Hugged Me, Mother
chapter 9

"Alya have dinner first. I've prepared food for you" Marlina told Alya.

Marlina did open in de kost at her house. She lives alone in a mansion because her husband is dead and her only child is working abroad and only comes home occasionally.

Because of loneliness, Marlina opened services in de kost specifically for girls.

"Don't bother Mom, it doesn't feel good for everyone else" Alya said as she walked up to Marlina who was sitting in the dining chair.

"You haven't worked yet so I'm deliberately giving you free meals that others won't envy because they're also treated the same way you were when they weren't working" Marlina explained.

At the house Marlina indeed there are two people who have been ngekost for a long time, now become three with Alya even though he did not know Alya was at home or not there.

"Thank you, Mom. I'll find a job tomorrow."

"New to eat?" ask Marlina's hostess to them.

"Julia, let's eat with us" said Marlina.

Julia is the girl who has been spending time at Marlina's house for the last two years because of which Julia and Marlina are close.

Alya smiled kindly at Julia and the smile was warmly welcomed by the girl named Julia.

"New kid huh? Introduce me Julia." Julia extended her hand at Alya who was still smiling towards him.

Alya shook Julia's hand and told her name. "Yes, I'm Alya."

"Udah, let's eat."

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The Chandra house.

Tonight there was no more cheer in that mansion. Chandra keeps confining himself in his room as he keeps getting cold from Najwa.

"What should I do now? The Najwa that I love so much and that I love so much now hates me so much" Chandra murmured.

Chandra looked at the door of her room! Usually if she had not gone out for dinner, Alya would knock on her bedroom door and force her to eat dinner and at the dinner table, Najwa had filled her plate with rice and various side dishes.

"May you be okay out there Alya. I'm not your real mother but actually I love you just that your face is so similar to Winda that I always feel pain when I see you. Forgive me for not being able to endure the pain in my heart any longer."

Yes, Chandra actually loves Alya but the feeling is always lost when he sees Alya's face which is very similar to his real mother's face. It is undeniable that Chandra also feels guilty for expelling Alya but would like how else, after a long life in wounds, he wants to enjoy a happy life without Alya who always reminds him of the betrayal committed by Fathir and Winda to him.

Maybe with Alya's departure from his home, he will be a little calm and slowly forget his dark past.

In the dining room.

Najwa sat on the dining chair while playing rice and side dishes that had filled his plate.

There was not a bit of rice that he ate, he kept thinking about the problems that now befell his family.

Najwa felt wrong with what he had to do, between Alya and his mother, he loved them very much.

"Why don't you eat the rice, Ma'am? From earlier I noticed Mbak just playing his rice," said Arman.

"Mas Arman, when did Mas buy me?"

"From five minutes ago. I want to find Mbok Darti but when I come here there is a Mbak who is sitting and daydreaming. Don't daydream Mommy, it's not good for health either."

"Where is Alya going?"

"His phone's off, I'm afraid she's doing something."

"Sir Alya is an adult, he can certainly take care of himself only yesterday he came out of this house maybe Alya needs time to be alone, he will also inform Najwa if his heart is calm."

"Non Najwa just eat, Mbok knows that Non Alya really loves Non Najwa and also Mother. Not long after he will definitely go home to meet all of us," said Mbok Darti.

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The Farhan house.

"A lot of anxiety, brother?" ask Julian.

"Well, does it look? Sok know your tempe," said Farhan who was sitting on a chair on the balcony of his second floor.

"Yes tempe, the person from earlier I noticed brother daydreaming continuously. It must be Alya."

"No, Alya, who tried."

Farhan is still hiding about his relationship with Alya from his family and also his closest people.

"Don't pretend you don't know. I know you're close to Alya, Aunt Chandra's son, or maybe you're not just close enough that you're probably already dating."

"What the hell are you. I want to rest!" Farhan got up from his seat and started to step.

"I'm not looking for this!" Julian showed the photo he found on the floor of his sister's room.

"Where did you get this? It's not polite to take someone else's stuff." Farhan immediately took over the photo from his sister's hand.

"Who took it? Your people on the floor."

"Don't ever touch brother's stuff." Farhan immediately left Julian who was still standing at his original place!

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In Alya's room.

Alya stared at the photo of Najwa and Chandra with tears slowly dripping down.

"Just yesterday I left home but I missed you guys. What are you doing, sister, have you forced Mom to have dinner?" alya said as she stroked the photo.

"If I'm home now, I'll spoil Najwa's sister with her arms and as usual, I'll just hang out with them while looking at Mom who's stroking my sister's hair."

Alya stood up and walked towards the window of her room facing outside!

"Tonight was bright but my heart was clouded as if a storm of disaster was brewing."

Alya smiled faintly then looked at the moon above.

"Hey, what month do you know my dad, my mom? They're dead if you know can you show me their faces so I can see my mother's face. I wanted to ask her why she wanted to be a second wife."

Alya continued to stare at the moon shining brightly with stars flashing around the moon that night.

"Dad, Mom if you guys were still around maybe I wouldn't be like this. I don't know who is to blame in this for sure I am disappointed, I am sad and I am in pain. You know I've never had the affection of Chandra's mother, but I love her because she raised me and let me live to this day. I have no regrets that being born as the son of the second wife that I regret is that I always hurt Chandra's mother all this time, my presence that makes Chandra's mother always remember her past."

Seriate.