She's my mother
My name is Star

The sound of a woman's moaning makes the fur crouch, especially this is still at 3 pm.Tak long sounded a heart-wrenching sobbing.

Room measuring 3×3 meters is made of wooden walls that are not tight with each other installation.Many blame in some parts, especially the top of the ceiling that does not close makes the sound heard to the nearest house, plus the night time is quiet.Klop if the sound is enough to make people who hear pairs of ears.

"Whoa ma'am"heard a voice that broke the silence, the woman who was asked looked scared instead.

"Like a female voice sir, not a medi right sir?"

"Your mind is medi wae bu, obviously it's a human voice!"upset the man.

"Well, how's this guy night, whose voice is trying ?"

The middle-aged man moved from the bed to the outside of the door, the wife following her husband every step.

"Where are you going, I'm coming" the woman with her hair curled around her husband's back.

"We're looking for that voice, pity if it's a human who needs help"

With the flashlight of the man out of the house with his wife, they were silent for a moment in front of the terrace.The groaning sounds again faintly.With the eyes they nodded like a code of which direction they would take.

In a different place a beautiful woman who was very young, lying with her hands tightly pressed against her stomach, the sweat of a grain of corn splashed on her beautiful face, an immeasurable pain made her involuntarily moan.

"Why are you, what did you eat to get a stomachache?"

The voice of a middle-aged woman who seemed to be the mother of the beautiful woman.Woman whose face looked panicked but could only sit beside her child.He had wrapped his daughter's stomach and legs with eucalyptus oil.

"Mr Nah.mak Nah.maaak!"that loud enough voice made the middle-aged woman flinch, she looked at her daughter's face.

"There are people, you go out and open the door!"The beautiful woman simply nodded resignedly by continuing to endure the sensation of her stomach ache.

"Whose voice is whimpering?"the middle-aged woman who followed her husband, but now her position is even in front of the husband.

"Mak Wiji and Pak Gandi, that's Sukma's voice!"

The three of them rushed to Sukma's room a beautiful woman who invited the neighbors because of her moaning voice.

And they had not yet entered the room the sound of calls from behind the entrance was heard again.

"Please, only you can open the door!"

Mr. Gandi assented and headed back towards the entrance, while the two middle-aged women went into Sukma's room.

"O Lord, what pain are you!"mak Wiji stroked Sukma's forehead that was soaked with sweat.

"He was in pain in his stomach and either ate the wrong thing" explained mak Nah who again looked panicked.

Mak Wiji observed Sukma's condition, and soon he gasped to see a red stain behind Sukma's buttocks.

"Yes Lord ..mak Well your son is miscarried" the expectant mother Wiji who made them both panic again.

*****

It has been two days Sukma just stay at home, accompanied by his only child who almost got a sister, Sukma, but sustenance has not returned to Sukma until he had to lose a baby in the womb that he did not even know.

Yes, the young woman who was only 23 years old was not aware of her second pregnancy which had entered the second month.

The pain of remembering the baby who just left 2 days ago only he felt.Suami who works away from home can only go home 2-3 days each month.

Sukma looked at her daughter's face playing on the bed with the dolls her husband brought a few years ago.

The little girl whose face resembled the father looked so serious, making Sukma smile thinly.

"Ma.that's your coworker visiting, mak tell me to come in here or you meet in the guest room"mak Nah suddenly entered the room.

"Let me see Mama"

Sukma went down slowly from the iron bed of his great-grandmother, his steps slowly towards the living room where his friends waited.

Before long Sukma had joined his co-workers, the story about the miscarriage was reviewed again.

"Let's eat while chatting, mak stay behind ya..cah ayu come here!"

The 3-year-old little boy according to him was carried by Mak Nah to the back room.

The conversation was re-connected and increasingly looked crowded with jokes that seemed to be scrolled to entertain Sukma.

"So you didn't call your husband Ma?"The beautiful woman nodded.

"Yes later if it comes yes Ma new story, eman costs his wartel"celutuk Sukma friend who is fat.

It had been more than an hour they chatted until finally they say goodbye, Sukma reached for a kettle that had been light because the contents had run out, and also a tray containing glasses and dishes where fried bananas were also toilet.

Slowly the woman headed for the kitchen that looked silent, her steps slowly towards the front when all the kitchen tools she had put in washing, suddenly a voice called out.

"Yes..!"

Sukma looked back, there was no one, the beautiful woman headed towards the back room where the mother used to sleep.

Mak Nah's tired face makes Sukma's heart, the middle-aged lung woman clenched her grandson's small body.Sukma frowned when she heard the sound of the call back.

"Yes!"

The beautiful woman looked at her daughter who was real asleep in her arms. It was as if he was not hallucinating with a voice that he was actually calling out to him.

Sukma moved to his room, trying not to heed the voice that sounded like a little boy's voice.

The beautiful woman was already on her bed trying to close her eyes, in her mind she had to be healthy immediately in order to move back.

Sukma gasped at the handsome boy in front of him, his round cheeks made an uneasy, the look of the little face was like a stranger in his eyes.The handsome boy reached out to him.

Sukma screamed as the small body suddenly floated on his lap and stared at him.

"Who's my name buuu?"

"Hhhhhhh...."

The beautiful woman was sitting down from her bed, her eyes were watching the surroundings, her body still seemed to be trembling with bawling breath.

"What was that?"

"Oh my God who is that little boy?, why does he call me mother"

Sukma's mind tried to reason, and suddenly he jolted, the tears he could not bear.

"Are you my son, son?"the trembling voice was reciprocated by an invisible nod.

"You asked my dear mother for a name?"

Back those clear eyes blinked with her cute smile.

Sukma sighed which made the tightness in his chest loosen, he thought as if looking for something unconscious his lips chanted.

"Your name is the STAR dear"

"My name is BINTANG" that sweet smile bloomed in the thin and red lips of the boy who looked like he was 4 years old.

SERIATE

See you again with mom 😊

This story is set in the 90s yes.there is still no hape if in the villages, except big cities and khaya people.In the village only know the wartel with a fairly expensive cost for that time.

Mother again asked for his support yes, for the spirit of completing the story..

Good luck reading hope you like the story✌😘