum .. I just arrived a few hours ago. You know, it's my mother's house" said Aliza, pointing to the ratih house which is located where the Kinan and Dimas houses are.

"Ah, you're going to live there?! The house was abandoned 1 year ago, ah, we better enter my house aliza. How about temporarily you stay at my house until yours is ready to live in?" Bargain right while smiling hopefully. While aliza seemed to be considering.

"Come on! Think of it as a friends reunion after all this time!" Persuade right

"But .. I don't want to trouble you right," said Aliza

"What are you saying stupid? !! Am I who you are?" Kinan looks angry

"My wife is right. We don't mind at all. If you don't mind, we can provide some rooms for you to use in the next few days," said Raka with a friendly smile.

"Who do you think he is?" Asked Aliza, who seemed to have just realized Raka's existence.

In his heart raka grumbled. Has that woman been unaware of his presence all this time?

"He's my husband" Kinan said then accidentally his gaze fell on Ratih who had been silent while watching their conversation.

"Ahh auntie. Sorry I forgot! Gosh I'm really not polite! Come in, make yourself at home," said Kinan feeling guilty for letting Mama Aliza stand on the road for a long time. Kinan then motioned for the security to open the gate.

Kinan stared at the boy in Aliza's arms. But he chose silence and did not ask anything.

"Let Mas Raka bring your suitcase, Aliza .. come on in!" Invite kinan with a cheerful smile.

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After Aliza arranges her things in the room Aliza has occupied. Now Aliza climbs the bed where Marcel is sleeping soundly accompanied by a very warm thick blanket.

"Mommy's son looks very sleepy .." said Aliza while stroking her son Marcel's gray hair since she was born has purple hair which is different from her own black hair color she thinks it must be the hair color of the man who fathered her son.

"Good night, dear .." said Aliza then kissed her son's forehead who was now sleeping

Kinan, who had been intending to open the door, seemed to have discouraged him. Yes, the waiter has prepared food because he is sure that Aliza hasn't eaten. But he had managed to slightly open the door and finally stopped when he heard Aliza's words.

"Aliza has a son?" His mind was wondering.

aliza has not seen the face of his best friend's son. Because his best friend's son fell asleep and his face could not be seen because he was drowning in his mother's neck.

But It's a wonder. Because he did not see the figure of Aliza and Aliza's husband, nor did he discuss marriage issues with him. Did Aliza's husband die? Or are they divorced? Or her husband is cheating on her?

"Does Mommy's son miss daddy? I'm sorry Mommy .. Mommy hasn't been able to tell him your presence yet .. Can Marcel wait, dear?" Said Aliza, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her son sadly.

'Aliza ..' thought Kinan sad. He at least understands the problem of Aliza.

"Come in right now .. hasn't your stalking habit gone, huh?" Said aliza in a slightly raised voice for fear of waking her son. aliza giggled as she stared at her room's door now slowly opening.

"S-since when did you realize I-I was there?" Ask Kinan embarrassed

"Umh .. since you touched the doorknob I guess" said Aliza with a smile.

"Come here ...!" Call Aliza then pat the side of the bed asking Kinan to come closer.

Kinan walked to the bed and sat beside Aliza in silence. He did not dare to look at the face of Aliza's son. Fearful that his movement could wake the son of his best friend.

"You didn't ask who he was?" Asked aliza with a smile

"I'm not forcing you to say it. If you're not ready I'll wait until you can really say it" said Kinan with a friendly face. He even looked at Aliza with concern because from what he heard from Aliza earlier, he caught something if Aliza had an accident and was pregnant out of wedlock. Well he thought like that.

"You don't have to look at me like that right, right?" Said Aliza as she tapped Kinan's shoulder who now showed a more concerned face.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Ask right. He knows if Aliza is the type of woman he used to be. Even Aliza once slapped a man hard in a public place for playing with Aliza's hair. His friend really upholds his honor.

"That's an old story .. I don't really think about it," said Aliza and then lowered her face to see the two interlocking hands.

kinan didn't say anything. He just kept quiet and listened. Because he knows that Aliza might tell her sad story that she doesn't know as a very close friend.

"You know not if from the beginning I was not a person who was?" Asked Aliza who got a nod by Kinan

"my mom suddenly got sick .. I need money .. so after graduation I went straight to work"

"I do all kinds of work .. be a cashier, be a waiter in a restaurant, even I worked in a bar"

"B-Bar?" Kinan parrots who looked surprised. He decided not to comment. Because he knew Aliza would explain it without even asking.

"I work as a porter right now .. what do you think? Ahahahahh" said Aliza then laughed. He forgot that his son was asleep. He laughed off when he saw Kinan's face dripping with sweat when he said that he worked at the bar.

"I work in the warehouse ... and even then I do it because that's the only job left with enough salary to support my life and mom" said Aliza which made Kinan sighed with relief. He had time to think that he never had.

"Then the man came ..." said Aliza with a sad face that made Kinan seem to be improving his position.

"Is the man in question is Marcel's father?" Inner mind

"He was very drunk .. then came to where I work and you know what he did to me" said Aliza then squeezed her skirt tightly.

Kinan quickly embraced Aliza's back to calm her down.

"I'm fine right ..." Aliza said then looked at Kinan with a sad smile. It is very clear how Aliza is holding back her tears.

"Then where is the man now? You did not ask the man to take responsibility?" Ask right

"After that incident he kept coming every day to apologize to me .." said Aliza

"Crazy! Does he think apologetically everything will return to how it used to be ?!" Kinan does not accept

"Well, you're right. As long as you know right. He even gave me money as payment for what he did to me" said aliza.

"Dammit !! Does he intend to equate you with a cheap woman out there? !!!" Shouts of anger. aliza bit her lip.

"Eehh sorry. I didn't mean to tell you," she regretted

"I know .." Aliza said softly

"Then where is that man now ?! I feel like I want to cut his body !!" Say right away

"One day he disappeared without news and I did not hear news about him until now" said aliza

"Aliza .." said Kinan feeling sad. He hugged Aliza tightly.

"You still have us .. you are not alone .." Kinan said to which Aliza replied with a nod.

"If you need something, tell me" said kinan

"Yes"

"Sorry because I'm not there when you really need a support .. I'm not a good friend sob ..." cried broke.

"Sorry .. I'm sorry .."

"What are you saying ?! You are my only friend. You're my best friend right now. Forget it. Besides, I don't think about it anymore" said Aliza, who is now breaking her hug and then wiping her tears right.

"Mommy ~" said marchel in a hoarse voice.

"Ah, Mommy's son is awake?" aliza immediately approached her son as well as kinan who wanted to see marchel's face. He was curious to death.

Red lips, sad eyes and the hoarse voice of a child who just woke up. Ukhhh I feel like hugging Marchel right now.

"Ahhh .. auntie to wake you up" he regretted with a face that looked sad.

"Never mind marchel's been asleep for a long time," said Aliza

"Mommy ~ .. is that beautiful auntie?" Asked marchel, who had just sat down from his reclining event.

"Kyaaaaa! She called me beautiful !! You heard that Aliza? Ahh your child is so cute" screamed Kinan who jumped happily without realizing his age.

"He's Mommy's best friend .. Ah Mommy already thinks of him as Mommy's dear brother .." said Aliza with a soft look typical of a mother.

"Caudala?" Marchel parrots and round cute eyes stared at Kinan with cute blinking eyes that made Kinan unable to hold her right now.

"Come here with Kinan's mother. You can call me like that" said Kinan and then carried Marcel who at first looked reluctant, but seeing his mommy nod, he finally smiled.

"Now then. Try calling me" commanded Kinan hopefully to the marchel who was already in his arms.

"W-are you right?" Said marchel doubtfully

"Kyaaaaaaa !! That's right !! Let's go to Aliza's kitchen, you must be hungry" asked Kinan who was sweaty about his intention before coming here.

aliza could only shake her head to see her best friend's behavior. Yes, at least he knows if you don't have children yet. Her best friend looks like a very happy mother.

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"Mas raka .. look at our son .. he's handsome right?" Asked Kinan, who had just arrived at the dining table and then sat the marchel in one of the chairs that he had specially prepared for his friend's son.

raka then looked at marchel which seemed to remind him of someone.

"You have to hear it mas raka! Come on honey, try calling me!" Say happily that made Aliza sweatdrop with a lanky attitude

"Mother Kinan! Mother Kinan is beautiful hehehe" Marched said with a cheerful smile

raka who had been silent now laughed at marchel's words.

"Well, Marcell .. that's the mother's husband there .. You can call him Raka's father" said Ino

"D-dad?" Beonya with a trembling voice that made Aliza and Ratih silent with their sad faces.

"Yes .. raka's father .. marchel can call him that" said kinan

"daddy laka!" Said marchel, making Kinan and the others laugh. Because marchel's slurred nickname makes raka's name sound funny.

raka himself didn't mind. He just smiled he even felt if his heart was happy. Hoping that someday he and his wife will get offspring. Yes, even if that's impossible. Because he knows that it is difficult for his wife to have children.

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arka stared at the file in front of him silently. But then his gaze turned to the laptop in front of him. His fingers moved incessantly. Yes, he is currently in his father's company.

"You're not home yet archa?" Ask bagas who just entered the room without knocking first.

"How many times have I told you if you have to knock before you enter!" Arka said annoyed but his gaze did not shift one bit from the laptop screen.

"Do you still have a lot of work to do?" Asked Bagas, who did not intend to respond to his younger brother's words.

"hm"

"Tch, aren't there any other words you can say my dear sister?" Flirt with bagasse which archa doesn't respond to.

"You're not exclaiming archa!" Grumbled bagas then lay down on the sofa in his sister's room.

"Don't you intend to visit your 'wife and child'?" Asked bagas

"I'm busy!" They are not my son! "Said arka coldly.

"You can take time off. I think daddy won't mind" said Bagas

"I am not interested!"

bagas just sighed. Then glanced at the younger brother who was still busy typing.

"Then what about 'him'? When are you going to visit him?" Asked bagas

arka stopped his work for the first time.

"I'll do it soon" said archa in a flat voice.

"And one more thing I'm not their father" arka glared at the bagasse

"but, no matter how you're the husband of their mother so-

"she's not my wife"! That bitch has set me up and made papa force me to marry her "?

"hm, you're right but now look now papa and mama really hate him after the proof of naila descent that you showed papa!"

"hm"

bagas then stood up and tidied up his appearance. After all, he didn't want to look bad when he returned home. His wife might not surrender to him.

He looked towards the arch for a moment. It reminded him of marchel. But he stopped himself from telling archa about what he saw earlier.

"I'm waiting for you at home .." said bagas then left the arch room. Yah left a man who now sighed.

"I miss you ..." said the blue-eyed man who now closed his eyes.

"Looks like I'll be overtime again" said Arka then returned to continue his busy life.

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