Always Humiliated Husband Family
Our car

My son and I are ready for our best clothes.

I wear a wardah-colored dress that is below the knee length, while my hair I stall. People say I am beautiful with round eyes, clean white skin, sharp nose and ideal height and weight. But somehow Mas Hanung never once praised my beauty. Once upon a time, when we were dating and newly married. But now never again.

Husein, he is very handsome with clean skin, sharp nose, the shape of the body that fits and his hair thick black color sparkling, his hair cut short. If I estimate, about Husein 11 12 looks like the son of artist Fairuz Arafiq. Yes, he looks like what is the name of his son Galih Ginanjar? Um who is it, ah I have to scroll ig first it looks like. And after a while I knew what his name was, yes, his name was King Faas.

Husein and I walked side by side out of the house with fingers intertwined.

''Lho, Ma, why are we walking anyway?'' husein asked with narrowed eyes as we arrived outside the fence. ''Mama's motorbike is still in the garage, ''' he continued.

''We go to the Mall in the car, honey, '' I said.

''The cars? Whose car is Ma? Ah yes, I know, take a taxi, Ma?''

''Come, you come with Mama,'' I smile knots.

''Yes, Ma, '' Husein gave a small nod.

Not long after that we arrived at the next door neighbor's house. I then walked to the garage in the house, upon arrival in the garage, I immediately opened the shiny red car door.

''Ma, why did I get in Aunt Riska's car? Later Aunt Riska was angry, Ma,'' Husein looked panicked with a wry look looking left to right. Though I know Riska is not at home, she is out of the country with her husband and children. He left after the day of Hasan's death. My relationship with Riska is so good.

''Come on ride, darling. This is our car, Mama just bought Mama's money,''

''What? Really, Ma?'' netra Husein widened, and I was so gleeful to see her.

''Yes, dear,''

When the car had driven on the highway, Husein again made a sound.

''Mama's salary is becoming a writer and online trader in orange, blue and purple applications and what is it, is it bad, Ma's salary?'' ask Husein to make sure. He leaned his head on my shoulder. During this time Hasan and Husein did often see me again working.

''Yes, that's how it is, dear. Thank God it is enough for us. Moreover, one of Mama's scripts will be hosted by the publisher to be recorded and made into a film, ''' I explained.

''Wow, Mama is great. I'm proud to have a Mama like Mama,''

''Don't tell anyone, son? Including Papa and the Papa family,''

''Ready Ma,'' replied Husein definitely.

No one knew I was a writer and an online trader.

Because I use social media to work under pseudonyms, even profile photos using obscure photos, I am not ready to show what I really am. But I can't hide my identity constantly, I know, someday I will definitely be invited to appear on television and join the great people, because now I am a writer and a businessman.

But unfortunately, when my finances began to succeed, Hasan left before being able to enjoy the efforts of his mother, even though all this time I fought for Him and Husein. But I will never forget, I will routinely support orphans so that Hasan is happy there because of the sending of prayers from children who are honored by God and his prophet.

Again my eyes glazed over when I remembered Hasan, my eyes blurred, so I could not see the streets clearly. But I quickly wiped my tears, lest I bump into something.

I saw Husein, it turned out that Hussein was the same, tears had wet his cheeks. Hussein was the one who felt the most loss for Hasan, because every moment they were together.

O God, strengthen us.

Seriate.