Charm Wife Titipan

86. Problem Solution

"Papa has changed since he got sick. Papa forgot, Nimas is a woman who is not equal to us. Mama just wants, our family honor is awake, that's all. Mama still hopes that we can get a daughter-in-law from a matching family, which is the same level. Which...."

"What else, Ma? What hasn't Mama got from my wife? Do you know who made me come here? You know who would fight with me just for my return?"

The two old men were surprised. Suddenly, Shaka was home this early.

"Shaka, are you home, son? Why don't you tell Mama you're coming home now? Mama can cook your favorite."

The woman approached Shaka, who was still standing, not far from the dining table.

"There's no need to switch the conversation, Ma. I'm asking."

"Shaka, understand you're misunderstanding Mama."

Shaka, who is tired from out of town with a lot of work and travel, is willing not to rest for the sake of quickly getting home, even he gets a painful welcome. Apparently the mother's attempt to separate the two still continues. Especially if he is reminded of the words of his wife some time ago, it feels Shaka's emotions are still clearly felt. I don't know, he lately felt less able to control his emotions. It was very different from the old Shaka.

"Udah, Mom. Don't throw words to protect your mom. No matter what the sentence is, I hear it all, Ma. At least if Mama does not want to accept Nimas to be Mama's daughter-in-law, you should not have to beg me to stay with Mama again. Mama knows what makes me come back here is Nimas, loh Ma. I'm cape, I'm talking to Mama. I've cape physical, inner, everything I cape. I'm resting, don't bother me first."

Shaka again dragged his suitcase, since Mr. Malik deliberately silent. He knows who to side with, but if he shows, then one of them will definitely be jealous and even make the atmosphere worse.

"God..." Ms. Marisaa was about to pursue Shaka, but was prevented by Mr. Malik. The man gave his understanding through the look in his eyes as if letting Shaka calm his mind first.

"But Shaka was angry with Mama."

"Yes, let him calm down first. It's also free for you to pursue now, he'll be even more angry. If you don't want Shaka to be angry with you, don't do something that makes him angry."

Ms. Marissa sat back at the dining table anxiously. He's the one who if Shaka's gonna go back home.

While Shaka who was being thought of by his mother was sitting on the edge of the bed. Try to neutralize his feelings by taking a few breaths and exhaling them slowly. And not long after his activities, the door of his room opened from the outside. The figure of Nimas who scored a surprised face and sumringah in almost the same time.

The woman ran and ran into the husband's arms. He hugged her tightly and vice versa. They were silent without being rich in his warm embrace. It was as if they were letting the longing that was bursting out through the embrace.

"Say to come home tomorrow. You lying?" Numas asked still in a hugging state.

"His job's done faster than I thought. I didn't sleep last night just because I wanted to get home. And I'm very sleepy now. I want to rest accompanied by my wife. I miss you so much." Shaka lays her body while hugging. It's impossible if they don't do anything.

***

At half-eleven in the afternoon, a couple who had just let go were picking up their son at school.

"Surprise, I'm here to pick up Dad's favorite son. Don't you want to be the same Dad?"

For a moment Bryan was seen almost taking off his cup and was about to stretch out his hands. However, I don't know what made him stop to do both things.

"What do you want to go home for a walk?"

"Go home."

Shaka just nodded. He held the tiny hand of his only child. He is still thinking about how to approach.

Until finally, Shaka turned the steering wheel of his car into a simple restaurant with the concept of lesehan.

"Me, I'm going straight home. Don't eat." Bryan conveyed his protest.

"Father hungry. Waiting to get home."

Under the scorching sun, they walked together to the restaurant and sat in one of the lesehan close to the trees. Breeze in the air that is hot enough to make them feel cool and comfortable.

After being presented with the menu and ordering food, silence ensued. Shaka glanced in all directions to look for references to chat materials with the child.

"Bryan, I hear, Bryan is angry with Mommy again, huh? Why, Son?"

"No."

"If you're not angry, where's the smile? You were quiet from then on. I don't usually see Dad. When we met every day, you always welcome Dad home. Now that you haven't seen me for long, you're angry with me." I like to stop for a moment to examine her child's face.

"Son, you're Father's son, Mother's son, if there's anything it should be our same story. The first people you hear are our words, we are the best people God has chosen for you to have. So, learn from now on to open the same Father and Mother. Just like us, if you just shut up, you will not meet the same way out. The problem will not be solved. You think your problems continue, finally you become thin, Mother the same father sad. You want us to be sad?"

Bryan lowered his head slightly. A second later the little boy nodded his head weakly.

"No want to make Daddy Mommy sad, huh? Yes already let's say the same Dad with Mother, what's wrong? Or do you want to tell Daddy? Mommy can't hear? If so, let Mother go first."

Bryan was still silent, actually he also felt unable to bear to act like this. It is not his habit to sulk too long especially with his parents. They were the ones who never raised their tone when angry, always made him smile and happy, how could he be angry for that long at them?

"No need, Dad. It's okay, Mommy's here."

"Yes already. If that's the story now, what's up?"

"I'm not angry or sulking with Mother. But I'm just upset. Mother same Daddy lied to me. I'm not Dad's son. I'm someone else's son, I'm Pakde's son. But you never told me the same." Bryan looked down again as he finished his sentence.

"Now I'm asking you. If you knew Dad wasn't your real father, what would you do? Don't want to have a Dad like Shaka's? What do you want Daddy to like?" As usual, Shaka always humbled his words when he was talking about a problem.

Bryan lowered his head. Slowly Shaka tried to poke the boy's head. He saw that his eyes were already a little teary.