Bima's Second Wife

chapter 161

I'm back in the car. I better get back to the hotel. This afternoon I have to go to Papa's restaurant. It is impossible to go there in wet clothes.

resto is clear. All the problems I can solve well. I went back to the hotel to rest. It feels so tired. Although today more go than work but it feels tired. Moreover, the encouragement in my life no longer exists.

To esokan day. For the second time I looked at the house. Smiling to myself as I remember Una sitting on the swing and me swinging her from behind so fiercely that she cried with fear, and ended up with my mother's jewel in my ear for making Una cry. Then the shadow of the moment where Una cried on top of the mango tree because it could not go down. Strange, can go up but afraid to go down. And finally I was also the one who was angry at mom for not being able to take care of Una well.

Mama loves Una so much, even I feel that it is better to just exchange places with her!

My innocent thinking at that time.

I also remember when I was going to Surabaya. Waiting for him in front of the house while continuing to stare at the window of his room. I hope he gets down. I want to give you a bracelet that has been made with great difficulty. I learned from one of my girlfriends at school. At that time the trend of making bracelets from colorful wool yarn. But I made only two colors. Our favorite color. Sea blue and pink. Not to forget I was looking for something to decorate the bracelet in the market, painstakingly revolving inside the traditional market to look for accessories sellers. U and cat pictures. Una's favorite animal.

Oh gosh. At that time my heart ached so much, it was hard to leave him. Why do I have to go anyway? I waited so long that my mom called me from the car. I surrendered. And walk towards the car that just turned on. I opened the car door about to enter but he called me and ran towards me, handing over the bird-shaped pink origami he had managed to make.

She let go of me with a smile, but I knew she was holding back her tears. Before the car turned towards the highway I saw him hugging his mother tightly.

Is it possible because of that promise that I can't forget Una?

The car runs a few hundred meters and stops right at a simple house in an old-fashioned style. Garden and gazebo adorn the front. Very well maintained.

My car is parked. A young woman who was sweeping the courtyard stopped her activities. I looked up and approached, after I got out of the car.

"Who are you looking for?" he asked still holding a broomstick in his hand.

"Dance huh?" he nodded in wonder.

"Uncle exists?" his forehead was confused. Of course because in this area his father is known as pakdhe.

"Son Bimbim! Enter le. It's outside!" welcome budhe Nani.

We went inside to sit in a simple living room and did not change from the first.

"Tari, kok mas Bimbim not asked into the nduk anyway." The dance that just came in and kept a few glasses of tea in front of me looked puzzled.

"This is loh, mas Bima who used to be here looking for mbak Una. Eh but you used to still sd what is still inget?!" say Budhe again. While the child who was reminded only smiled shyly. He must have forgotten!

We chatted casually asking each other for news including asking why I didn't bring my wife here, and I said Dena was dead four months ago. They are sympathetic. Then turn to the question of work how the development of the business that we live. Although pakdhe business is simple but in fact quite advanced in the field of culinary and souvenirs in Jogja. He has several souvenir center shops that are quite well known in this area. But the appearance of the family pakdhe always with its simplicity to not expect that he is a businessman.

We talked for almost two hours.

"Budhe, if you'll excuse me to come back first. Can you?" my many.

"Yo should be able to le. Monggo, budhe wants to cook. We had lunch together!" said it.

"Don't bother, budhe." I said bad.

"Don't bother. Sir take goldfish in the pond sir!" budhe's word to the husband who was immediately answered nods.

We went to the back together. I went to the bathroom. Budhe to the kitchen. Pakdhe to the back of the house.

After coming out of the bathroom I returned to the living room, but my footsteps stopped when I saw a photo attached to the wall. My eyes round my chest roaring violently. I looked at the photo with five people in it. And looking fixedly at the figure of the girl in the white dress that came to my attention. Really this?