Hold on or let go!

The eps 81

"Mba Bia!", call Esa.

He came up to me and stood right in front of me. Teenagers either responsibility children more appropriate designation. Esa looked up at me.

Oh God! Why is her face so similar to mine????

"When is Bia coming?", asked Esa. Last time I met Esa she was around first or second grade Elementary. I don't even remember how old he is.

"So!", I answered flatly. Esa extended her hand to me.

"You must salim mbak!", he said. I hesitantly extended my hand to kiss the reverence.

Esa smiled faintly, really like looking at myself when I was her age. Only the male version.

"Yes, please eat, I want to go home!", I said to continue my steps.

"Back to our house, right?" asked Esa again. What say? Our home? Which house does he mean?

"Yes, come home to me."

I try to be ordinary even though I feel like I want to forget the emotions, especially the father of the child.

Esa grabbed my hand.

"Yuk mba home, I would love to go home!", rayu Esa. But slowly, I shook the boy's hand.

"I did go home, to my father's house. Not your house."

"But mba...!", esa's speech hangs. My phone rings in my bag. I remember I was blind in silent mode.

What the hell is this guy video calling me???

Lek Dar and Lek Sarman are just about to approach my and Esa's whereabouts. But I'm on the phone. I put my phone in front of my face.

[Assynualay]

[Guardalagsalam. Thank God Nduk?? Finally you pick up the phone too. Where are you going nduk? Why is it so hard to call? You all right?]

[I'm good mas. Don't worry. You're not my nobody, don't worry about me too much]

Lek Sarman and the others heard my chat with Febri. Yeah, Febri called me.

[Yo wes nek ngunu, but you're Saiki neng ndi anyway? I know Nang umah, but your house Jeh deserted?]

[I lagek muleh, kie Nang warung]

[God, when did you return?]

[You cloud]

[Yo wes nek wes obviously you're at home. I'm wis ayem rek!]

[Hum!]

[Again in the shop?]

[Yes]

[Alby knows you muleh?]

[Wis]

[Arep followed?]

[Ga knows. Wes ah mas. I am arep muleh my father's house first. Assalamualaikum]

[Guardiansalam]

I put my phone back in my bag. But when I stepped back, lek Sarman called me.

"Nduk!", call him. I don't want to turn around either. His father Esa stood beside Lek Sarman.

"Opo lek?"

Lek Sarman looked beside him, his father Esa.

"The rendezvous!"

(This is first)

I lazily approached them again.

"You didn't talk to Esa?" asked Lek Sarman.

"Udah was."

"You are still angry with Bia?", asked Esa.

He approached me, but I turned my back.

"Sorry father!", he said to me.

"Punten lek, Bia go home first!", I said as soon as I left the shop.

William is just a spectator who does not know what the previous episode was like.

"Mas Sarman, maybe Bia can't accept me as a father yet."

Sarman just sighed.

"God willing, Bia will understand. But Minh still needs time."

His father Esa just nodded. The man named Anton who is currently back in office for the second period can only look at the back of his adult stepson.

Anton sat down with Esa and William. Lek Sarman and Lek Dar are back inside.

"What do you mean?", asked William.

"Where do you know Bia? In town?", asked Anton.

William shakes.

"Ngga, knew last night on the train."

Anton furrowed his brows.

"So, who is Bia?", asked William again.

"Mba Bia it's me, it's Will!" said Esa.

"I mean???"

"Yes, Bia's the mother's son!" said Esa again. William looked at the face of his cousin Anton.

William is not familiar with Bia. This was only the first time he had met her even though his older cousin had been married for a long time. All he knows is that Anton is married to a widow. But it was unexpected that her sister-in-law already had a child the age of Bia.

"Is her husband Bia West Javanese?", asked William again. Anton nodded.

"But, it seems...Bia's in trouble with her husband."

"Don't you know! Don't interfere in people's household affairs Will!", advises Anton.

"Ngga intentionally. It's too bad they had a big fight. That's why Bia came home. If you don't hear wrong, then Bia needs a marriage book for what. You see, on the video call, I saw her husband showing me the book."

"You nagging?"

"Said nguping no heck, did I sit next to Bia."

"Well, eat it, go home!" said Anton. William nodded too.

"Sir, Bia mba does not want to be brought home to our house?", said Esa.

"Yes, Bia would rather stay at her father's house."

"But our house is also home mba Bia?", asked Esa again.

"Yes, don't think about it. Now eat first. After that, go home, tell your mother if you muleh!"

Esa nodded in understanding. The teenager who had just been circumcised some time ago also nodded, obeying his father's words. It was different with William. A selebgram as well as a foodvloger busy reviewing the food in front of him.

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I walked a few minutes to get to my father's house. Yes, this house is still beautiful and always looks clean. Lek Dar is very good already want to take care of my father's heritage house. Unfortunately, they haven't been given a baby since my cousin died during yesterday's covid outbreak.

Sociihhhh.....

I made the living room door.

"Assalamualaikum!", I said. Even though I knew no one would say hello to me.

I went straight into the dining room. Where there are pictures of my family when I was a kid. I approached the photo still attached to the dining room wall. I was between my father and mother. The photo was taken when I was ten years old.

But seven years after that, I left. Three months later, she married her father Esa. The fuss of their affair also sounded sanser. And I hate all of that! More painfully, my mother secretly borrowed the certificate of my land and rice fields, my father's legacy for the cost of running for his father Esa as a lurah. Why did I say borrow? Because the certificate has been returned.

I took a picture of my father who looked young. Dashing and handsome of course. But honey, as handsome as the father of the evidence my mother chose her father Esa even though she had just become a widow.

Yeah, I hate it! I hate infidelity! I hate everything else in the duakan!

I fell down at the dinner table. Given how many painful things I experience from time to time. Starting from the departure of the father, the affair and the marriage of my mother, not sanctioned by his mother Febri, and the worst thing right now I have to face the fact that Alby is married again. When I got married to Alby, I believed that she was the only person who could make me feel comfortable. And it'll never hurt me. But reality??? He makes me sick the most.

I'm gonna find out what syara I need to get Alby divorced. How will it be later! I'm tired like this!