In life, there are two kinds of mothers. First, is a term describing a woman who gave birth to her children. Second, is a term describing a woman who gave up her own happiness for someone else`s children, and did so happily. What`s most exceptional would be if the two qualities merge in one person. I could tell you, because I had one. I had one and I called her Mother. That recognition came from Mamid. Similarly, the recognition from the other eight children who felt that they have a family because of the love they received from a mother and a father. This is a story of love and affection, a story of sexual journey, a story of marriage, as well as a story of life cut short by death. Written in an album`s style, presenting an atmosphere at every scene, not necessarily sequential but collaberating each other, sometimes stirs up emotions, other times brings back memories, and at times arouses some afterthought. Arswendo Atmowiloto gives this small message to his potential readers, “Those who felt that they were never born by a mother, are strictly prohibited to read this book.” Yayasan Buku Utama 1981`s First Prize winner for Best Fiction.