Being a Mother to Your Child
Chapters 142. Thank you for accepting me
Chapters 142. Thank you for accepting me
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Arrival terminal of J city International Airport
Low-key passengers who flock to the gate arrival of the airport's iconic three-terminal terminal, now crowded the baggage claim conveyor.
Passengers from other cities whose arrival hours are almost the same, seem to spill into a crowd of people.
" I take care of the boss. You are with Mr. Abhimanyu and Mr. Bastian can go straight out first." Jonathan said with his attitude that is still often irritable to talk while working.
Jodhi nodded and was seen accommodating his entourage to get out.
" Mum Yanti is with me Yuk. Don't hesitate! There was Raka with his wife who had been waiting in front" Rania dragged Bu Yanti's hand with an unfettered smile. Making women who are still nauseous because they feel the jetlag, now smile happily.
Rania is friendly and also very nice.
" Ran, Kalyna is also in front. This is for Jonathan to take care of. He's in the parking lot!" Tukas Andhira who was seen just denied a phone connection with her youngest child.
" Yes, I just said he was!"
And there came out seven adults with one of the usual complicated little children, towards the exit.
Unexpectedly, that afternoon Kalyna was seen dressing up very sexy and was seen holding Angga who seemed to laugh. Making Dhira shake his head
" She, your son, look. Her dress time is so tight!" Andhira's whisper was not happy when he realized that his son had been a bit excessive while dressing up.
Dhira. This Kalyna period is a time of self-search, which still likes to be unclear when dressing up. All he wants, as he likes.
Yes, Kalyna whose face is similar to Abhimanyu does have a bold attitude and tend to be expressive without fear of gossiping others. I think it is. That's his life slogan.
" Will be reprimanded at home. Not here. Believe in Papa!" Abhimanyu whispers to Dhira.
Andhira nodded.
If you want to rebuke someone, then invite him to speak four eyes. Because, if you're reprimanding someone in public, it means you're insulting him.
" Lah, Oma's granddaughter came to it as it turned out! Oh, my dear, it's the same Oma!" Dhira who saw his second grandson clapping his hands while recognizing his family was instantly anxious. Trying to ignore her daughter's true appearance makes Dhira fret.
" Picture is not in the same greeting Oma!" Rajuk Citra with a frowning face. Making All of them laugh for the sake of seeing the lips of Citra monyong.
" God, opa's granddaughter is angry. It's the same Opa!" Abhimanyu immediately grabbed the body of the first grade SD boy, then kissed his cheek that smelled of baby powder to break the protest because Dhira first invited baby Angga.
"Duhh opa's granddaughter is big apparently. Opa until not strong this sling." Abhimanyu put on a face pretending to object while lifting the body Citra.
" Eh, that's your new sister, Mama Danuja. Let's get acquainted!"
Lintang and Bu Yanti who saw the warm interaction of the Jodhi family exchanged looks and smiled.
" They are crowded and very friendly. Have I made the right decision? My son was even highly praised by the Jodhi family" Inner Latitude who was now staring at Jodhi with a full glare.
And without in the guts, the man was also seen glancing towards her. Is it true that Lintang has been opening the door apologies to Jodhi?
Practically, now their views met for a few seconds. Yes, Jodhi and Lintang go head-to-head by implying a deep meaning. The meaning that only two people can feel inwardly.
" Well, Bu Yanti finally arrived here too. How are you guys doing?" Raka also greeted the two people he already knew. Making Jodhi and Galuh gasp at each other.
The Lintang view now turned to a beautiful woman, whose waist was embraced by Raka earlier. Lintang looks amazed by the woman he had suspected was Raka's wife who had been told some time ago, while Raka persuaded him.
" Good son Raka. We're good. It's..." Appoint Bu Yanti to the beautiful woman who is smiling kindly, with a belly that has started to bulge.
" Second Mom, this is Galuh my wife. Luh, this is Bu Yanti and this is Latitude!" Raka introduced her family members to the prospective new members of the Aryasatya family.
" Step!' Said Latitude extending his hand first.
" God!" Galuh replied smiling warmly and kindly. Making Raka and Jodhi now exchanged glances.
Yes bro, I have got it.
" Brother Jo, is this Danuja?" Tanya Kalyna looks enthusiastic when she sees the toddler who continues to stick to Jodhistira's sturdy neck.
Jodhi nodded with a jumawa face, "Yes dong!"
" Geez, it really looks like Jodhi!" Kalyna said. The girl was often angry with the children.
Geneally, Jodhi should have called Kalyna Big Brother. Rania is the sister of Abhimanyu.
However, because of the age of Kalyna who was far adrift with Jodhi, making the girl did not want to be called mbak/sister by Jodhi. It is precisely he who calls Jodhi with the name Kakar based on the reality that exists. Making parents resigned with the kengeyelan Kalyna.
" Yes, this is my son! Come on Ja, say hello to Bude Kalyna first, hello bude! Have a guy yet?" Jodhi chuckled while moving Danuja's tiny hand.
Making everyone laugh now, for the sake of seeing the funny thing.
" Cok bude sin. Call Aunty pretty dong!" Kalyna replied scowling and successfully made all of them laugh.
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Bastian's Residence
Ms. Kartika who was sitting in a wheelchair was crying when Jodhi was resting on her lap.
Yes, the handsome man was crying for being happy when he had managed to bring Lintang as well as Danuja to his residence.
" You're right, son. You did the right thing!" Said Bu Kartika while rubbing the top of Jodhi's head whose body shook with tears.
"Now what is the name of latitude?" Said Mrs Kartika gently rubbed the broad back of her grandson, whom she loved more than anyone.
Jodhi has no power to hold haru. He seemed to shrink the tears that suddenly came out with that swiftness. Remembering if he went without saying goodbye to the elder.
" Lin, this is my mother. The mother of Bu Dhira too. Let's introduce yourself!" Said Bastian staring at the Latitude whose eyes were already glazed over. Ask his prospective daughter-in-law to greet the elderly woman who is now having difficulty in walking.
Making Dafa and Gita also shed her tears, to see her brother prostrate in the atmosphere of haru.
" Good afternoon, Grandma. My Latitude!" The latitude now bends to its knees in front of the old woman, and is seen to line Jodhi's fingers. Make the adults there hold haru.
Bu Kartika was seen smiling while framing the face of the visible Lintang began to look blue. In her face the face of the woman was lovingly.
" Man is never tainted from error and sin!" Lintang swallowed his saliva while looking at the wrinkled face that was so shady and seemed to calm it.
"The sanctity belongs only to the creator. What is outlined, we should receive with a big heart. It will be easy in the future, son!"
The latitude cries while Bu Kartika pulls him into her arms. Now, all the burden on the woman's heart was gone already with a bunch of tears that did not want to stop when dripping. Lintang felt, he was already in the right family. A warm family, a loving family.
Jodhi crying. His grandmother could actually be a tremendous lever of his struggle so far.
" Would you marry my granddaughter?" Ask Bu Kartika whose eyes have been wet. Staring at Lintang expectantly with mixed feelings.
Lintang nodded as she covered her lips as she desperately held back the cries. " Yes Grandma, I want to!"
Jodhi's heart immediately exploded - the explosion because the fireworks of happiness were being ignited by the fire of joy that came from Lintang's answer.
Makes all of them blessed with countless happiness.
Bastian who holds Danuja now also rubbed his wife's back that dissolved in tears. Even with Andhira who ceaselessly shrank both neutrals.
Ms. Kartika has also proven the doctrine if by forgiving others, making our lives lighter. He has proven it directly to Mr. Joko.
Now, Lintang and Jodhi stared at each other with inexplicable eyes.
" Thank you Lin, thank you for accepting me!"
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