MOTHER MILK Ameera
Chapter 5 (REVISIONS)

Fichia returned to her parents' house by dragging 2 of her suitcases.

"Assalamualaikum Ma'am"

"Fichia's home"

"non Fichia, enter non. mistress is out with non Sabrina"

"eoh,iya bik. if so I go inside first yes*

"yes non, here aunt help bring her suitcase"

After a day Fichia slept in her room, she decided to get out of the room immediately.

"sir, you're not home yet?"

"it's non, it's in the same back garden non Sabrina and lord"

"eoh, I'm there, bik"

My aunt nodded and smiled.

"mother, father"

"eoh. mom's son is up. here son"

"mother" cried Fichia again came, Fichia really poured everything in the arms of the mother

"it's been quite crying, it should not drag on"

***

2 Weeks long Fichia was at her parents' house.

"Fichia I'm here to give you our divorce papers, please sign this" said Amran, who was watched by many pairs of eyes staring at them

Without saying a word, Fichia immediately anchored her signature and handed the letter to Amran's ex-husband.

"oh yes, you do not expect to get a treasure gono-gini from my son Amran yes.you only divorced my son was already profitable"

"i didn't expect it all"

"clear, very arrogant" hiss Ma'am pasih

Fichia's life is really like in the tinkering.of her impromptu marriage, the death of her son and the divorce of her household not at all Fichia expected

but, all that Fichia did not expect to have happened. now Fichia lives alone wading poisons and mockery of everyone. Even , her biological family also berated her, except her biological mother.

The father he once knew as a great father and a father who loved his family very much, now has a different story when the disaster befell Fichia.

Sabrina used to be a sister who protects her sister, now a figure Kaka who is not known Fichia.

Everything is completely different.

even her mother would easily utter the word diatribe in front of her father and brother but, if there were only the two of them. her mother did not apply so

'what is all this?'

'why is it like this?'

'is it true I'm a fucking carrier?'

'is I really a killer?'

Fichia is currently living in haunting by the hurtful words that come out of the mouths of such irresponsible people.

disappointed, angry must always attack himself.

Until now, after he signed the divorce papers of his husband, he decided to leave the house.

Fichia wanted to paint her own life, although it was not easy, but she had to take this step.

"mother, father, brother sabrina, brother Herman I want to leave. I want to find a job in the city ****"

"what are you doing there? where do you want to live?" said the brother with his cynicism

"please pray for me sister, Fichia said yes. assalamualaikum"

"waalaikumsalam" only the mother who answers the greetings from her self.

There were no words of farewell or crying that fichia could get.

'maybe it has to be like this my life'

After her son died, she always gave the breast milk that she always pumped to her neighbors in need.

He gave it to a very beautiful baby girl.

but now the routine can no longer be done.

***

Currently Fichia is at the terminal and she immediately searches for a bus with a city destination ****

There Fichia had no acquaintance of anyone at all but, she wanted to start all of her from scratch.

"Bismillah, may all go well" he said in his heart

2 Hours Fichia took this trip and now she is in a terminal in the city.

Fichia walked towards one of the food stalls to just fill her energy.

After finishing his meal, he looked for a cheap inn.

"excuse me buk, sorry to ask. Is there a contract that is still empty?"

"try to find there mbak, straight aja later meet the junction trus turn left. later there is a board 'kosan bu Ningsih' try to ask there mbak" said the mother of the food stall trader.

"oh yeah, thanks buk"

Fichia walked towards the contract that mother meant.

"excuse me"

"yes, can you help me?" a man answered from inside the house

"sorry I want to meet with Ms. Ningsih, the owner of these boarding houses. can you?"

"eoh, Miss Ningsih again to the house of her child mbak.want to ask what kind of contract?"

"let's go in here first" he said again

"yes, I want to ask. Is there a contract that is still empty?"

"like her there mbak, I'll check it first"

The man entered the house and not too long back again with a flat object in his hand.

"Said momuk there are empty boarding houses, there are indoor bathrooms and outdoor bathrooms, for different rental prices"

"how much is the rent? both"

"the bathroom in his month 800, the bathroom outside 500"

"So soon, I called my mom first"

After the man had a conversation with Bu Ningsih, he looked back at Fichia.

"may be reduced if the payment is per year mbak"

"if you want to take the bathroom in ,per year so how much mas?"

"7 million years old"

"6 million I pay now mas"

"it's cheap"

"telfon I'm trying again, maybe I can"

"okay . I'm calling again"

After a fairly tough conversation, finally happened 6 million per month.

Fichia immediately made a transaction and gave the contract that now belonged to her.

This contract has one room, one bathroom, a mini kitchen and enough living room to accommodate 4-5 people.

Fichia took the bathroom in 'the color she didn't want to interact too much with other people.Maybe, because of her background before going here.

"Yahahh!! today take a break and tomorrow start looking for work"

"mother I borrow your money first yes, later if I have money back" he said with his own.

The money that Fichia uses is the money given by her parents. He would use the money to rent a house and buy some food staples until he could find a job that suited his field.

.

.

The next day, she immediately walked down the street in the area to find work.

One by one the shops he went to and all the places he went were not opening vacancies.

"i'm going where else to go"

"it's very difficult to find a job" complained Fichia at the stop

"want to find a job?" ask a woman sitting next to him.

"eoh, yes mbak.hehe"

"would you like to work in my shop? but just a cake shop"

"eohs? seriously mba? I want mba" said Fichia jubilant

"well, here's my number and here's my store address.it can come tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock, meet me in person"

"well, thank you. I'll be on time tomorrow"

"sama, let me go home first. My bus has arrived"

"yes, be careful"

Fichia is really excited, even though she graduates in economics but, finding a job is really difficult.

such a diploma is not very necessary, according to him.

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