Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

Calya's Parents

In that simple house, a five-headed couple was sitting together on the porch. Enjoy the morning air as well as the tea and bread that accompany their breakfast.

"My situation is better, ma'am. Now I miss the kids" said the husband.

"Don't think, sir. The children are fine" said the wife.

"I don't think, Mom. If I meet them, my health will be better."

"Yes, we'll call them."

"No, Ma. Don't call. Let's just go visit them" suggested the husband.

"I mean Father?" asked the confused woman to her husband.

"Yes, we're going to Dirga and Calya's city. After staying for a few days there, we went to Yogya to visit Myesha. For the cost, sell your jewelry first huh? Slowly, you will change."

The wife looked at her husband with bright eyes. A moment later, he sipped his tea, then nodded.

"All right, sir."

Yes, they are both Calya and Myesha's parents. A decision they have taken, visiting their children overseas. Right now, of course what they know is not the real thing that is going on.

However, when fate has outlined, nothing can hold it back from happening.

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The plane carrying Mr. Darmawan and his wife, both Calya and Myesha's parents, has landed. After arriving at the arrival door, they rushed to take a taxi that would take them to the office house.

Calya once gave them that address. After all, it is not difficult for taxi drivers to find out the address in question.

Carrying their bags, the two middle-aged men sauntered into the grounds of the official house after the taxi they were riding stopped in front of the house.

At the door, they stood. Slowly knock it.

Their hearts trembled, impatiently waiting for the result of this shock. Moreover, the longing for the princess will soon be satisfied.

The woman inside the house stepped outside after hearing a knock. Five months is her age.

Chequek. Door opens.

The happy faces behind the door changed.

Realizing that the one who opened the door was not their daughter, with a friendly smile, Ms. Darmawan said.

"Oh, sorry, Mom. Looks like we got the wrong house."

"Oh, where is the goal actually going?" haira asked again while observing them.

"The home office of the prosecutor's office" said Bu Darmawan again.

"This is indeed the home of the prosecutor's office. Whose mom and dad are looking for a house?" sahut Haira's.

"We'd like to visit our son, Dirga and Calya."

Bu Darmawan's reply made Haira turn her head.

"What do you mean?" hentak Haira's.

"Yes, Mom. So our daughter-in-law Dirga works in the city prosecutor's office, and as far as we know, they live in the official house" replied Ms. Darmawan again.

"The Dirga? A daughter-in-law?"

"Yes, we're Calya's parents, Dirga's wife."

Haira is buying. A new reality is known to him. Turns out Calya's parents didn't know about her daughter's divorce.

"I'm sorry, Mom, sir. I don't understand why your daughter didn't tell her parents the truth" Haira said.

"What do you mean by mother?" ask Bu Darmawan confused.

"Alright, introduce, I am Haira, the legal wife of Dirga Mahendra. Former daughter-in-law of Mom and Dad." Haira looked arrogantly at the two people in front of her.

"What?!" Mr. Darmawan and Ms. Darmawan screamed at the same time.

Right at that very instant, their gaze shot towards the inside of the house, falling on the wall where a large photo frame hung. A wedding photo surrounded by a whole family.

And they realized, there was a picture of Dirga and his family. But the bride is not their daughter. Likewise with parents who accompany, not themselves.

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