
"My granddaughter's party!"
"Oma, the road is slow!"
Bhumi who was still lying on the hospital bed screamed in fear when he saw Kartika half-run up to him. He was very afraid if until this omanya fell because of lack of caution.
"How are you doing Ga? You're okay, right?"
Kartika hugged Bhumi's body tightly while kissing the grandson's forehead tightly. Some days the heart and mind of the old woman is not calm because it is always haunted by feelings of anxiety. Afraid that something fatal might happen to her granddaughter. But now he can breathe a sigh of relief after seeing Bhumi in good condition.
"Now it is Bhumi who is worried about the state of Oma. Seeing Oma walking hastily like this how about suddenly Oma got gout?" seloroh Bhumi with a softness.
Kartika can only chop and snap the forehead of the grandson. "Basar granddaughter does not know it is lucky. I'm really worried about you Ga. You're kidding."
"Haha... Yes Oma, Bhumi is just kidding. Look, Bhumi's fine, isn't he?" bhumi said, showing his head, arms and legs.
"All right how? Look, your eel is like a mochi cake, Ga," said Kartika as she chuckled softly to see the slightly lumpy and bruised Arga eel. The young man was just a horse.
"What actually happened to you Ga? Why did you get into an accident like this? What you're going through really reminds Oma of your late mother. He also lost his life in an accident like this."
Kartika recalled the days of the son-in-law who had an accident in the past few years. The car accident is what makes Kartika have to lose her most dear daughter-in-law. The most perfect daughter-in-law, the figure of a wife and mother who is good for her husband and children, as well as a figure of compassion. No doubt, if Aster is always surrounded by good people. But to this day, Kartika still wonders why the figure of a perfect woman like Aster had to leave the world in such a horrible way.
"It's all Bhumi's stepmom, Oma. He's the one who planned all that."
The view of Kartika who previously looked in any direction, now he linked his bead to the netra Bhumi. With a squeak on his forehead, he looked at this grandson question markingly.
"What's? Is that all Wenda did? How could you possibly know that? How do you know that?"
"The story that tells all, Oma. Gilang and his father saved Bhumi's life."
Kartika is getting flabbergasted. "Said and her father? What do you mean, Ga?"
Ceklekk...
"I'll tell you the truth, madam."
Kartika speech was trimmed when he saw Gilang, entering the Arga nursery. The twilight-aged woman was slightly flabbergasted by the call that Gilang had made.
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Kartika sits limp on the sofa in Bhumi's room. His tears were relentlessly flowing, down every curve of his face when he heard the words spoken from Gilang's lips. What the young man said was like a sharp dagger stuck to the bottom of his heart. Draining the blood of invisible wounds that blaspheme the soul.
Gilang's speech is not a figment. During this time he felt that the affection given by Kartika to him was much different from that given to Arga. The young man also could do nothing but just remain silent, harboring all that sense. Today, God has opened it all. He did not have any blood relation with the Wiraguna family.
There was pain, anger, and disappointment when hearing Gilang's story. In his incarnation Wenda was a demon-hearted woman who had the heart to plan all this. To him, there was no mercy for a woman like Wenda.
"I'm sorry if during my stay in the big house, a lot of my needs are less pleasing. I'm also very happy, after my father regained consciousness and recovered, I'll be out of the big house."
"Lang, what do you mean get out?"
It was not Kartika who was surprised to hear Gilang's words, but Arga who was shocked by what was said by this young man.
Gilang smiled knot. "I'm going to move into the house that I prepared for, brother. The house that I will occupy after marriage, I will occupy first with my father."
"But why should Lang move? You can still live in a big house. Just like before. I haven't even got a chance to return the favor to you Lang."
Gilang shook his head. "No Brother. Arga doesn't need to return any favors. This is all the father's willingness to make up for all his mistakes for not being able to guide mama well. So, saving Arga's brother in the accident was an obligation he had to fulfill."
Increasingly tears that flow from the eye pelupuk Kartika. Witnessing the sincerity of Gilang and Rajasa really made his heart filled with extraordinary novelty.
"Lang, come. Come near to me!"
Gilang was a little surprised by Kartika's words. "I mean Madam?"
"Come here, sit beside Oma!"
Gilang. He got up from his position and sat down next to Kartika. And without further ado, the twilight-aged woman hugged Gilang's body tightly.
"I'm sorry Oma if you've been feeling different, Lang. From the beginning, Oma did sanction that you are the son of Wiraguna and Oma had thought that you would go down your mama nature. But Oma was wrong. The nature that flows in your blood is the nature of your father and becomes you as a virtuous young man. Thank you, Son. Thank you." Thank you."
Kartika speech like grains of dew that wet the arid heart. Make his heart trenchuh to make the clear fur dripping from the eye peluk. Kartika's speech and greeting is what he had longed for.
"Thank you Madam. Thank you." Thank you."
"You'll still be my grandson, Lang. You will remain my grandson. Then call Oma."
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