5

After asking permission from Mrs. Siti and Mr. Soleh, and the furniture was sold, and distributed some to the neighbors, Aska and I left for Jakarta a week before Aska went to school, Mrs. Siti couldn't hold back her tears as she let me go, she took me to the Bus Terminal , Mrs. Siti and I hugged each other to express our affection, 16 years with Mrs. Siti and Mr. Soleh, made me think of them as my own parents, as well as those who consider me as their child, and Aska as their granddaughter.

After the drama of crying before I left, I left Mrs. Siti and Mr. Soleh who were still staring at my departure, until I couldn't see them anymore, because Aska was swallowed from a distance, Aska's point was the same as me, he also loved them very much, but maybe because Aska had His desire to study in Jakarta made him still want to go to Jakarta, leaving Mrs. Siti and Mr. Soleh who always helped take care of him. But Aska also said that he would always visit his grandparents, and so did I.

arrived in Jakarta Aska and I went straight to the house that I was going to buy after I searched the internet yesterday, a simple house that is close to Aska's school and is located on the side of the road, I intend to open a clothes shop in that house I have also spoken with the owner of the house who I'm going to sell it to me on FB, and I've already decided the price, it's just a matter of taking care of the paperwork and payment.

Luckily, Aska, who rarely asked me for anything, allowed me to save more, the result of my 15 years of sewing.

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

arrived at the house that I was going to buy, I was greeted by the owner of the house, after taking care of the paperwork and the house payment was complete, the house seller said goodbye to me and Aska, Aska and I cleaned this house, which looked empty and dusty, there were no chairs or anything , there are only worn out mats.

"Aska, you just take a break, let mom do the cleaning," I said to Aska, seeing Aska who was tired from a long journey. It made me impatient.

"It's okay, I want to help mama" said Aska, and I let Aska help me, because Aska is a child who doesn't want to be denied, if it's to help my mother.

After that, Aska and I sat down on the floor, resting our tired bodies after a long journey, greeted by the job of cleaning the house.

truck crutches

I heard Aska's stomach sound, it seems the child is hungry but doesn't talk, that's how if Aska wants anything he must always hold it, instead of talking to me.

"Hungry" I said, Aska just smiled at me, I took Aska across the street, there was a ketoprak seller with his cart, Aska and I approached him and ordered 2 servings for Me and Aska.

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

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

When we were going home, suddenly someone grabbed Aska's hand, Aska stopped walking as well as I also stopped, Aska turned around to see who was pulling his hand, as well as I wanted to know who had grabbed my son's hand.

I saw a middle-aged woman who was holding Aska's hand, and staring intently, I frowned, confused by what the middle-aged woman was doing.

"Sorry ma'am, can we help you?" I asked her.

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

"Uh, sorry, son, earlier, Mrs. Reflex pulled her hand, you are very similar to your child when you were a teenager" said the middle-aged mother.

"It's okay ma'am, I understand, maybe my child is just like the mother's child" I said.

"Yes, maybe," said the mother, smiling.

"Hey, son, I thought this little brother was the eneng's younger brother, after that the old lady looked young," said the mother.

"Mom can you" I said blushing.

"What's his name? Who knows if we meet on the street we can greet each other" said the mother.

"My name is daughter ma'am, and this is my son Aska" I said.

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

because I always remember about that bad incident, so when I meet new people, I always get acquainted with my last name, as well as Mrs. Siti first.

"Fatima's mother's name, nice to meet you," said Fatimah's mother,

"Yes ma'am" I said

"I'm shopping, there's a lot of shopping," said Fatimah's mother, looking at the shop workers who were lifting the things I bought on the hood of the car.

"Yes, ma'am, because I just moved, so the house is still empty" I said

"Oh transfer from where?" asked Mrs. Fatimah,

"From Bandung ma'am" I said.

"Why not with her husband shopping?"

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Mrs. Fatimah's question, made me remember the man who had damaged me, the wound that was closed, seemed to lift again, I hate that man, the man who has damaged me, He may now be happy with his family, while I have to struggling alone, raising Aska, and earning a living on our own, Aska and I also had to accept insults and condescending stares from people. I was lucky enough to meet Mrs. Siti and Mr. Soleh in the city of people.

and now i'm back in my hometown, i don't know how i would feel, if i were to meet that B*******k man.

Luckily I didn't have to answer Fatimah's mother's question, because Aska, who had been silent for a long time, started to open his voice.

"Mah, the pick up driver said, what do we want to do together, do we want to take an angkot, because we don't know the address of the house yet," said Aska.

"Alright, let's go together" I said, I love the money, to buy rice, if a car wants to go home, why do I have to take an angkot, even though it's full, being a single parent makes me have to be good at managing money.

"Miss Fatimah, I'm sorry, I've been waiting," I said goodbye to Mrs. Fatimah.

"Yes, be careful, if you meet again, talk again," said Mrs. Fatimah.

"Yes ma'am, God willing, assalamualaikum" I said

" Wa'alaikumsalam " replied Mrs. Fatimah, Aska and I took a pick up car, Aska and I got in, the car was behind, Aska told me to sit in the front, but I refused. I don't want to be alone with the driver, I better sit in the back with Aska and the employee who transports the goods sits in the front with the driver. It's not that I don't want to sit in the front comfortably in the chair, but being alone with men is still a trauma for me.

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