
It seems that it has become a tradition in both families, every beginning of the meeting, will always be awkward, until the atmosphere of the room is so tense.
Juna glanced at his mother, 10 minutes his guest was taken. The tea that was served from the beginning was cold, but none of the four adults plus one child spoke up.
Eheem...
Juna deliberately sounded the sign, so that his mother could take a stand. However, the arrival of Opa Jer and Aluna is well-intentioned. Ms. Salma seemed to ignore everyone in the room, focusing on one object sitting in front of the tv and playing with her robot car.
"Mother," again Juna scolded gently, touching the arm of the woman whose pretty face looked a lot wrinkled.
The call managed to pull him from his own world.
"He's a God, Mom. My son and Aluna," said Juna still trying to maintain his tone.
Unwittingly Salma, her tears came down. He could clearly see that reality. There is no doubt that Dewa is the son of Juna, his grandson, because the boy is so similar to Juna at the time of his child.
"Mom knows. No one can deny this. He is a small form of you. You are very similar" said the mother still with tears dripping down her cheeks. Mixed feeling. Happy to know that she has become a grandmother, and sad, because her granddaughter never knew that she had a grandmother all this time.
"Mother, what's going on? Why are you crying?" Juna got up, picked up a tissue and knelt before his mother.
"Mother was so moved. So happy. I want to hug your son, but he doesn't seem to know Mom as his grandmother" Salma replied in a quivering voice, sounding bitter and sad.
Opa Jer who heard that could only shut up and bowed. He's been unfair to Salma. What if he is treated like that? Removed from the Gods?
"I'm sorry, Miss Salma." Opa Jer ventured to open his voice. He wanted to end the woman's grief by announcing that they would be having a wedding reception for Juna and Aluna as a way of informing the public that they were married.
"I'm sorry? What's Mister for?" Challenge Miss Salma. All this time the rich man had been quite demeaning and made his son suffer. Their arrival did not actually want to be welcomed by Salma, but Juna who had explained at once begged to make him unable to refuse.
"For all my mistakes so far. I beg you, forgive me and let's open a new leaf. My arrival along with my grandchildren and great-grandchildren, in addition to wanting to apologize, also wanted to ask for Mother's approval, to hold a wedding reception for Juna and Aluna."
"Why now, sir? After the tears are dry and the wounds in the heart are gaping, have you come to apologize?" salma's voice was clearly unfriendly. He still can't sincerely forgive Opa Jer's mistakes.
"That's my fault, ma'am. I realized that they both loved each other, and that nothing could separate them. Juna's happiness is in Aluna, as well as my grandson's happiness. Only Juna can give it to her. After all, all this was also for the sake of the future God, who needed the complete figure of both his parents."
Salma looked back at the God. That's right what Opa Jer said. If he continues to follow his ego, the victim is his own grandson, God. What is he trying to defend? Of honor? Didn't Opa Jer apologize?
"alright. I'll follow whatever you say, because it's solely for the sake of my grandson's happiness."
Aluna hugged Salma tightly. Since then he had dammed his tears, but now a sense of haru and happiness that spewed in his heart made Aluna could not bear to stay in place.
"Mom, I'm sorry I'm so far away from you. Never ask Mom for news or just visit her again. I'm sorry, ma'am," isak Aluna honestly about her sadness.
"Already, Non. Don't cry anymore. I understand the situation of Non, also the feeling of Non at that time."
Salma's hand gently stroked Aluna's back, calming the girl to stop crying.
***
Everything's been crushed. The event will be held next week. I've forgiven Aluna as well as Opa Jer.
Opa Jer had already assigned some of his employees to take care of the building and the preparations for the reception.
The problem is only one. Dimas. They should talk to Dimas. Aluna had offered to talk to the man alone, but Juna insisted on accompanying her.
This was where the two of them, sitting side by side with Dimas in front of them, stared fixedly and questioningly.
"Thank you for accepting our invitation to talk, sorry for interrupting your time, Mas" Juna said politely. He was once in the position of Dimas, would be disappointed after hearing the truth from Aluna.
"What is all this? Al, what's going on?" tanya Dimas stared fixedly at Aluna's face. The man's forehead creased, trying to guess what was going on. Juna believes that Dimas can guess what happened, seen from the hand of Aluna who continued to hold Juna's hand.
"Mas" sambar Juna called for attention.
"I want to talk to Aluna, not to you!" snapped Dimas stared intently vengefully at Juna.
"But what he's going to talk about has to do with me. Please, you are a real man, don't throw such an intimidating look at Aluna." Juna is also a horse. If Dimas rioted at their meeting this time, then Juna would not be fresh to act to protect Aluna.
Dimas looks increasingly furious because Juna mastered the current state. He looked back at Aluna.
"I'm waiting, Al!"
"Mas, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for being such a disappointment, Mas Dimas. But I really can't return the feelings, Mas. I love Juna, my first love, my husband, and God's father."
Aluna's statement was like a hard slap on Dimas' cheek. A harsh reality he never expected. At first he thought they only liked each other after Juna helped save the Gods.
"You don't mess around, Al. I don't like it, you joke too late. What does all this mean? If you don't want to marry me, you don't have to make up stories!"
"This is the truth, Mommy. I am the legal husband of Aluna to this day and the father of God. I am grateful because all this time Mas Dimas has been looking after and being kind to both of them. Good will I always remember. But we love each other, no one can separate us anymore. And I hope, Mas understands and lets go of Aluna and the Gods."