FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIP
Chapter 261 MILA'S MEMORIES
"Bak Sri has a child?" ask Mila. All she knew was her status as a widow.
"Had, Mil. One. He lived with both of my parents in the village" Sri replied.
"Oh yeah? Why weren't you invited here?" ask Mila.
"Ngaco. I'm here working. Child-carrying time" replied Sri.
"If you say the same, Miss Sari, nothing too, Ma'am," said Mila.
"No. Let my son be with both my parents. I am sorry if I work too. He will not have a play. In the village there are many."
Sri's mind drifted to her hometown. Only children who have started school. Although still TK.
Sri was once allowed to go home only to accompany her son's first day of school.
It was great to see her little one playing with her school friends. It just so happens that his son's school is only around where he lives. He also plays with his friends at home.
At that time Sri could not be seen his son who ran here and there cheerfully. And want to always be able to accompany his little hero at all times.
But circumstances do not allow for that. Sri has to go back to the city. Making a living to be able to support children and their parents who no longer have income.
Sri has one older brother. But his burden of life is also huge. It was not possible to help both parents.
"Mom!" Mila patted Sri's arm which was again daydreaming.
"Eh, yes!" Sri immediately tried to restore his mind that was drifting far away.
"Let's daydream. Inget his son, huh?" guess Mila.
"Yes, Mil. He's a funny kid. I've always missed him" Sri said.
"Where to look. There's a picture, right?" pinta Mila's.
"There was. A moment."
With enthusiasm, Sri took the phone that was always in her pocket. And start opening the gallery.
In his cell phone gallery, there are many photos of his son. Sometimes Sri's cousin, who happens to be one school with Sri's son, sends her a photo.
Photos of his son's school activities.
"It."
Sri showed the pictures to Mila. Mila enthusiastically saw it by sliding the screen of Sri's phone.
"It's funny, Mother. What's name?" ask Mila.
"Arya Pradana's. He was only five years old" replied Sri.
Mila nodded as her eyes continued to stare at the photos.
Mila also remembered the life in the orphanage where she lived first. Now there are only a few small children. His son Sri's age.
Seeing those who are funny again, makes Mila could not bear to imagine their shortcomings.
Mila gave up some of her salary for their lives. Counting the favor.
"God! How do you even daydream?" Sri tapped Mila's arm.
"Eh! Yes, Ma. I remember the kids in the home. They are also Aryan. I often visit them on holidays. It's really fun to play with them" said Mila.
"The world is without burden. Cheerfully. Even if they can protest, they will definitely ask why they were separated from their parents" continued Mila.
Mila remembers, she was placed in a home at the age of Arya, her son Sri.
Mila could still remember those memories. Said Hani's mother, the owner of the home, for days Mila just cried. Until finally Mila can interact with friends her age.
And after that, little Mila could forget her mother.
Until now, Mila never knew where her mother was. Are alive or are gone.
Moreover, the existence of his father who disappeared since Mila was two years old. My face had forgotten.
I don't feel like his eyes are watering.
Mila immediately wiped her tears.
Sri pulled Mila's hand to sit down. And let Mila drift in her feelings.
It'sit's nothing. Just let Mila feel relieved.
Then Mila told Sri about her past life. A sad past, at the same time fun.
"So you never see your mom and dad again, Mil?" ask Sri.
Mila shook her head sadly.
"Aren't you going to look for them?" ask Sri.
Mila shook her head again.
"Why? After all, they are still your parents, Mil," asked Sri again.
"They never looked for me, Mom. My mom should know where I live. Because he's the one who's been nitipin me in the parlour." Mila swallowed her saliva.
"But in fact, my mother hasn't come back since she left me there" Mila continued.
Sri asked himself inwardly. How come there are parents who don't care about their children at all? Leaving without any intention of coming to him.
"Maybe your mother has...." Sri can't say it.
"Died?" ask Mila.
Sri nodded.
"Come, Ma'am. I just resigned. Even if he dies, may all his sins be forgiven, which have abandoned me" Mila replied.
Mila has never forgiven her parents. Hence until now, there had not been the slightest intention to search for them.
For Mila, her parents are Hani. The owner of the home that has been taking care of her since childhood.
Also sister Maya. The person who eventually facilitated Mila to be able to go to school in Nursing Middle School.
Sri was caught hearing Mila's words. He imagined, what if his son also someday did not want to admit it as a mother?
Ah, no way. I always end up saving it. Although I rarely meet. Batin Sri's.
Sri can't call her son often. Both of his parents could not use their cell phones. Purchased is free.
When he returned home, Sri once taught both parents to use smart goods. But still can't.
The phone was just in his mother's room. Though Sri has been willing to buy it from the rest of the money he holds.
"But for example your mother or father is looking for you, do you want to see him?" ask Sri.
Mila shakes.
Sri sharpened her gaze on Mila.
"meaning?" ask Sri.
"I never thought about it, Mom. Imagine it never, ever" replied Mila.
Sri was silent to hear it.
"I also forgot their faces. Especially my father's face. There is no shadow at all" continued Mila.
Just like my son. He never knew his father's face either. Because Sri was divorced since her son was a baby. And the man left never to return.
"I'm sorry, Mil. But you're great. Being able to live independently at a young age," said Sri, to encourage Mila.
"Small, Mba. After graduating Junior High and the parlors couldn't afford my school anymore, I would have to work. Let it not be troublesome and burdensome," said Mila.
"Yes, Mil. But no matter what the circumstances, you are still a great kid. You can also help the parlor with your salary money." Sri again praised Mila.
"That's all I can do to return the favor. Yes.may money from me that is not how much, can help reduce the burden of the home" said Mila.
"Miles. May I be invited to the parlour sometime?" The rods suddenly appear.