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Meanwhile at the residence of Mr. Arya and Mr. Mareta.
"Mama, why did it say that I was jealous of Valeria?"
Early in the morning Cantika has blown her emotions Miss Mareta.
"I'm sorry, Mama didn't mean it that way."
Despite the emotion, Ms. Mareta held her back with an apology.
"Ma, why did you like to tell Valeria and me apart from childhood?"
"Can't you call it sister for your own brother?" Ms. Mareta's tone was still low at the time.
"Oh, Kak-Va-le-ri-a," Cantika said.
It was as if it was intentionally emphasized that name when mentioning it.
Ma'am Mareta started to sigh. Why did that kid get to be like this?
"Distinguish like what?"
A mother's subtle tone to ease her child's jealousy.
"When he got the report first, he got the first rank, Mama first took the report, until I waited for Mama long."
Cantika continued, "I know I barely went to class, so Mama put her first, right?"
"At that time, Master told Mama to come over a little afternoon so that Mama could consult with him." Ms. Mareta still clearly remembered the incident.
"Shame on you because I'm staying in class?" insist Cantika.
Maureta shook her head slowly. Cantika looked up while folding her hands.
"Then, when I was dating a guy at school, Mama compared me to him. Mama told me to look at Valeria's sister who never dated at school, doesn't that compare?"
"What or what did Mama tell you? I mean, Mama, you used to be able to date your school before," explained Ms. Mareta.
"But still comparing!" Cantika's tone began to rise.
"When I went to college, Mama arranged for me not to study abroad like my sister, why can't I look up to my sister at that time?!" He yelled at Maureta.
Almost crying, Ms. Mareta strengthened her heart to give an explanation again.
"Mama doesn't want you to fall into a negative relationship, if you're near Mama, Mama will easily watch over you."
"Oh, so Mama's prejudiced against me?"
Ms. Mareta's emotions are getting unstoppable, "Instantially, you were pregnant before marriage, right?"
"Yes! Indeed, I am the son of a mother who is not good, who does not excel, hang out with men carelessly, is not successful, pregnant before marriage, right!??"
The girl began to stir up emotions in the middle room.
Mr. Arya who had heard the dispute between his wife and adopted son, began to approach. Fear of something unwanted happening, while Denis is not in the house.
"Well," Cantika said as she looked at Mr. Arya, as if saying a coincidence.
"As for Surya, why do you approve of their relationship? Is it ethical for a sister to be in touch with her sister's lover, until they get married?" His eyes narrowed as if to blame his parents.
"We agree, according to Surya, that your relationship has ended because of a third person, your husband now." Mr. Arya started to open his voice.
"Then you agreed? Restored it? Can't you see how I feel?? I gave up! Give my lover to her! Even my simple marriage is not as luxurious as Valeria's sister! My life is hard, while Valeria is happy now!"
He cried out in awe, "If I were with Surya, I wouldn't be!"
"Then, whose fault is it? You blame who? We?" With a high tone, Ms. Mareta responded to Cantika.
"You guys, you're not acting in terms of justice to the child! I'm like I'm not your son!" shout Cantika.
"duh... Maa..." Mr. Arya held his left chest. Cold sweat washed his face.
"Pa... Why Pa?" Mareta's mother led Mr. Arya to sit down.
Mr. Arga's car came, along with his wife and two children. They ran out of their way downtown. When they entered, they saw that Mr. Arya had been lying on the chair.
"Mas, Ma'am, please help bring Mas Arya to the hospital ..." pinta Bu Mareta sobbed.
"Why Deck? Arya why??" ask Mr. Arga.
Mama shook her head, unable to speak.
"Come, take it to the hospital!" said Bu Hana realized that it was not the time to explain the situation of Mr. Arya.
Ms. Mareta and Mr. Arga immediately took Mr. Arya to the hospital with Sani. While Bu Hana and Bila are still at home.
"You guys first, we'll get your clothes ready, Reta!" Ms. Hana immediately went into the room preparing a bag for Ms. Mareta.
After the car drove to the hospital, Bik Nah slowly approached Bu Hana.
"I'm helping Mom." Bik Well offer yourself.
"Yes, Bik. Mm ... Why was Mr Arya Bik?" asked Bu Hana while putting clothes in the bag.
"Sorry, Mom. I heard some noise between Non Cantika, Ms. Reta and Mr. Arya. Non Cantika is the cause of all this. She was envious of her brother."
Bik Nah recounted what he heard from the beginning of their quarrel until Pak Arya fell ill, also when Cantika had caused Pak Arya to go to hospital before.
Ms. Hana turned her back in disbelief of Cantika's attitude.
"Wait Bik, I'll explain who the boy really is. Remember Bik, we've covered this secret, but the child we helped has passed! This can't be allowed!"
Ma'am Hana put down everything she was holding back then.
"Sir, please prepare everything yes, I want to explain to him!"
"But, but ... Ms ...." Bik Nah looks worried about what will happen.
"Ga nothing, Bik. It was time for him to know, for him to understand his position. No need to worry."
Ms. Hana immediately looked for Cantika in the house. Before he looked for her, he told Bila.
"When, please call Valeria's sister, tell her that Om Arya is in the hospital!"
"Okay, Ma," replied If you obey.
***
Back to Valeria
Drrrr .... Drrrr ....
Shakes my gawaa calling. When! Why did he call me?
"Hello, when."
"Sister, what are you doing?"
"With breakfast, when. What's up, huh?"
"Sister, Om Arya was admitted to the hospital, was already ushered Papa, Aunt Reta and Kak Sani."
The deg!
Papa's sick again? Looks like yesterday was fine at my wedding. Is papa exhausted?
"Oh, yes, yes when. Abis this brother went straight to the hospital. Thanks, I'm."
"Together brother."
I hung up the phone from when.
"Who is the darling who called?" surya asked out of the bathroom.
"When, he says Papa's in the hospital again, baby."
I accidentally nudged a vase of flowers on the table.
Prangs!!
Surya and I gasped, and I cleaned up the vase fragments.
"Ouch!" My hand was scratched by a vase that had been half broken.
"Be careful, dear dong!" Surya got some cotton and a wound cleaner. He cleaned my wound and wrapped it in a cassa cloth.
"Yes, I'll drop you off soon, don't you panic, honey? Be ready first, already .., it will let Mbak Mun clean up. I'll tell you Papa and Mama." As if Surya knew I was going to die.
I nodded. My heart's fucked up if I hear my parents are sick. I want to get to Papa soon.
After preparing, it turns out that Papa and Mama-in-law have also prepared in the front room. I don't care anymore about Aunt Elisha's cynical attitude, which is important now I have to go to the hospital immediately.
The four of us got in the car, Mama-in-law stroked my arm during the trip to the hospital. Cars drove down the streets, splitting the city crowd.