I Go Home Mas...
16. Mama

After Maghrib's time, Yanto finally decided to go to buy satay to eat Tita, his son.

Tita was told to lock the door for fear of anyone entering. Lately, there is one surprising fact, that abuse in children is increasing very high.

Maybe because besides they are considered weak, innocent, easily intimidated, so they will not dare to talk to anyone, the people who are the perpetrators are also basically already loyal, sick, mentally ill, and so on, you could say there was no brain.

And terrible, the number of them is quite a lot around us, until our country there are those who say the paradise of the perpetrators of this crime.

Of course, this is not a proud achievement.

After there was news of abortion in adolescents in us arguably the highest in Asia, not to mention also the most contributor to marine pollution, forest destruction, there is more arguably garbage, there is more corrupt, there is more, and there are still many other things that are sad, now spelled out paradise for perpetrators of child abuse crimes.

This is clearly a fear for parents who have children, more horribly, the victims of abuse are just boys, not girls.

So no wonder, if Yanto asks Tita to lock the door of the house because he is currently alone in the house.

After her father died, Tita also walked into the room again, she had time to look towards the dining room if from the door of Tita's room can be seen clearly.

The dining room, which had its lights on, suddenly died on its own. Tita looked at the dining room with a slightly frightened expression.

A ghost?

Inner Tita.

Until then Tita heard like a water tap lit up in the dishwasher in the kitchen.

The kitchen is located next to the dining room and its position is right next to Tita's room.

Tita, who was convinced she was alone at home, finally ran into the room, she was about to close the door, when suddenly a snuggling hand held the door of the room so as not to need to close.

Tita was startled, she retreated a few steps with a trembling body.

His two cute round eyes stared at the door that was now fissioning back open, and...

There was no one, Tita was getting more frightened, she ran up to the bed and curled up under the blanket.

"Don't bother Tita... Don't bother Tita... Tita's not a bad boy."

Said Tita under the blanket.

Sayup then, Tita heard a female giggle, the voice as if behind Tita who was now curled up on her bed.

His whole body is shivering. Especially when he felt a hand touch his arm gently.

"Top... It's Mama..."

There was a sound like being carried by the wind.

Tita frowned.

Then the blanket Tita used to hide was pulled slowly by an invisible hand, and Tita felt the hand stroke her head.

"Mommy...?"

Lirih Tita, but did not dare to look.

"You're never really alone, Mama's here, don't be afraid."

The voice came back, along with the gentle swipe of the invisible hand on Tita's head.

Feeling the voice that Tita heard was similar to Mama's voice, then Tita also fervently ventured to open her eyes and look back.

Slender...

Blank...

There's no one...

There was only the scent of flowers sown at the funeral.

And...

The sound of a beautiful woman is heard singing from the dining room, her voice is faint, but Tita knows the direction from there.

Mamma...

Yes Mirna is usually like that, when preparing dinner, or doing his job taking care of the house, he will do it while humming softly his favorite old songs.

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