(Tak) Bile Sepahit Bile
Section 63
Early in the morning a male servant delivered herbal tea to the room of Lord Arya on orders from Cempaka. The old man in the room was very happy to receive it. The form of attention he should get from the child.
"He was so attentive to me. It feels Cempaka-lah my son," muttered Mr. Arya while enjoying Cempaka herbal tea on the balcony of the room accompanied by beautiful views of the ocean.
Not felt, the tea has been toilet of the cup. He smiled at the empty cup in his hand.
"I'm more and more convinced that the drugs Lisa gave me weren't drugs. However, the poison that slowly paralyzed me and then died." Master Arya squeezed the cup in hand, remembering how stupid she used to be. Too obedient to Lisa to rely on her.
"I'll never go back to that house. Let me die here, accompany my wife," she said with a flash of emotion.
The storyline about Lisa who starts to choke her with poison comes to the surface. At that time, Mr. Arya was sick and had to be hospitalized for some time.
Lisa attentively brought her the medicines she said from the doctor who handled it after coming home from the hospital. Since then, she has been taking the medication Lisa gave her. However, it is not a cure, but the leg bones that are not able to support the body weight that he got.
Mr. Arya sighed, grateful that he was now separated from the figure of Lisa who haunted him. Mr. Arya put the cup on the table, looking up at the beautiful waves in the morning. Accompanied by a dazzling sunrise, the appearance of the morning minister.
Wh-tok-tok!
"Master! Don't you want to take a walk in the morning?"
The secretary's voice disturbed the morning calm of Mr. Arya.
He got up from the balcony chair and walked towards the door. Opening it, greeted the secretary with a warm smile in the morning.
"Come on! I felt healthier this morning" he said, walking out of the room first.
The secretary nodded her head, closing the door and locking it before trailing behind the master. They both went to the restaurant for breakfast, the food served so appetizing.
"I feel like I want to linger here. Do you mind? If you want to go back to your family, go home first. I will be here and never want to return" said Mr. Arya stating his decision.
"But, Mr ...?"
"It's okay. Cempaka is better than those there. I'm gonna stay here watching my granddaughter grow. Occasionally come, take your family for a vacation here," interrupted Mr. Arya quickly cut off the remarks of the secretary.
Just one word, pasrah. Finally the man almost the age of the Aryan master nodded his head in agreement. He would return to his family, and return to the villa to visit the master.
"I'm done, come on!" Mr. Arya got up from the chair, walked out first. The secretary finished everything before following.
The two take a walk on the beach, enjoying the cool breeze in the morning. Stalls on the outskirts some are already open, and some are still closed.
Until the sun rises in unison, Mr. Arya and his secretary sit on a rock reminiscing about his wonderful past with his wife. At his home, Cempaka intends to bring together the master of Arya with the child.
"You sure you're gonna bring them to him?" lucy asked to confirm Cempaka's decision.
"Of course, I promised. You know Lucy, the villa here belongs to me. He asked us to come visit there. Accompany me" said Cempaka with a twinkle of confidence in his eyes.
Lucy sighed, she had not been able to compromise with the heart to introduce Cempaka's son to her grandfather. Staring at Cempaka who looked ordinary, there was no trace of worry on that simple face. Not like he was over-impressed.
"Let Gilang accompany you, I can't leave the resort" Lucy suggested as she watched her eldest son walk out of the resort.
Cempaka nodded and waited for Lucy to call her son. They rarely interact, unlike Dinda who often spends time with him. Gilang, preferring to stay in the employee room with other workers.
"Come, Miss!" The young man looked awkward.
"Don't call me miss. Our ages aren't much different, are they?" Cempaka looked at a face so similar to his mother's.
He was not as handsome as Caesar, but quite sweet and dashing. Her body was tall and stocky, nose pointed, big eyes, thick eyebrows, and sexy lips. His skin was clean, though not as white as he was.
"Mmm .. okay, Manda." He looks awkward, probably because they rarely communicate.
The two walked side by side towards the beach. Occasionally Gilang will steal a glance at the woman with two children who accompanied it.
"Say, don't you want to go to college?" ask Cempaka on the sidelines of their journey.
"Looks not. I'd rather work to help father," Gilang replied firmly.
Cempaka nodded his head, probably because he was past his age for school. Gilang did not want to continue his education.
"Did you not want a family yet? I see some female employees who often steal lyrics to you. Don't you want to choose one?" tanya Cempaka remembers Lucy and her husband who are starting to grow old.
There was the sound of breathing from the young man walking beside him. Cempaka glanced without turning his face. Silent with a straight forward view.
"Eitherway. To this day, no woman has attracted my heart. I'm afraid they can't accept my family. Maybe I was too picky, but I couldn't force my heart to vote immediately either" Gilang replied after a long silence.
He glanced at the smiling Cempaka. In the past, he had no choice. Married not because he wanted to, not the man he wanted. Regretted? Of course, but after seeing the two pairs of small eyes that he was born with, those regrets evaporated just like that.
"You yourself how? Don't you want to find a father for your son? It has been a year since you gave birth to them," Gilang asked as he glanced at the tough lady beside him.
Cempaka smiled, looked at the child in the carriage and sighed. His steps stopped, Cempaka turned his body to face the ocean. In the past, he couldn't go anywhere. His life is not as free as anyone else.
"I was married despite the force. At least I've felt what it's like to live in a household. I have no desire to marry again. It is not easy to accept a married woman, let alone already have children. They can accept me, but not necessarily accept my son," Cempaka said with a blank look ahead.
Staring at the waves in the ocean that left the foam afloat. Then, lost.
"What if there's a man who can accept you?" Glazed probing, glancing at that face from the side.
Cempaka smiled again, looking at the child who looked so calm.
"Maybe they look accepting, but do not rule out the possibility they will change after marriage because they feel my son is not his son. I'm afraid it's happening. I don't want my son to experience what I've been through since childhood. My son should feel childhood, not like me. The one to go play alone I don't have time for having to help mom." Cempaka sighed, remembering how hard life he lived since he was a child.
Glazed over, looked at him deeply in that face. A little bit of his heart rippled.
"Son!"
