Ballad Maid So Madam (Related, Happy?)

The meeting accidentally.

A year passed, it did not feel Tri was one year old.

My youngest son looks so much like his father, Boby.

I want to ask you about it, but .. Who am I?

As he said, every month there is always a transfer of funds into the account Bu Sani, 20 million per month.

My best friend is smart, after withdrawing money in the account, he always sends via link. So that the history in his account can not be traced by the conglomerates, said Bu Sani.

I'm here, opening a new account under the name of Yayan, my eldest son.

From this living money that Boby sent, I no longer need to work leaving my children.

Even now, Yayan has entered college. My son is so smart, so he went to college on a scholarship.

Previously, Ms. Sani had refused money from the man, but she gave her living money .. making my friend did not dare to refuse.

One more thing I know, every month Boby always comes to the village and sits on the porch of our house, before long he must go.

["Today he came again,"]

My best friend did a videocall with me, of course with my phone number that only Ms. Sani knew.

["For a moment, I point it at the rear camera,"]

Click ...

My tears were unstoppable when I saw the man sitting pensively on the plot on the porch of our home in the village.

His face is still handsome even though it is now a little mustache and bearded, but Boby was very anti-moustache and bearded.

Almost every day he shaves.

["You miss him?"]

["No,"]

["What if I come up and talk to him?"]

["Originally I don't know,"]

["Ok,"]

Slowly, Ms. Sani approached with the phone tucked into her pocket, so the camera kept highlighting forward.

"It's still here, sir?" ask Ms. Sani.

Boby just smiled as he nodded.

"Emang Ganis hasn't heard, has he?" ask Ms. Sani back.

"No, Mom! I hope there is news soon too. Is Yayan and his sister still in the cabin, huh?" Boby.

"Eh, that's I don't know. The living money that you deposited is also still in me," said Bu Sani reassured.

Boby just ooh ria, not so responding more to the money problem. I was a little flattered when the man asked Yayan and Ilham.

Doesn't he want to ask me about the kid I'm talking to? Seems not.

Before long, Boby resigned.

My tears broke as Bu Sani ended the call.

In my heart I pray the best for her, however we are still lawful husband and wife in the eyes of Allah Ta Alla.

I want to see him, only I fear that in a year Boby is not mine anymore, given the news of the matchmaking that was once discussed with Mr. Atmaja.

****

"Mom, today is Tri's birthday, how about we go to the city while buying Ilham's school equipment. If in the city there are many choices, Yayan knows cheap shops but quality goods. Mumpung Yayan is still on holiday," proposed Yayan.

Indeed Yayan studied in the city, of course many things he knew we were in the village did not know.

After all, money is there and this is the birthday of his son Boby. It's fine not to use the money to make his own flesh and blood happy.

I also agreed to my son's proposal, as a result my children were so happy to cheer with joy.

Not wanting to waste time, we immediately left by renting a car and the driver, so we could return to the village at any hour we wanted.

Yayan took us to the Mall.

My two children were so happy, Tri slept in my arms.

My youngest is always easy to fall asleep, if exposed to the wind just a little Tri will fall asleep.

We also entered into a shop that sells school equipment and before long Ilham's hands were full of paper bags containing school equipment.

Then we bought a birthday cake and ordered food at the restaurant inside the Mall.

Yayan who idly woke Tri, until Tri cried because he was still so sleepy.

We were the center of attention of the visitors.

It was a shame, but it was already.

After eating, the four of us walked again to the children's playground.

Yayan carried Tri to the ball bath while Ilham chose to play throwing basketball.

I saw my son playing just sitting on a long bench while guarding our groceries.

Suddenly my clothes were pulled from behind, leaving me aghast.

I turned around and a girl hugged me and said, "Sus Ganis."

I froze when I found out the girl in the wheelchair was Dinda.

Especially behind him is sculpting Atmaja with Olivia who is now holding a small baby.

I smiled and returned Dinda's embrace, the girl crying in my arms.

"Ganis ..." said Mr. Atmaja who has now approached me with his wife, Olivia.

"Hi, Non Oliv ... Mr. Atmaja," I said.

"You're here?" ask Mr. Atmaja who has now been sitting in a long chair with Olivia.

"Yes, I'm here now." I said as I gently stroked Dinda's hair.

"Sus, accompany Dinda again yes, Dinda is lonely when it rains. There's nothing coming" the girl asked.

I just smiled and nodded, I don't know.

"Mom" called Yayan and handed Tri to me.

Lord Atmaja and Olivia were wide-eyed at the sight of Tri, even lord Atmaja pointed at Tri as if in disbelief.

Feeling that I was holding a toddler, Dinda let go of her embrace.

"Ganis, this-"

"Yes, Sir! This is my son together ...,"

I can't believe I'm continuing my words.

I just clutched my son tightly.

"Boby's looking for you here and there, he's like a gil*." Mr. Atmaja said with a long sigh.

I was indifferent, not daring to say a word.

"Ganis, Boby suffered after your departure" said Olivia softly.

"Master, Non Oliv .. sorry before, instead I don't feel sorry for him. But this is what she wanted, she wanted to divorce me once I gave birth and wouldn't Boby marry the woman his parents had already married?" I said at length.

Lord Atmaja let out a long breath.

"Boby is indeed in a match, but once your departure makes Boby like a gil*, looking for you here and there even he never went home to his parents. Until his father became seriously ill, Boby refused the match. He said you were his wife and until his father was dying at the last minute, his father would approve of your marriage. Unfortunately, you never met, did you? Boby doesn't know about his son, what's his name?" obviously Mr. Atmaja.

"Trijaya Tegar Wardoyokusumo" I replied.

"May I hold him?" ask Mr. Atmaja.

I nodded and slowly Mr. Atmaja picked up Tri, the junior Boby.

"Hey, granddad! your face looks a lot like your father, yes! We're taking pictures, yeah!" Mr. Atmaja holds Tri while taking a selfie with his cell phone.

"Ganis, isn't it time Boby met his son and you?" ask Mr. Atmaja gently.

"May I think about it first? I'm afraid he still feels we're a barrier to his future, I'm afraid ...," my bench.

"What's wrong, at least you can contact him if your heart is ready. Still got the number, right?" tukas mr. Atmaja.

I'm shaking.

"Alright, this save the number 08××××××, contact when you are ready. I think Boby would be very happy. Or if you want to meet in person, he's in the house you guys used to live in." explained Mr. Atmaja.

"Should it?"