Mak Ningrum's Heart Wound.
Chapter 1

"Who are you?" I was a little raised when I just came home from S. Arrived at the house of the mother, who opened the door not him, but a teenager. What else is a messy mother's house, it never seems swept. My mind became unsettled that nothing had happened to Mom.

The mother of people who always maintain cleanliness, it is impossible if you let the ashtray on the table until it is full of cigarette butts, from the outside it is very visible. I turned to the table on the terrace looking dusty, the floor felt crisp on the stamp because I took off my footwear.

"I'm Jesinta, Mr. Agus' son." Answer the girl. I don't take it easy, Pak Agus's son means mother's stepson. It is only natural that he lives with his father.

"Then where is Mbok Sri?" My toot. Before I left, deliberately looking for ART to help Mom, it was impossible if the buyu was still here the house was left in a mess.

"Oh, Mbok came home, he said his son was sick." Answer Jesinta right or not, I don't know.

"Who are you?" The girl asked back. We did not know each other because when Mother and Pak Agus married, Pak Agus did not invite or introduce his son to Mother what else I was.

"I'm Gayatri, the son of Ningrum, the owner of this house," I replied not arrogantly, for suppressing the word, the owner of this house. But I just want him to know that I'm going home by myself, not a guest.

"Where is Mom going?" I asked, as I went inside. Because that girl didn't tell me to come in. I already miss my mother. But once inside, how surprised I was, a middle-aged woman came out of the mother's room.

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"Where's Mom?" I asked for the second time, turning to the girl named Jesinta. Why is mom's room occupied by another woman.

"Emak's with Dad who's working on a project out of town." Answer the girl. I believe it, because Mr. Agus and my mother always work together. The mother of the cooking section while Mr. Agus supervises the project staff.

"Then who are you? Why did you get out of Mom's room?" I'm still asking naturally, not wanting to think badly.

"Oh, that's my Mother Ratri, because I'm afraid to be alone in this house, so ask to be with Mom as long as Mom and Dad haven't come back. But since you're here, I'll tell you to go home" he replied.

I was tired of ignoring the middle-aged woman, because she did not greet me. Immediately pull the suitcase towards the room that I have not slept in for 6 months.

I opened the door of the room scanning the surroundings, not much different from below. My room is random cadre. Smelled of perfume like the perfume in Jesinta wear. That girl must have slept in my room. It's too bad they've used my room and mom's room. Mending tidied it feels like to nag.

"Astagfirrullah's..." I can only Istighfar from where I should start cleaning this house. I went to the bathroom immediately after turning on the lights. The bathroom that before I left the kinclong, is now mossy if not careful can fall terpleset.

I went back downstairs, but didn't find the two women, I mean I wanted to find a broom. The important thing is that I clean the room first so that I can relax after the trip.

I remember in the back of the house used to be Mbok Sri keeps a broom. I opened the back door, and there were dried leaves strewn about for how many months not on the broom. Looks like the thing I'm looking for is leaning against the wall apparently his head is half due to fall out.

It's good that, rather than nothing, tomorrow I will buy a broom, a plan, soap and so on. I went back to the room to start tidying up the room, but the important thing is to brush the bathroom first so that it is not slippery. With the equipment of the lidi that has stayed pretty good can to clean the moss.

I had to use the liquid bath soap I took from my suitcase to clean the floor and bathroom walls using an unused toothbrush.

Turns out right, immediately I change the sheets, then continue mopping. After Kinclong I changed clothes. But not take it from the closet but rather, take a shirt from a suitcase and shorts.

"Thank God..." I put her body in bed it feels so comfortable. Ah, if only there was a mother I would have embraced me, I miss once.

I live in the city of S, take care of papa Daniswara's company, he is my biological father. Papa actually lives in Jakarta with his legal wife named Banuwati.

Long story short Mother Ningrum, the rape victim who was committed by Papa Daniswara when she was a teenager, when she worked at her home as ART. At that time, my father was drunk. My mother was pregnant with me. But I don't think I need to remember that wound.

It turns out that the rape traumatized Mom to not want to marry any man. Up to 8 months ago Mother wanted to marry a widower named Agus.

Looks like the man is good, so I let Mom get married with buyu. For two months I lived together. When I graduated was not papa Daniswara who attended the invitation, but Pak Agus with Mother.

I'm happy to see you back cheerful, so I accepted papa's offer. Papa's company in town S has been handed over to me.

For 3 months I was with Mak Ningrum always long distance communication. Every morning before the office, and the night when I came home from the office I always called, hearing his voice had already treated the taste of kangen. But for the last three months, my mom has been hard to call.

That's what makes me not calm, immediately want to go to Jakarta my heart is moved to meet Mom. I can work online from here. But it turns out that when I got here, I didn't know where.

Later I will ask for Pak Agus mobile number to Jesi, if indeed Mom with him would be able to chat with Mom.

I'd better take a nap, before the dzuhur wake up. Tired also felt, at 9 am I arrived at the airport in Jakarta, the trip is not up to an hour anyway, from the city of S. No more wasting time I'm out looking for a cab.

"Taxi" Call me waving. The taxi pulled over where I was waiting.

"Where's Neng?" Ask the taxi driver.

"Campaign ××× narrow gang," I replied. But the road is jammed at 10 just arrived in the alley. Looking for a motorcycle taxi, I did not have to walk to get here. I'll get home later I'll rest. I thought, but in fact I just sorted out.

"Allah hu akbar - Allah hu akbar"

Hearing adzan dzuhur I immediately woke up well enough to sleep 30 minutes. Immediately I took the ablution water, then opened the cupboard to take the mucena.

However, to my surprise, all my clothes were absent. Change someone else's clothes. Who else if not Jesinta. Instantly I turned to cardboard opening the rapia bond. Turns out the cardboard is for storing my stuff.

I'll go downstairs, I'll make a calculation of what they want. Basic bale!

...SERIATE....