I'm Not the First

Chapters. 7

"Sister don't forget Asmirandah well, if you get to the City to call me well," he asked Asmirah was getting louder and hugged his sister's waist.

Azizah's mother was also sad, because Asti's lifetime for the first time he left his Grandmother. Even if Asti never left Grandma as well as his Grandmother if traveling to other areas would bring her and her grandchildren.

"Look Deck, so we get to Kota not too late at night," Ma'am Azizah persuaded wiping her tears and then pulled the hand of her cousin's sister.

Choosing to leave his grandmother and cousin sister he was forced to do. With a heavy heart, Asti was forced to leave Grandma and her hometown that had raised up to the age of almost 20 years.

Farewell must always leave wounds and sadness, but that is the way life must be lived by them. Bu Hilda did not want to show her sadness right before the eyes of her grandchildren.

"I'm very sad and feel like I'm losing you, son, but for your future I'm willing to let go of you, besides we are only foster relatives and families and just connect while your Papa and Mama are in Jakarta, your late father has entrusted you to my son to care for and take care of you to adulthood, but we have no right to hold you back from achieving your goals, son" murmured Bu Hilda.

"I'm sorry Asti, Grandma! I have to leave from her side grandma, I've been weighing on her life too long grandmother," her inner Asti.

The car slowly left his hometown Asti and Azizah who left for Jakarta. They leave at 5pm in the morning and chances are they will be until 4am if there are no obstacles in the way.

Astia's tears were still wetting her cheeks and her gaze was still fixed on her home where her Grandmother stood and was still pecking in place. After the car was boarded by Asti was felt to have moved away, slowly but surely Grandma Hilda's tears had flowed soaked her cheeks that had looked wrinkled at the age of six that had entered the head.

"Grandmother, dear and proud of you, son, may you meet your biological parents" said Bu Hilda, who continued to look at the departure of her favorite granddaughter.

The journey taken by them is quite smooth and safely controlled until finally the car has entered into the outskirts of Jakarta. But, on the road suddenly the tires of his car deflated so that their trip was interrupted and choked.

While in a room that is large enough, with European-style interior design that a man and his mother argue and they are both already mutually emotional.

"Mama!! how else Bayu told Mama that I'm not going to marry anyone again," he shouted with a tone of voice that was quite high because of his emotions and this during his life the first time he snapped at his mother who had been meritorious to give birth and raise all this time.

"Barata Yudha Frans Adityaswara!! don't you want to look at your three children who have a Mama who can give them affection and attention and who is ready to take care of them at any time," obviously, while sitting in the living room chair of the large house by trying to contain his anger so as not to be provoked by the behavior of his son.

Yudha looked coldly at her mother because she was tired of hearing that. It was not her first thing Sari's mother Natasha Frans Adityaswara seduced and persuaded her only son to immediately end the status of her widow whom she had held four years ago.

His wife Yudha asked for a divorce after successfully giving birth to her first twin children to this world. From then on, slowly his heart had already frozen and tightly shut and did not want to open his heart back with any woman.

Yudha had decided not to remarry, except for her children who asked her to remarry a second time. When he began to open the door of his heart to Afifah at that time Afifah also chose to end it all. Afifah because he does not want to continue to live restrained and imprisoned in a relationship of marital status because on the basis of forced.

Indeed their marriage history was originally due to matchmaking so they never had any likes and love until their marriage broke up and ended up at the green table. The marriage, which only lasted nearly two years and the age of three twins, Farah, Farhat and Fatir, was five years old.

"I must how else, O Allah. I am already saturated and bored with the desire of Mama who constantly forces me to get married," Yudha's mind.

Ibu Sari had tried her hardest to introduce and match her son with girls ranging from his best friend's son to the daughter of his business relationship, but did not succeed even once.

Even Mami Sari had planned a date with some women for Yudha, but always again and again reaped failure and ended in sad tears and there were also angry after they dated Juanda the cool widower of three children.

Yudha rubbed her hair in a huff, "Alright then, I will marry whoever enters through that door in a matter of 5 minutes from now, to make Mama satisfied and stop telling me to get married again!" It was Yudha who occasionally breathed her last.

"Deal!! Who's afraid!!" Yudha said, who was not at all afraid of his second covenant, which would bind Yudha for the rest of his life.

About four minutes the door was open when Yudha had started smiling because up to almost 5 minutes no one entered.

"Thank God, no woman, woman, girl, sissy, bastard walked in here" murmured Yudha who had smiled triumphantly.

But, the two-leafed door and two meters high it opened wide and entered a woman who smiled wily because she thought it was wrong to enter.

Yudha stared in disbelief and astonishment at the man who managed to enter her house counted to four minutes.

"Why did he come in again! Damn me!!" It was Yudha who rubbed her face violently.

Ms. Sari smiled triumphantly as her wish would soon be fulfilled and come true.

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