I'm his mother
The Extra Part 2

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I'd love to be honest with Papa about what really happened. But again, the threat from the witch came back ringing in my ear until I was forced to go back to silence.

"Can Papah tell you the same story, what happened, baby? Where's the bruise from?" I asked her when she was near me.

But out of fear, I only responded with a headband.

"Emmm, okay. If you don't want to talk to Papa and also mom is okay. Darren wants to come with me?"

I turned to my new teacher. He offered me to come with him.

"Tomorrow on the weekend, I want to go on the road to Lembang area, if Darren wants, we can go together. In Sana there are tourist attractions that feature miniatures from several countries, there is also a mini zoo, there is also a recreational park riding. Darren just choose where to go and I'll be with you, how?" he continued again and of course it made me happy.

All this time I just spent studying and school. Never had a picnic with family.

Until I agreed to come along with Ms. Nami. But I was unable to say a word and could only answer with a nod of my head.

"Ok, then tomorrow we meet here huh, at the front gate. Now Darren comes home first with Papah, rest let tomorrow the spirit go his vacation," But I'm back to the head.

I really don't want to go home, I don't want to meet the two magic grandmothers. I want to sleep peacefully, I am tired of being haunted by both of them so even to sleep I have a hard time.

"Dear, why? Talk dear dong, let us understand, "persuade Papa again who finally made me open my mouth. Voicing my opinions and desires.

"I want to join Mother Teacher Pa, please, let me stay at Papa's teacher's house. This time, Darren asked Papa to let Darren stay at the teacher's house."

"Are you sure, baby?" ask me again and I shake my head.

Like getting a mother figure that I never got from Mama Alma. And for whatever reason, Mama Alma hates me so much.

I really don't know why he hates me and lets that crazy woman keep running me down.

And now, here I am. My arrival was welcomed by a grandmother who turned out to be the mother of Bu Nami.

Middle-aged women who are frail but still eager to do activities at home. Here, I was treated so well.

Until it feels like I don't want to go home and just want to stay here for as long as I can. This house is much simpler than my house.

However, the warmth within her was much better than in my family's mansion. If I could, I would trade all of this for whatever I had so I could be with this warm family.

Even the dinner menu that I eat today is far from luxurious and expensive. Just a simple menu but makes me very greedy when eating it.

It turns out like this is dinner with a family who loves each other? It turns out that a simple menu is much more delicious than expensive food, if we eat it together with people who love each other.

Really, I feel so envious of Mom Nami. She doesn't have what I have right now, but Bu Nami looks so happy.

It was a stark contrast to me who had everything but my life never felt happy even if it was only for a moment.

If I could ask, could Namira's mother be my mother, my God? I want her to be the Mama I've been missing all this time.

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