Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

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I just mutely heard Mr. Rahardian Husein's question, feeling no need to talk much with the person who had just met it for the first time. To me, he is a stranger.

"Tell him, I'd love to see you, I'd love to come back." The voice sounded very clear and resolute, there was not the slightest hesitation from the sentence just spoken.

I just nodded then stood up and shifted the chair slowly, wanting to leave in front of this man immediately, afraid that Mother and Bang Rafi would get angry.

"Daddy between you? poor Marisa."

"I can go home alone, sir," answered as formally as possible.

The man in front of me grinned. "Well, I don't deserve to consider myself a part of your family, I'm sorry."

Mr. Rahardian put on his sunglasses and got into the car and left me and Marisa. There was a bit of guilt running through my heart. But, I must remain cautious and vigilant, however I do not know much about that person.

Bang Rafi said his father was an irresponsible cheating man. She left Mom for another woman. Never came, not even to ask the news.

But, seeing the person who was speaking before me, it felt like Bang Rafi's judgment was excessive. Ah, dizziness is also guessing, I better finish my business and go home soon. If you can first berabe.

I entered the mini market. Start choosing the groceries I need. Several times I took and put the goods back in the basket, afraid not to take him walking. Mother's house is not passed by public transportation.

Marisa looked excited at the sight of the many colorful items, her hands trying to grab the item that caught her attention.

"Do you want this, son? I showed Marisa baby biscuits. He also greeted her cheerfully.

Finished shopping, I walked towards the cashier to pay. "The deck is beautiful" said the cashier kindly. "How many months, Mom?" tanyakanya.

"Six months' walk" I replied, returning his smile.

Shahrazata, I spelled the name on the cashier's shirt. A good name, matching his tapered face and nose, seems to be of Arab descent, just like my best friend Praise. I reached into the game pocket to pay for groceries, thinking a little while holding a thick roll on my shoulder.

"one ... two ...," I murmured as I counted the red sheets. "five hundred thousand?" shirihku.

That's money from Mr. Rahardian. He paid more than double the price of the clothes he bought. I'm not feeling good. Sorry I didn't count in front of him. Let it be, I'll give it back later if I see you again.

After completing the transaction, I also came out of the mini market, my skin bristled, shocked by the temperature changes between inside the mini market and outside. It seemed like today the sun was being excitedly delivering its heat, sweat pouring down my forehead.

My feet run slowly, occasionally stopping a step for a moment to lay a load or allow a sling.

Tin ...

The sound of a long horn shocked me.

"Well, don't you feel sorry for Marisa?"

Egoku forced me to keep going, but my conscience as a mother was disturbed when I saw Marisa's white cheeks turning red. The umbrella I was carrying couldn't protect Marisa's skin from the heat.

I stopped walking, Mr. Rahardian came out to open the door and let me in. "Come, I'll take you home." I got in the car and sat next to where he was driving.

"Get it, Son. Is Dad that bad in your eyes? If you think Dad is a stranger, just think of it as a fare because you have bothered to deliver Dad's order" he concluded.

I bit my lips to hear Mr. Rahardian's words, could not bear to see his grim face and put the money back in my pocket.

Marisa kept chattering, she was very happy when I was sitting on my lap, her hands were patting the dashboard to make a noise.

"Haha ... Marisa's happy huh, same Opa's walk?" Mr. Rahardian looked happy to see Marisa, her genuine smile made my magic disappear slowly.

"You wouldn't be fair to judge Dad just from the perspective of Mom and Rafi or even Rizal and Risman. There are many reasons behind all the events that happened. You are neutral, and you will be able to judge wisely" said Mr. Rahardian.

"I don't understand, sir."

"Be a peacemaker, son. If Dad's expectations are too high to be able to get back together with your mother, at least Dad's not always seen as bad by Rizal, Risman and Rafi."

Mr. Rahardian stared straight at the hardened jaw. He was holding back his own feelings. A feeling that should be called what.

"Stop in front there, sir." I pointed at Mother's house. Mr. Rahardian stopped his car right in front of the house. I immediately got down and thanked him.

"Greet your mother" said Mr. Rahardian. I nodded and stood until the car drove.

I swung a light step into the house, just opening my sandals, the distinctive sound reached my ears.

"Where are you?" Mother greeted me in the doorway with her hands folded in front of her chest.

"B ... Is mom home?" tanyaku.

"The story goes back to Nanya. Where'd you come from? "

"CODan same customer, Mom while shopping diapers Marisa, it's over." I speak more calmly.

"Who are you?"

Well, apparently Mom saw me getting out of the car. I should have asked Mr. Rahardian to stop a little far from Mom's house.

"That was her customer ma'am, she felt sorry for Ning bringing Marisa, so she drove her home."

"Next time do not need to COD yourself, tell Susi!" said Mother while grabbing Marisa from my lap.

"Or give me an address here, let the buyer come here," he added.

"Yes, Mom," I said.

The mother was actually attentive, but her bearer judes made her speech always unpleasant to hear.

I went to the room, opened the hijab and tidied up the groceries I bought. My mind can't escape Bang Rafi's father.

At first I thought Mr. Rahardian was like the man in the evil father's doom movie. The poor old man who came to his first wife for having abandoned his chosen woman. But, I was wrong. He's a mature, well-established and prosperous man. For people who know Bang Risman, would immediately recognize Pak Rahardian as Bang Risman's father, they are very similar, ranging from facial features, body gestures and voice and the way they talk. The charms of a craftsman.

What really happened in the past, Why did Mom and Mr Rahardian split up? I'll find out from Mom and Bang Rafi.