I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

Trial day

Devan had just stopped his car. had been greeted with a warm smile, Ms. Asmia who was watching some dried flowers in front of her house.

He hurried to put down the scissors he was holding, then washed his hands and rushed over to Devano.

"Young master, you coming?"

"Yes, Mom. Can I come in?"

"of course. Please, Sir."

Devan walked first into the house that was already open.

And sit back on the couch. While Ms. Asmia said a little bit back, making drinks for guests who he greatly respected.

A few minutes later...

Ms. Asmia came out with a tray containing two empty cups, as well as a medium-sized teapot containing chamomile flower tea. Tea that gives off a soothing fragrance.

Ms. Asmia poured the tea carefully, then served it to Devan.

"Please sir."

"Thank you, Mom." Devan took the cup. Breathe in the fresh aroma of the tea. Then sip a little.

"Really I was happy, when Mister came to see me. If only Master had come with the young Miss, I would have been even more pleased."

Devan smiled, he put his cup back on the table.

"My wife is currently accompanying Delia somewhere. Yes ... mother can imagine what her current condition is like. Who needs friends every day. Maybe tomorrow I'll bring her here."

Asmia ma'am mangosteen, he poured the tea water for himself as well.

"Mother, stay alone? No one to help with homework?"

"There, Sir. They come in a week, three times. Anyway, I just live alone. Rarely at home. Therefore, the house does not need treatment every day. Just a little bit, and I can handle it myself."

Devano understood, this house looks neat. Like his house used to be his temporary residence as well. Because Ms. Asmia likes cleanliness.

"How is it, big lady?" Ask Ms. Asmia later. Return to break the silence.

"It's starting to improve. Zaeni is responsible for the complete care of Omah. Of his own volition. With the help of Dr. Ardina, a neurologist."

"Thank God then. Then, when does Lady Brianna get to go home?"

"Maybe about a week away. I want to maximize Omah's treatment. He must be completely healed." Devan answered optimistically, making Ms. Asmia smile.

"Mother As?" After being silent for a moment.

"Yes, Sir?"

"May I ask, about my real mother?"

Ms. Asmia was stunned, the mind wandered vaguely considering Karlina's friendly face first.

"I'm just curious. At least, can know the character even if only a little." Devan smiled wryly. Remember, he never knew his mother well. It feels, it's so evil. He even denounced and disliked being invited to the grave of a woman on each of his birth dates. It was the tomb of his own mother.

"His face was full of warmth. His smile was sweet and charming. He is the one who often shares an impromptu bonus with all of us workers. Hence, we were very sad when we found out, he was very sick all of a sudden."

Devan recalls the words of Liliana, who said she had poisoned him. It made him feel the pain in his heart.

Why could he do that to my biological mother? If indeed Mamih was very good as what was told Bu Asmia.

"Yes ..the height of our grief was up to the time he left. There is no more color in the house. Our lives are all monochrome. Let alone Mr. Harison who became more moody. We were the same, at that moment."

Devan began to understand why his father always shed tears over the woman's whirlpool. Indeed, her true love is not the woman who is at home. Who claimed to be his mother. Except for the one who buried his body.

"Are there any words, that Ms. Asmia had heard? Like his last words."

The slightly condensed eyes of Bu Asmia, while remembering the kindness for the good of Karlina. Can only return that gaze with sadness. Then shook slowly. Devan was a little disappointed, because there was not the slightest message he knew.

"However, that I remember. He once said: When his son was born. She wanted to be a good mother, and gave the impression that would make her son proud to have a mother like her."

Devan's eyes twitched. Withstanding the puddles that began to flood the corners of his eyes.

"And? Want anyway, if his son is a boy; can have a character like papihnya. Mr. Harison Atala. An authoritative man with a delicate and loving heart."

Devan wiped his tears quickly, and determined in his heart, to be what his late mother wanted him to be.

He will be a devoted grandson of his Woe, a loving husband, and a good brother to Zaeni and Delia.

***

The day of the trial arrived.

A public prosecutor read all the evidence and guidance to the two defendants.

Until the judge began to speak, read the verdict. That he gave the death penalty to Liliana and also Erik.

Like his heart was falling out. Zaeni widened her eyeballs. Can't hold back falling water droplets.

Although he has appealed several times. The judge's decision was completely unanimous.

Until the sound of a hammer knock was heard. Like hitting his chest hard.

Same with Delia. The one who cried sobbed, calling his father and mother.

There Erik's secretary only breathed a long breath. He was afraid and sad when he accepted his sentence. He looked to the side, Liliana next to him. The woman just stared straight ahead haughtily, even though her tears were dripping in both of her eyes. With a strong clenched hand.

After the trial ended, Devan approached the two of them. Standing in front of Liliana.

The woman immediately spat on Devano's face. Made Devan slightly turn his face away, in surprise.

"It's good of you, huh!!! Happy now? After bringing me into this situation. Is your fine avenged? ANSWER THE CHILD DOES NOT KNOW IN PROFIT!!!" Hardik Liliana's.

"I'm sorry Mamih" Devan said slowly.

"DON'T CALL ME MAMIH...!!! I'm not your mother." The woman laughed, for a moment. "I should have killed you right then and there. When where? A DAMN CHILD LIKE YOURSELF HAS JUST BEEN BORN....!!!"

Lili who continued to rampage, then dragged in by two female officers. To put him back on his lap.