For the Love of

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If both parents and his sister have returned home, different from Aji. The man, still in Garut. Stay in one of the hotels located not far from the Salwa residence.

And this morning, the man was already at Salwa's house.

"I guess you came home with the others yesterday" said Salwa.

The two of them were chatting in a small saung located in the backyard of the house.

Since the children are still sleeping, so it's time Aji used to chat with Salwa.

"Mas still wants to be here."

Salwa nodded her head.

"You happy here?"

Salwa nodded her head again. "Yes. Happy to be close to my mother. The atmosphere was also calm, fresh, delicious."

"Not kangen Jakarta?"

Salwa turned her head for a moment towards Aji. "Sometimes yes. Children are born and raised there."

"Wanna go back to Jakarta?"

"Well? I don't have a purpose to go there anymore."

They both then fell silent.

"Karel, like to come here, huh?" ask Aji later.

Salwa nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"Make what?"

"Almost, play with the kids."

There was jealousy in Aji's heart when he heard her answer. She was very grateful if there was anyone nice to her children. But, on the one hand he is also not happy if there are other men who are close to his children.

They, silent again. Accepting each other's feelings.

"Wa, are we going to the market, yuk?"

Salwa. "To the Market?"

Aji nodded. "Yes. Buy mango. Don't know why you suddenly eat mangoes." Aji cengesan, "somebody craves, huh?"

Salwa. In his mind, why could the moment fit this well. Currently, he is also very eager to eat mangoes. Especially the young mango.

And fortunately, Aji felt the same way.

***

Daytime.

Two couples tied to the past were sitting down while watching the children.

They looked cheerful, obviously happy. Especially when they rarely do this.

"Well, the kids look really happy."

Salwa nodded.

"You want kids like this to go on, right?"

"certain."

Aji. "Then give Mas a second chance, allow Mas to fix everything. Come on, let's start over."

Salwa looked at Aji in wonder.

"Give me a second chance." Aji said once again. Although his face looks sad, but there is firmness in his tone.

"Wa," call Aji when Salwa is silent.

"Children can still be happy, even if we ..."

"Mas earnestly. Give it a second chance!" asserted Aji again.

Salwa looked at Aji again. It was true, there was seriousness in both of his eyeballs.

"What's the reason I should give Mas a second chance?" ask Salwa at last.

"For the kids. For their happiness, too, you."

"Are you sure the kids and I will be happy with you?"

Aji nodded confidently.

"The Cynthia incident won't happen again?"

Firmly, Aji shook his head.

"Then" Salwa pulled out her phone. "This ... what?" Then, show the photo sent by the mysterious person to Aji.

Just as Salwa had guessed, Aji gasped in shock.

"This ... Where did this photo come from?"

Salwa. "Unknown people, tell me that crocodiles will remain crocodiles."

Aji looked at Salwa in panic. "Don't believe anything anyone else says. It's changed, Wa. That's an old photo. Please believe the same, Mommy."

"Old photo? So why did that guy just send it now?"

Aji shook her head. Her gaze waved. "Mas doesn't know. There may be people who intend to make our relationship more broken. Or, there are people who want to drop Mas in the job. Believe, Wa. It's not like that now."

Aji sighed uneasily as Salwa remained silent. Not answering anything.

"Repair yourself first, Mas, if you want to start again," said Salwa finally who became a breath of fresh air for Aji.