webnovel

It's my dream (English version)

I'am, Zahrana Bilqis, a beautiful name given to me by my parents which means "beautiful flower." Mom and Dad love me very much. Even though Papa has two more children from his previous marriage. My life is happy to have two stepsisters, we love each other. Ever since I was little, they always looked after me when I played, or when Mother was away at work. Until I grew up, we still respect each other. It was never proven by words, that stepbrothers were evil or julid in my family. Lately, I often see Mother alone in the room, when Papa is not at home or is out of town. Yesterday when I walked into Mother's room, she was wiping away her tears, it looked like she had been crying. When asked, the answer was not feeling well. I've known for a long time that Papa's ex-wife always interferes with Mother's life. It was as if he couldn't accept seeing Brother and Sister love Mother more. He did everything he could to make Papa and my two stepsisters hate Mother. Now I'm an adult, a student at a well-known state faculty in my city. I won't let anyone hurt you. Even if it's my dad. Hey, reader, keep on following the story until it's finished! Don't forget to like, comment and rate, thank you. Don't forget to stop by in my other stories too. 1.The wound in my heart 2. Choise lover

Novita_Adha · Urban
Zu wenig Bewertungen
35 Chs

Affection

Part 3.

After accompanying Mother shopping, I put all my stuff in the trunk. Mother immediately got into the car, it seemed she was a little down because of the presence of my Papa's ex-in-laws.

I don't want to ask too many questions, let Mother calm down first. Because the meeting at the supermarket was unexpected. Moreover, Oma Nely had time to say harsh words that made supermarket visitors surprised and confused. They think my mother is really a harlot. Hm ... the old grandmother is attached, her mouth is like a garbage can.

How long do you want my mother to be mentally like this? In the words of the actor, who knows who took someone's husband. It's clear that Mother married when Papa was five years old. It's surprising, that Grandma is attached when she talks to her stomach's content. Rich people but their mouths are not educated.

Never happy to see my mother happy, always annoying. Papa's ex-wife and father-in-law, have not moved on until now. Papa wants to be acutely single, then they are satisfied.

"Mom... why don't you stay quiet, are you still not feeling well?" I asked.

"Hm ... a little," he replied curtly.

"Don't worry about the old grandmother's words, Bund! Everything will be fine. Let the words turn to them!"

"Hush, it's not good to pray like that!"

"Hey... hey, that's the end of Oma Nelly's habit, if you meet Mother, you will definitely like julid!" remember me.

"Anyway respect!" said his parents, must be

Mother.

"Shhh ... how do you want to be appreciated? He just never appreciates Mother?!"

"N-ah, don't talk about that anymore, Mother is lazy to hear their names!"

"Let's eat at the usual place, Bund!"

"Okay, by the way, Mother wants to eat something

It's hot with soup, so sweat comes out Mother's body!"

The car turned left at the red light intersection. There is a famous meatball and chicken noodle stall there. The merchants are friendly, making buyers feel at home and comfortable sitting for long in their stalls.

I first knew the place from my college friend, Arini. He knows the best hangout places. It's normal for young people to often see social media hangouts that are going viral. Then make an appointment to come with his friends and gang.

The car entered the yard of the meatball stall which was quite crowded with two-wheeled vehicles. Luckily there is still parking for four wheels. From afar the parking attendant is running to position the car.

"Mother, just get off here, Za! Let Mother find a seat in there!"

"Okay, bund!" I said.

After parking the car properly, I went down after Mother. As soon as he got out of the car, the smell of meatball soup wafted through the wind, piercing his nose. As if calling buyers to stop by and enjoy the available menu.

I looked around looking for Mother's whereabouts, I looked around the room. From far away someone is waving at me. "Zaa... here!"

********

As soon as I turned to the left, it was Mother who was screaming for me. Thank goodness there was still room for us to eat this afternoon. Seeing this many visitors who came, it seemed impossible that there was another empty place. You're really cool, eh, maybe my mother stole another visitor's place, I thought.

"Zara! Sit here, how come you're still dumbfounded!"

"Ahh, yes Mother," I said.

"How can you get an empty place?" My curiosity beats hunger, guys.

"Ahhh, you're like that!" he answered.

Wow, I don't feel good anymore, hearing Mother's answer. Not to mention completely answered, a waiter brought a menu book, Mother immediately took it and ordered a special menu at this shop, for two complete servings with lemon tea juice.

Without asking me, Mother just played the message, guys. It's okay I forgive because our tastes are almost the same. Just a different age. Hey... hi.

After the waiters left with notes and menus, then I was able to sit quietly. "Ehh, Za, do you want to know how did you get this seat?!"

Olah, it turned out to be a dipper for a while, he ... for a bit. Without being asked the mother wanted to answer my curiosity.

"There was a visitor at this place eating. A man, that's cool!" Mother paused, then continued in a whisper.

"Mother acts sluggishly like people haven't eaten all day, while still looking for an empty place!" he explained.

"Then what happened, Bund?" I asked

"The man watched Mother, then finished eating. He offered this seat to Mother! Then the man got up from his seat and went to the cashier, smiling at Mother.

"Surely you haven't had time to say thank you, have you?!" I guess.

"Yeah, you're right Za."

"Ahh, never mind, the important thing is that we get a seat! Next time we meet Mother, thank you."

"Do you still remember the face of a man that?" I asked.

"Ahh, it seems Mother has forgotten her face." Mom's words made me laugh out loud.

Not long after our orders arrived, the aroma of the meatball soup pierced our noses. I brought the tip of my nose to the top of the bowl. "Hmm... it smells good," while rounding two fingers towards Mother.

*******

Derrtt... Derrtt ...

The sound of the cellphone vibrated, it seemed that it was from inside Mother's bag. He hastily opened his bag and then wipe the phone screen. It turned out that Papa was calling via a video call connection. The cellphone is placed in front of the glass, then we can see our faces eating meatballs together.

"Assalamualaikum, Papa!" I said.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Za! Wow, it's fun to relax while eating meatballs," commented Papa

"Hee ... hee, yes, Papa! Earlier, Za accompanied Mother to the supermarket for monthly shopping. Then she stopped at the place where we were subscribed."

"Bang Rey and Sis Mona, why weren't they invited?"

"They haven't come home from work yet, Mas! We were going after Zuhur!" said Mother.

"Oh yeah, they came home from work this afternoon," said Papa Harry.

"When are you coming home, it's been three days already?" Mother protested.

"God willing, tomorrow afternoon Mas departs from here!" he explained.

"Be careful over there! Don't forget to eat and pray!" remember Mother to Papa.

"Yes, my dear mother! You also take good care of yourselves, Za drives the car carefully, okay?" remember Papa to me.

"Ready, Papa! Then we continue eating again yes!" I said. After saying hello, I ended the video call. Mother's face was gloomy and suddenly turned red with a smile. It's amazing how much love mom and dad have. That quickly can change a bad mood into a good one.

"Mom, do you want to add more meatballs?"

"This has scallop satay and crackers! Just take whatever you like!" I said.

"Ugh, Za wants to make Mother fat, huh?!"

"Hee… hee, no! Just wanted to make Mom's just happy," I said leaning back on his shoulder.

Seeing Mother smile again, is enough to make me happy. Because since yesterday Mother has been locked in her room, not going to the boutique with the excuse of being sick.

This often happened when Papa was out of town on duty. When Papa is at home, Mother always looks happy, never gloomy. There were only occasional small debates between them.

While enjoying the meatballs and scallop satay, the sound of the cellphone vibrated again. This time the voice came from inside my sling bag.

To be continued...