High Voltage Love's
Ep 2's. Heart Expressions
Ridho had just arrived at his parents' house residence in Bandung City. It has been more than a year he was placed by Pak Gunawan, a multinational company owner, in Jakarta. Due to the sad events of losing his wife, Namira, the man changed a lot. Performance in property companies is declining drastically. As a result, he had to be willing to be transferred to another company to a lower level, the fashion company.
However, his encounter with Patricia, an Italian bule who became friends during his business training in America, made his grief disappear. He fell in love with Patricia before marrying his now-defunct wife, Namira. He hopes with Patricia he will get better. But it seems, it will be difficult, considering both come from two different cultures, as well as the status of a very elderly family.
Patricia is the son of an auto company owner in Italy, although now he and his father live in England. While Ridho, is only the son of a loyal driver who for years worked with Mr. Gunawan. He was just a little bit of luck because he grew up and became friends with Ferdian, the youngest son of Mr. Gunawan, so he could easily work in a large company owned by Mr. Gunawan, so he could easily work in a big company, although his skills and loyalty are good.
“Assalamu’alaikum.” sapanya when entering into the house.
“Wa’alaikumsalam.” replied Bu Narti, Ridho's mother.
Ridho kissed the back of his mother's hand.
“Tumben home, son? Work done?” asked his mother to stroke his youngest child's head.
“There are those who want Ridho obrolin with mother and father,” answers he laid the body on the chair.
“Bapak mah returned home at night. He said Mr. Gunawan had a meeting first, so wait until tonight,” explained his mother.
“Yes it's okay, Mom! Ridho wants to rest first in the room huh?”
“Iya, Darling!”
Ridho entered his room that had not been occupied for a long time. The atmosphere is neat, clean, and beautiful. He remembered his teenage years when he entered it. But since her marriage to Namira, it can be counted by the finger when they have slept on this queen-sized mattress. There are several photos on the wall, a wedding photo of him with the woman from Palembang that he met in America.
Ridho commented on the smile when he looked at the beautiful face of his late wife while wearing a long dress all white with a hijab dangling cover up to his chest. If only the woman was still alive, perhaps the man was anxiously awaiting the birth of their baby. His eyes were back in tears, stemming the tears in his fertilizer.
“Can I be happy with Patricia, Mir?” he asked when holding a picture of his wife.
Ridho rubbed his face with his palm. His body was too tired after driving for about four hours from Jakarta to Bandung. Until he was sound asleep while holding a photo of Namira in his breast.
The sun is tilting west. Ms. Narti opened the door to her son's room, who was still sound asleep with a photo in his hand. The old woman smiled bitterly, why could the fate of her child be like this. But he will not blame God, for this is His provision. Ms. Narti believes Ridho is a strong and strong child.
“Dho, you haven't prayed ashar huh?” said Ms. Narti shaking her son's body.
Ridho sighed softly, then blinked his narrowed eyes.
“Eh yes, Bu!” answer with raucous.
“Sok there all shower, mom again ready to eat for you.”
“Iya Ma'am, thank you,” he replied again while waking up his body that still feels tired. But he quickly walked to the bathroom to clean his body, then prayed later.
The man with narrow eyes and thick lips was now occupying a chair at his dining table. Dinner is on the dinner table. But Ridho was reluctant to take it, because he was waiting for the arrival of his father.
“Eat first, Dho!” his mother took a plate for him.
“But father...”.
“Still Bu,” answer.
Ridho played his spoon and rice, his mind raging so that his heart was not calm. His appetite did not appear. He wanted to immediately inform his parents of his proposal to Patricia.
“Emang what is it?” ask her mother to investigate.
Ridho looked at the face of his mother who was getting older.
“Ridho wants to marry again, Mom!” obviously, made his mother's face a little surprised.
“Namira just left four months, son! Have you forgotten it?” ask his mother.
Ridho sighed.
“Ridho will never be able to escape Namira. Ridho loves Namira. But Ridho can't live rich gini continues, Mom!” brightest.
His mother looked at the face of the child she loved. Grief was clearly drawn on his son's face, making him even thinner. Though Ridho was a child who likes to eat once, until his body became overweight. Now he changed, even thinner from suffering, trapped in his suffering.
“Emang already have a candidate?” ask her mother this time.
“Udah, but..”.
A greeting sounded from the front door. It was Mr. Joseph, his father, who had just arrived. Ridho immediately welcomed his father's arrival by peeling the back of his hand and hugging him.
“How are you doing, Dho?” ask his father.
“Alhamdulillah well, sir! Don't be too tired, old, sir!” said Ridho when his father washed his hands.
“Which way again, Dho! Mr. Gunawan believes very much in your father. It is difficult to find a new replacement, who is honest and loyal.”
Ms. Narti gave her husband a dinner plate, so they could now have dinner together.
Ridho. He did not want to talk about what he had said to his father who looked tired. You have to be patient until tomorrow morning.
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