Forced to Marry a High School Girl
Disappear and come back
Dinda rubbed her wet cheeks, and looked back at Isaac who seemed sympathetic to his situation.
"L-then where's my daughter sir?"
"Anu mbak, brought the same mom Widuri."
"My mother-in-law.?"
"Metul mbak."
"Do you know Mama Widuri's address?"
Mr. Isaac nodded.
"Then can I have your home address, sir?" Dinda took a small book and a pen that she always carried everywhere in her bag.
Mr. Isaac had a moment of puzzlement, but after he realized something, without a word he rushed to write down the address that Dinda asked for.
"Thank you very much sir, then excuse me, I must immediately find this address that you love."
"Yes, you're the same."
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Dinda touched his chest hoping to reduce the pounding becoming, meeting with Widuri the name of the owner of someone who had been a part of his life in the past is not something easy.
Especially since long ago, Widuri never approve of the relationship between the two, with the reason Rahman is more suitable if married to a woman who has the status of a teacher who neighbors with him since long ago.
Even today for the first time Dinda set foot in the place, because since the first Widuri forbid Rahman to bring Dinda to their house.
Dinda held a piece of paper in her hand with a little trembling, in front of there a small house measuring 5x6 meters as recently renovated standing some distance from the house of the other residents.
Not too far away indeed! but quite distant.
Suddenly Dinda felt crowded to imagine how the life of her daughter so far, living in a small house with a fairly dirty environment, and far from healthy.
Compared back to him, who felt the life was all prosperous, and the cleanliness around him was quite guaranteed.
Dinda let out a heavy sigh, and rushed over to the house and tried to knock on the door several times.
"Searching for Widuri's grandmother huh?" said someone who accidentally passed through the area, making Dinda immediately turn to the owner of the voice.
There a woman who he estimated was the same age as himself was standing while carrying a vegetable crunch and a fresh fish crackle that was still moving.
"Eh, right mbak, do you know Grandma Widuri?"
"Nek Widuri if this hour is not at home, he is selling in the front alley."
"That's it, ma'am, thank you?'
"Yes, come."
"Let's go, thank you again."
Dinda again walked towards the alley, as he remembered earlier when he passed the alley, there was indeed quite crowded by some mothers who were queuing around a fairly new simple stall.
He smiled with relief, as well as feeling the extraordinary rebound, when he saw the old woman who looked eager to serve the buyers while smiling kindly towards them.
Patiently Dinda waited, until the stall was quiet so that he could freely chat with her.
"Excuse me!"
"Sorry that her hodgepodge is already ha_" said Grandma Widuri stopped when she realized who came.
"Ma, how are you?" Dinda grabs the hand of Widuri's grandmother and kisses her, leaving the old woman speechless with an indecipherable look.
"Ma_"
"Ma_I came here to apologize!"
Silent
"Ma_"
"I've forgiven."
"Ma_"
"Go! your presence is no longer needed."
Dinda did not despair, she followed Grandma Widuri to her house.
"Ma, would it be wrong if I wanted to meet my daughter, where is she ma?"
Prorgasm..
Grandma Widuri dropped the origin of the furniture she brought, turning to look at Dinda with a gaze full of anger.
"You still dare to confess - I have a daughter after leaving her and disappearing for a dozen years?"
The deg!
"Do you know what suffering Anggia has experienced when you are not there.?"
"Do you know, the mockery after ridicule that Anggia received when she was a child, because her mother was a treasure-crazed woman."
The deg!
Dinda lowered her head, along with melted tears flowing profusely on both her cheeks.
"Already, go and get back to your new life, don't bother Anggia anymore, because she doesn't need a mother anymore."
Dinda was sobbing in her place, but not one bit made Grandma Widuri sympathize with her.
"Ma? but I'm her mother, I gave birth to her, you can't break the relationship between us."
"I'm not saying you're not her mother, I'm just saying that Anggia no longer needs a mother like you."
"Ma_" Dinda fell at his feet.
"Again, I want to meet her ma."
"He's not here."
"I beg you!"
"He's not here I told you!"
"Is Anggia married, to a young man named Nattan?"
The deg!
Instantly Grandma Widuri pecked, with both eyes wide.
"W-how do you know?"
''So right ma, Anggia my best friend's daughter-in-law, she's my daughter Anggia_"
"I don't care what you say, get out of this house right now." Grandma Widuri rushed in and locked the door from the inside, clutching her suddenly painful chest.
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