Alena [My girlfriend was taken by my mother]

Season 2 Part 49

"Mom, mending we go in first have a chat again!" advice of Mr. Supreme.

"Oh yeah, sorry I was too excited. Come on, please come in!" Ms. Hepi gave us a way.

Slowly Mas Dwi took me into this villa. The shape of this house seems to be designed for large families. Lots of space provided in it. I'm still trying to remember, we used to vacation in Bali, but I don't recognize this place including with Bu Hepi and his family.

We sat on the sofa that was available. Like her own home, Tria stepped inside and made me wonder.

"Where is he going?" I whispered to Mas Dwi.

"To his room, maybe to go straight to sleep."

"Ah, so," I replied while nodding.

"You like it, don't you?"tanya Mas Dwi later.

"What?"

"This house."

"Mmm.. I love it, it's good. Comfortable too. Why why?"

"It's okay. If you like, we can come here often."

Then Bu Hepi came while putting a tray on top of which there were several glasses and a teapot containing drinks—it looks like tea. "Please drink!"abugn.

"Thank you" replied Mas Dwi. I just nodded with a smile.

Bu Hepi continued to look at me, it felt a little uncomfortable even though a smile was still on her face.  "Bak Alena really doesn't remember me?" ask Mrs Hepi again.

"Sorry, Mom. I really don't remember" I replied sure.

"Ah, Mr. Hendra once rented this place. Her father's name is Mbak Alena, Mr. Hendra, right?"

"Yes right.”

“Yeah, this villa was small and not yet level. So maybe Mbak Alena forgot because it was too small,” explained Bu Hepi who sounded so sure, but still I do not remember.

Mas Dwi rubbed my back and joined in the chat. “Maybe Lena actually forgot because it's been too long, Mom. If it's true that he has been here, then he can remember.”

I should have been helped by Mas Dwi's words, but I don't know why I became curious. It's a little impossible if there's a father and son who have the same name as my family, a very coincidental coincidence.

Bli Agung who had just returned from behind, was now sitting with us in the living room. “If I remember, her name is Selena, Mom. Not Alena,”.

Ms. Hepi blinked several times, apparently trying to remember whether Selena or Alena remained. “Masa anyway? Who do you remember?” This time Bu Hepi asked the Great Sir. I also turned to look at Mr. Agung, hoping the answer did not make me more confused.

Before replying, Mr. Supreme's expression changed slightly. Highlight his eyes as if hinting for Bu Hepi to stop to discuss the matter of this name. “Lupa, Mom. There are too many guests renting this villa. Better now we go back, let them rest.”

Not to argue, Ms. Hepi again apologized for being so excited. Then they all left the three of us in the living room.

“I'm tired, want to sleep first,” said Puspa while moving on.

“You want to go to the room too?” ask Dwi to me.

“Bby, Mas.”

Then we all went into our rooms. All of our stuff is there too. The room is large, neat and fragrant. Look if this room is really well taken care of. What is interesting in my eyes is that the majority of the furniture is made

from carved wood. It looks old, but I like it. I wish I could live in a house like this every day.

“Ah, not too, Mas,” answered me while sitting next to him.

“This house is very suitable for refreshing. Tria used to love to come here every holiday, but since being rejected, he has become the person who most do not want to be invited here,” said Mas Dwi with a little laughter that he endured.

“She was rejected same Bli Agung?” guess directly.

Mas Dwi nodded, then briefly explained his chronology. When Tria was in 2nd grade High School, she once expressed her heart to Bli Agung. Not because other women or Tria were not good enough for him, but there were two strong reasons that made Tria rejected.

First, the age of those who are adrift quite far, almost 5 years. And the second, Bli Agung felt inferior because the Hermansyah family was his boss—or roughly was his employer. He feels bad when he has a relationship with his own boss.

I can understand. Conditions that should be stopped because from the beginning it is not sure. Plus the age of Tria who was still quite young, it would be worse if they had a relationship and ended up being an ex-lover. The work of Bli the Great could be threatened.

“Keep if indeed Bli Agung would accept, do you agree, Mas?” I suddenly wondered.

“Does not agree,” replied Mas Dwi without hesitation.

“Why? I think Bli Agung is good.”

“Bli Agung is good, but Tria is unstable, still a big boy. Will definitely bother doang if they are dating. After all, can Tria be an LDR? Maybe his school is abandoned because he often flies here to meet his girlfriend.”

Well, this time I can't dodge either. If you imagine at a glance, it seems that it is not something impossible. A reckless child coupled with supportive finances, enough to be an epic blend.

“Sleep for a minute, yuk! I'm really tired,” invite Mas Dwi.

“Mas first how? I want to go around for a while.”

“But don't go far, huh? Don't get out of the villa!” he reminded me and I agreed.

I got permission and Mas Dwi started to close his eyes on the bed. Actually I feel a little tired, but this house is too attractive so dear to be ignored. As I said before, the room

in this villa is quite a lot, but I did not dare to enter without approval. So I chose to just walk around.

Until I finally smelled a very sweet scent, someone was making a cake somewhere. With the help of the scent, I was able to arrive at the kitchen. Right, there's Mrs Hepi and Mr. Agung there. But before entering the kitchen, my ears could catch them talking about something that seemed quite serious. When I want to dodge, I heard the name ‘Lena’ called. Lying if my curiosity doesn't show up.

“Why don't you ingetin anyway?” nagging Bu Hepi loudly, but also restrained.

“Yes how you can ingetin, people Mother play serobot aja,” said Mr. Agung defend himself.

“How do I proceed to explain to Mbak Alena? What if he asks Hendra?” ask Bu Hepi worried.

Impatiently hearing their explanation, I decided to go in and ask them all in person.

“My father is dead, Mom. I can't ask Papa. What if Mom just explained it to me?” I said without excuse. Grandfather and Bu Hepi turned around together, the expressions of the two were so shocked.

“Anu, Ma'am. I just misremembered,” replied Ms. Hepi, unfortunately I can't believe that.

“Nothing, Mom. Explain that! I'm old enough to know the problem in my family—if there is,” said I assure.

The couple exchanged lyrics and it seemed that Mr. Agung invited Bu Hepi to tell him the truth.

“Sorry before yes, Sister Alena. I also do not know Mbak Alena already know or not, but Mr. Hendra once rented this villa with his wife and a very small girl, his name is Mbak Selena." Bu Hepi was silent for a moment to take a breath before continuing her story.

"And the last Mr. Hendra came nine years ago, then he showed a picture of Mbak Alena. Because of this photo, my memory gets mixed up. I'm so sorry, Madam Alena," said Bu Hepi while closing the story by lowering her head.

“So, that means Papa has 2 wives?” ask me one more time.

Ms. Hepi replied with a nod of her head without daring to look me in the eye.