TERRA, THE BEST MOTHER
POSSESSIVENESS OF A MOTHER
Sriani stared at the clock hanging on the wall. His daughter should have gone home by this time. If it is overtime, Widya will definitely call an hour before her time to go home.
"I'll call the boy!' dongkol.
Sriani took a flat object over the nightstand. He pressed the only name on his phone screen.
"Hello, where are you? Why isn't the clock coming home?' cecar Sriani directly when the phone is connected.
"......!'
"Just like I don't want to know. Now you're home!" he immediately cut off the phone.
"That kid. Maybe he could have dinner outside! She thought the food out there was healthy for her!" his tirade is long.
Fifteen minutes later the woman waited for her daughter to arrive. Widya appeared with a slightly unwell face. Sriani did not like the look on his daughter's face like she was forced to go home.
"I came home" he said as he opened the door.
Sriani. The woman looked at her daughter's eyes. Widya can only duck. As if making a fatal mistake.
"Sit down!" he told Widya.
The girl obeyed her mother's orders. Sriani looked at his daughter with a huffed look.
"Whose dinner was the same?" direct scabbing.
"Just like Widya's boss, Mom," the girl replied quickly.
"Ah .. great. Since when can the archive boy have dinner with his boss? Are you trying to tease your boss?" accusation directly.
Widya looked at her mother in disbelief. Seeing herself being stared at by her daughter, made her very angry.
"Jawab Mama only. Don't stare like that!" snapped it.
"Mr Gabe just wanted to replace my food that he ate the other day, Mom," Widya replied with trembling lips.
The girl's eyes were glazed. He wanted to cry over his mother's accusations. However, if he defies then the treatment of Sriani will be even worse.
"Ah ... Just excuse you! Remember, you are a big mom with great difficulty. To get you educated. Mother deliberately chose an education that is far from the name of a man. Doesn't mean anything. It's all to take care of you!" sriani said at length.
"You know why mom chose you to major in archives. Because not a child who wants to take that special major. You will easily get a job without strict selection!" clearly again.
Sriani took a long breath. He sat next to his daughter. Rubbing Widya's head.
"Son, I'm afraid you're being played by men, so I choose what's best for you. Please take care of your late father's good name" he asked.
"Yes ma'am" said Widya weakly.
"Now you shower and change clothes. After that we have dinner. I cooked vegetable soup and fried fish" he said.
Widya nods. The girl went to her room. In his mind was still imagined the meat steak that had been served . The smell of grilled meat and barbeque sauce was still smelling in his nose.
Widya is desperate to eat other foods, but the food just ends up in her delusion. In fact, he wants to eat meatballs with three spoons of sambal.
Widya also wants to go for a walk, watch a movie with friends. But, again his desire was only up to his imagination.
Before when school. She always forbade him to play with friends. The reason is always there.
"Don't, I'm afraid you'll fall!"
Or the.
"Don't you get sick if you're too tired."
"Don't play with Tina. The boy likes to wander obscurely!"
"Main equal Dina, her son is kind and not much behavior. Prefer to be at home rather than at home."
How Widya can play with friends who do not like to leave the house, just like her.
"Don't eat meatballs. We never know how it is made!' ban Sriani one day when Widya said she wanted to eat meatballs.
"Girls shouldn't eat heavy if they don't want their bodies fat!" obviously his mother one day.
Widya knew very well what her mother was doing was for good. Even Sriani has told his soul mate later.
"Mom will match you with the son of a distant cousin Mother. Name's Rudi. He's a good guy, doesn't like frenzy. It suits you," he said.
Widya just obeyed what her mother said. There is no choice but to comply. That's how he shows his time.
After eating, Widya threw herself in her bed. His eyes looked around, the walls painted white. No decorations and colors. The girl doesn't like a lot of colors. His eyes will be dizzy to see.
No fan or air conditioning machine. Sriani didn't get her girls to wear those things.
"Not good for health!' that's reason.
His opinion so far he left it to his mother. It was Syrian who arranged all the expenses of the girl including trivial things, such as her pads and toiletries.
Don't expect cosmetic tools to fill Widya's dressing table. He had nothing but a comb. Even the powder is an ordinary powder. There is no perfume. Hand body or scrub. Her skin is clean from beauty products.
Even so, Widya's skin is clean and smooth. Her body was fragrant even without perfume. Even his face was clear of acne except when it was about to come the moon.
The arrangement of diet and emotions keeps the girl away from her name puberty. When she first got her period, Sriani had to tell her to stay at home for one week until after the cycle.
"What dream did you have when you first started menstruating?' ask Sriani at that time.
The frightened Widya recounted her wet dreams could only be silent. Sriani completely shut his daughter's soul within the sturdy walls he had made to protect Widya.
When a man approaches her or comes home. Then the woman will make the man retreat regularly and no longer ask for a date with the princess.
Widya looked at the palm that had been held by Gabe, her superior. His heart was beating again. There was a strange feeling slipping in his heart. Her hair bristled when she felt that feeling.
Widya felt her chest. The strange mouse ruled his entire body. His heart beat twice as fast when he remembered the incident just now.
"So, I'm holding hands with Mr Gabe?' tanyanya could not believe it.
His face suddenly blushed. He felt his cheeks heat up. Marketing he then sat and faced the mirror.
"I why?" her tan was strange while fingering her reddened cheeks.
"What is this feeling God?" ask in the heart.
Suddenly he remembered his wet dream when he first got his cycle. A hot kiss, which makes the sensitive part wet.
"It feels a little different. But why did my mind go there?" tanyanya's confused.
The girl turned back her body. He stroked the palm that had been tightly grasped by the man for the first time.
The girl chose to close her eyes quickly. Don't want to wake up. Who would have thought, thanks to that grasp, Widya slept seeing a lot of beautiful colors and made her vent all her expressions.
seriated
Hm.
next one?