About Duda, My Husband
S2 - Longing cry
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An adult man was standing in front of a two-story house with a European feel to make the house look luxurious, by using sunglasses to increase the level of good looks, he sighed softly and his gaze could not be separated from the house in front of him, it had been more than 10 years he did not visit the house that used to be a family, yes...now Serkhan is standing here after all these years before and after he married the son of the owner of this house, he just came here again.
Serkhan left his wife shortly after waking up from his silence and was certainly accompanied by maria and a bodyguard assigned to guard his bidadari because he wanted to reinforce something so as not to happen again, not because he still has a taste for the former but himself who does not have the heart to his former mother-in-law, however Serkhan really loves Denia's aunt since long ago, if one day his daughter will do something even more desperate and of course the cell is her last choice.
A middle-aged man ran in a hurry after opening the fence for a black car that was now parked beautifully in the yard of his employer's house.
"There's something I can help you with"...
He said politely while subduing his old body even he did not recognize who the adult man who was now in front of him.
Serkhan then turned his head and found a middle-aged man who had once accompanied him to play chess together while staying at this house.
"How are you, Amat?"...
Serkhan asked as he opened his sunglasses and displayed his smile.
Pak Amat was immediately stunned when he heard the voice, a voice that seemed familiar to him but he forgot who the owner of the heavy voice was, pak Amat raised his face slowly to answer his curiosity and immediately his eyes rounded when he saw the face of the man in front of him smiling.
"Young master Serkhan"...
He screeched while covering his mouth using both hands.
"Yes.this is me sir, Serkhan"...
He replied slowly as he stepped his feet to approach the man who was more or less the same age.
Grep.
"How are you, sir?"...
He asked quietly while hugging the old body of Mr. Amat.
"Yes...Allah Gusti, huhuhu.bapak glad young master is in good health, if my wife is still there maybe she will be very happy to see the young master back.huhuhu"...
His cry broke out in Serkhan's arms, himself and almh. the wife was close to the man who was hugging him because they worked for the family of Alexander (felisa family) from young or more precisely a year after marriage and they came from Country I as TKI.
Serkhan patted the back of the pack very slowly, he also felt sad let alone just heard the news of the death of a middle-aged woman who was very good to him during his stay at this house, but that does not mean the former two in-laws are not good, they are both good and even treat him like their own child even though they eventually have to split.
Serkhan slowly took off his embrace and looked at the middle-aged man before him who was crying.
"I'm sorry sir, I really don't know if ma'am Aminah has come home"...
Lirih.
"Thank you young master, he died when we returned home 5 years ago, of course the young master did not know"...
Clearly, while wiping his tears.
"Emmm...Mama is there a very sir?"...
Serkhan asked him to stop crying and not be too sad because he remembered his wife.
"The big lady is young master, even Miss Felisa is there"...
Say it slowly at the end of the sentence.
"It's easy, sir, I'm fine, oh yeah sometime I'll introduce my angel to the father"...
He said with a smile.
"Young master is getting married again?"...
Ask with enthusiasm.
Serkhan shook his head slowly but still smiled.
"When remarried means this is my third marriage dong"...
"I was married sir, 6 months ago and now my wife is pregnant"...
He nodded with his smile.
"Alhamdulillah O Allah, may the Young Master's Wife be safe until the next birth, sir, I pray that the Young Master's household to the end of life and always in the protection of God's Wise"...
The heartfelt prayer of a middle-aged man.
"Amiinn.thank you sir"...
"Let me drive inside, did the young master just go straight"...
He said a little teasing.
Serkhan smiled faintly and shook his head slowly.
"I'm not part of this family anymore, sir very, unethical it feels if I immediately cheered inside, and then I was mistaken for a thief again"...
Answer while chuckling.
Mr. really chuckled slowly and immediately brought the former daughter-in-law of this house to enter the house that became a place to seek fortune from a long time ago.
"Please sit down Young master, I'll call the Big Lady first"...
He said politely while slightly bowing his old body and immediately walked towards the kitchen before his master's room.
Serkhan then sat his body in the sofa while staring around the area that is still the same as ten years ago.
He sighed violently considering the past events that used to play in this house since childhood even had several stays but he also never regretted to the cracks of his household because now he can get an angel who already contains both of his children, the seed of their love both.
A middle-aged woman walked a little quickly and behind her was followed by a middle-aged man who served in this house long ago.
Denia stopped her steps when she saw the figure of the man she missed so much from behind, the body shape that changed a lot and had long hair tied neatly.
Slowly Denia stepped her feet toward the figure that had been her son even though only a daughter-in-law but Denia was very fond of the son of her best friend, many questions were lodged in his mind when he saw for himself the figure that was now towering behind him was in his residence, but despite all that he was so missed that even Denia last met during an embarrassing event for her family then until now she was unable to meet the figure of a man who had been hurt by her own daughter.
"Serkhan"...
His speech was slow but still sounded in the man's ear until the figure turned his body.
Denia's eyes instantly heated up and were unstoppable until water droplets flowed on her old cheeks while smothering her own mouth using both hands, this was really like a dream for her.
Serkhan then stepped his feet and walked closer to the woman he loved long ago, even arguably if the middle-aged woman who was crying was a second mother for him.
"Mama"...
Call him hoarse and speed up his footsteps.
Grep.
Serkhan immediately grabbed the body of the middle-aged woman who now looked thin until he felt the body of the woman he was holding vibrate accompanied by the sound of crying, he said, the cry of longing renders him powerless to stem his tears.
The woman who always looked after him first when both her parents went out of town and out of the country, the woman who loved him like Anne, the gentle woman just like Anne, the kind woman who always taught him many things was like Anne, the woman he longed for so much but was powerless to meet him, now he regretted why he had to stay away from the middle-aged woman who was now crying bitterly.
"Sorry son, I'm sorry, sorry.mama misses, mama misses my son very much"...
She shrieked in a choked voice and quivered from the cry of her longing.
Pak Amat was powerless not to cry to see such a heartbreaking sight and he chose to step aside because he could no longer see it.
"I'm sorry boy ma, sorry.sorry boy"...
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