I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

clue who Devano is unaware of

Still in the cemetery...

Devan touched the flower that was above his father's vortex. Still fresh, completely fresh in place. But more striking is the other tomb.

It is not far from the father's tomb, because it has the same flower on it.

Until now, he himself still does not know, actually whose tomb is it?

But what he remembered, his father always felt at home silent on the tomb. And always invite him to spend time there, every birthday.

# Flashback is on...

Devan pulled the father's coat slowly, making Mr. Hari look down.

"Flame, I'm bored... It's my birthday. Let's throw a party now." (Devan 8 years)

"The party will be held three days later, as usual. Now, let's just pray here."

Devan's lips are pursed.

"who's actually buried here, anyway?" Little Devano asked, innocently. While the father only smiled, and rubbed his head gently. Then he looked back at the tomb in front of him.

"He's the prettiest angel on this earth. After my grandmother" she answered.

"Beautiful angel? After grandma?" Confused, then pulled again his father's suit, making Mr. Harison turn his head. "That prettiest angel, Mamih. Not the one here."

Mr. Harison, be quiet for a moment. Sighs, then rubs his head again.

# flashback is off

And that answer he always gets over and over again. Even until Devan was confused himself.

"Karlina Andara." Devan read the name on the gravestone. "Wait?"

his gaze described, that he was realizing something, then touching the number below.

"Ta–'s date of death, same as my date of birth?"

Getting dizzy with it, Devan remembers one thing? She often dreamed of a beautiful woman who had her lap as a child, wearing a white dress with a circle of flowers on her head.

The woman always comes in her dreams, when she is in a state of sadness. And he really felt calm when the woman in his dream was present.

"Beautiful angel?? Who exactly are you?"

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A few weeks passed, the closer the wedding day became.

My mom never really talked about it. Since then, he has declared an intention to marry the girl.

He even has to take care of all his own needs. Without the mother's intervention.

The woman never issued a word of rejection or approval. But at least as a mother, shouldn't she have to speak to him with four eyes? As the son's heart.

The morning was calm...

The family was eating breakfast together. Madam Lili tipped her fork and knife on the plate. A sign that he has finished eating his food. Then looked at her three children, with lips smiling warmly.

"Kids, today Mamih and your father will travel to Sweden. About ten days, and continue to Lass Vegas for two weeks. You guys take good care of yourself, okay?"

Devan froze, stopping the movement of his knife that was cutting the sandwich on the plate.

He knows I'm getting married, right? Why even leave.

Devano still lowered his head. While Zaeni just kept quiet while smiling. Unlike Delia, the girl did not seem to like it.

"was?" Delia Protests.

"Mamih knows, right? I'm gonna have my graduation party soon, you know."

"Mamih know, isn't your celebration still one month away. Mamih must have gone home."

"But the promise of mamih that will make a festive party?"

"Definitely dear, I've prepared."

"Jeaaayy..." Delia was happy.

"Then what about my show. Who counts the days? Did Mama forget?" Devan interrupted. He was holding a fork and his knife was very strong. His emotions really wanted to break.

Liliana sighed.

"Darling, Mamih is so sorry. You should have your party without Mamih."

Sraaaaggg.

Devan arrived, then hit the table. Until there are several plates and glasses that fall and break due to the impact of both hands.

Delia who saw that was surprised not the bracket, as well as Zaeni. But in contrast to Lili who just looked at him expressionlessly.

"You are so unfair...!!! Kau–" Devan pointed at the mother's face with a knife in her hand.

Where Liliana just kept quiet. Sipping a drink in his glass then rubbing his lips casually, after which he looked at Devano again.

"Mamih, can't anymore. Anything to say, because you're now increasingly unwilling to appreciate Mamih." He said in his flat tone.

"Mamih thought, with your age increasing will make you mature. And now, you dare point that bread knife at Mamih?"

Devan fell silent, his hands trembling. He felt guilty about it, but he really could not stand all the injustice his mother had done so far. Making him subconsciously draw the knife towards the woman he knew was his own biological mother.

"Mamih is increasingly disappointed with your current attitude." The connection, which then makes Devan's hand go down, while further strengthening his grip.

"Ohhhhh...!" The irritated Devan immediately slammed the knife and grabbed the suit in the servant's hand, rude. Who had been holding it.

Get out of the dining room.

Liliana sighs. Both of his hands were tightly clenched.

*Child doesn't know in profit, it's still good I let you live and live here.

Wait until the gold stamp is found?

You're gonna kick me into the street, with your poor wife*.

Liliana moved, Secretary Erik was quick to put a suit on his shoulder. After that come out.

Just a few steps, the woman stopped her steps.

"Erik?"

"Yes, my wife?"

"I just realized one thing. Since when does the child love accessories?"

"You mean?" Erik was confused.

"The ring Devan wears. You seen her?" Liliana.

Erik paused for a moment, remembering. Then nod.

"Haven't you ever seen him wear that before? The gemstone that became the decoration is huge, and I don't seem familiar with such a gemstone? But where, huh?"

Secretary Erik remembers. He was no stranger to the gemstone.

"Ah... It's just later. We have to get on our way." Cut back Liliana who continued her journey.

Seriate...