Becoming Like My Mother
Who's That Woman?

"What does it mean, Dad?" Tears gushed in the eyes of Melati when her father introduced the new mother to her.

To his surprise, his father also gave him a sister who was several months old. He just lost his mother forever.

Her mother, Sharah, was in a coma for a year and a half. With all the efforts and prayers made by his family for the healing of his beloved mother, but fate says otherwise. God picked him up 2 months ago.

That meant that as long as the woman who had given birth to him lay weakly in the hospital, his father had betrayed him. It is fitting that his father rarely accompanies him to take care of Sharah for reasons to work even harder.

But in fact, those in front of him have now answered all the questions that he has kept so far.

"Son, accept it or not she's still you. He also gave you a sister. Haven't you been craving a sister all this time?" His father's gentle speech but made Melati really angry with his father.

"Well how many times do I have to say I still can't accept Mother died. But this is Dad just introducing her as my mother?" He exclaimed in a soft tone because of the tightness squeezing in his chest.

Melati kept on shaking her head hoping all this was just a dream. But everything in front of him is real. His defenses collapsed, he was unable to support his weight. Lost his consciousness.

Mina the woman who has become a mother continued Melati although not yet considered by Melati also became anxious. So is Ikhsan Melati's real father.

Immediately Ikhsan raised the beloved princess to take her to the master's room. While Mina he immediately called a doctor.

Before long the doctor came and checked Jasmine's condition. The doctor said that Jasmine's condition was nothing to worry about. It was just shock.

Ikhsan and Mina who heard it also became relieved. However, still the worry appeared on the faces of both. I don't know what happened after Melati came to her senses. Melati must still be disappointed at this situation.

When they were still busy with their own thoughts, the sound of Husein's cry broke the momentary silence. They almost forgot about Hussein.

"Dec, you're the sucker, Hussein. Melati let Mas take care of it." Ikhsan said to Mina.

"Yes, it's." Mina left the room. Ikhsan, Melati and the doctor.

"Yes, if you'll excuse me, then Mr. Ikhsan. Surely avoid everything that makes jasmine stress. It could have made his body drop." The doctor told Ikhsan who was sitting next to his daughter.

"Yes doc, thank you let me drop off." Ikhsan also moved from his seat and according to his words he drove the doctor to his front house.

POV Jasmine

As usual after school. I'll go straight home and get ready for the hospital. Yeah, the place where my mom was taken care of for a year.

I took care of this woman I love the most. Alternating also with my brother Alif who is 2 years adrift. I am currently in Junior High School in 2nd grade.

My father accompanied my mother several times. But not as often as me and Alif. Besides, I also often see my father's tired face when he comes home from work. I'm sure he has a lot of thoughts, too. He has two children to support his education. Then, my mother who is currently struggling for her recovery.

However, something has been strange lately. He often gets a phone call from no one. After that, his face turned very anxious. I don't know who that is from.

I keep wondering what's going on with Dad. However, I dismissed all my negative thoughts when my brother Alif concluded that Dad was working even harder because the current circumstances require more money.

It did not feel like for a year and a half my mother was still lying weak in the hospital. I whose incident is only a student can only pray the best for him.

But it was like being hit by a thousand spears piercing the recesses of my heart when the doctor said that my mother had breathed her last. So too with my whole family. They were devastated by what happened to us.

For days I was silent and did not come out of my room. My father and brother always persuaded me not to drag on in grief. My father and brother also often brought food for me.

For 2 weeks I kept myself locked up. Remembering all the great memories with my mom. But when I heard Kak Alif's words that Dad was sick, it made me feel guilty.

Obviously my father was the most sad. He who longer accompanies my Mother in joy and sorrow. Not to mention the responsibilities he bore were also heavy. He must be very tired because of everything.

The selfishness in me finally collapsed. My father used to take care with all his heart, now alternately I am the one who takes care of him with Brother Alif.

The more days my father's condition improves. The sadness we felt was not felt. Especially I myself have really let my mother go, although my memory of my mother is still very clear in my heart.

When I start to miss it I prefer to send it a prayer. So is my brother, because it is my brother's advice. Not infrequently we go on a pilgrimage to the tomb of our Mother.

Now we are all used to the absence of Mother Sharah. I started doing my usual activities as well.

It has not been 2 months that Mother has left us. Me and Brother Alif intend to visit my mother to her grave. Dad's not home for a few days, it's used to me and Alif.

Mother's departure makes us as children who are increasingly independent. Because since Mother is still in the hospital first, Dad no longer employs art.

"Is the deck ready?" Ask Brother Alif to me as I come down the stairs.

"Udah Brother come on.." I went up to him and went out in front of the house.

Brother Alif started to turn his motor towards the destination.

*****

Brother Alif went straight away again after we came home from the tomb. He said that something important required him to leave. I also say his words. I am also often alone at home.

I put my foot into my house. I frowned when I saw a black car. I believe it belonged to Dad. However, didn't Dad say he was still two days away. But why did it come back. I casually opened the door knob.

Again I was confused by the situation at home. There was a woman chatting with a little boy on the sofa in the living room.

I doubtfully say my regards. You almost forgot about it. "Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumsalam" the woman turned her head and smiled kindly at me. But still I don't understand. Because I don't know him yet.

Who exactly is that woman? I asked in my heart.