Idol Man, Never Leave a Trace with Hurt A Woman's Heart

Episode 235's. The Fate of Rakasiwi and Prita Relationships

Rakasiwi locked herself in her room. Since his return from Yogya he looks unhappy. The news he read in the media about Prita hurt his heart. He hopes Prita goes after him to explain that it is a lie as he says. But Prita just silenced it. Let's float. When he came home from Yogya, he waited for the girl. Again there is nothing and does not see the nose of Prita. Rakasiwi was agitated and confused at the fate of her relationship.

He then went to Prita's house and was surprised to find out that Risa's mother was in the hospital. Rakasiwi then smiled, it could be the residence of Prita because he was busy taking care of Risa's mother.  Neighbors said Mama Risa had been in and treated twice. Only Prita takes care of her and waits for her in the hospital. Rakasiwi can understand that's why Prita is silent. He blames himself so selfishly accusing the girl. Rakasiwi felt a terrible wrong. He goes to the hospital to see Prita and accompany her.

But he was hurt even more badly when he saw the familiarity and intimacy that he never even got from Prita. Prita was surprised to see it. It was undeniable that he saw happy eyes when he saw them coming. Prita would scatter into her arms but her body was held back by the men nearby. He tried to hold back the jealousy and anger in him. They are like strangers. Even Prita didn't congratulate him.

"You didn't introduce your fiance to him?"

Remembering again the man said that he was his fiancee. It felt like Rakasiwi wanted to float her raw bogem onto the man's face. All those problems are with Prita. The girl should have come to him and explained. He waited for Prita, but until two days passed there was no incoming call. Not even a message.

What's wrong? Rakasiwi ruffled her hair, why when the time came for them to be close together in one city instead of separation occurred?

"Sir Raka!"

Cindy's voice in front of the room.

"What?"

"Oh, brother is alive right? thank goodness I am called the father of mother."

Cindy left after carrying out the task given by her mother.

Rakasiwi came out of her room, she went to the family room in the middle. Her father, mother and sisters were gathering after the activity.

"Dad, mother."

Rakasiwi shook her body on the sofa, father and mother looked at her with concerned eyes.

"Have you seen Prita?"

Mardo questioned his son, and approached and sat down next to him, hugging Rakasiwi's shoulder.

"It's bun, but there's a guy who thinks he's Prita's fiancee."

"Geez! did you guys fight?"

Mardo raised his eyes, fully staring at his son's slightly adorned face some pimples. Rakasiwi rubbed her hair, her face pouting.

"A little bun, I'm upset bun, immediately cut off the relationship."

"Ja-so you guys broke up?"

Rakasiwi misah-misuh, looks deep regret from the look of his face.

"I gave him time, but he didn't use it Bun, never mind! I leave it all to the one above Bun. If it's not going anywhere, isn't it Bun?"

Rakasiwi sipped chocolate milk on the table. His face became cheerful.

"That's so dong. Like you did before.  Give all to Allah Who gives man soul, fortune, and death. Turns out your mother was father's match and was reunited."

"So you broke up with mom?"

Tria hugged her father's neck. Apparently he was listening to the conversation.

"Don't break up again, your mother disappeared for almost eight years, I knew your mother when she was in second grade. At that time opa was on duty in the Exotic city. On the eve of third grade graduation, my mother returned to Jakarta and I didn't get her address."

"Where's Dad again?"

"Do you know or want to know?"

Tria smiled still spoiled with her father. Dode who answers.

"Ask mom noh."

"Ich, cheeks are starting to come."

Mardo tilted his lips to make the atmosphere of the family room warmer.

"Well, you just met."

"The cheeks forgot the tuh, so after years of separation mother and friends went to a place to drink and eat. Turns out that place belonged to your father, and while checking out the cctv I saw there was a mother and friends, so I started looking."

"And finally met?"

Dode hugged Mardo's neck, staring at his soft, shady face.

"Yes, meet and keep getting married, and then we're all born."

Cindy appeared out of nowhere. He brought food and chewed it. Tria removed her neck and approached her older sister whose body was as big as her brother. Until people think that brother is Tria, while sister Cindy.

Initially Tria will ask for Cindy's food, but apparently from behind brought it for all of them. Mba Wiwin has divided the cooking food into a bowl. Today he cooks steamboat kuah tomyum. Delicious, fresh, hot to enjoy with the family.

Their conversation stalled, each taking a bowl filled with gravy with a mixture of side dishes and vegetables. Can be enjoyed with rice or just like that. Enjoy the cooking gene that comes from China. Mba Wiwin is learning to make it. And succeed. This was the third time he had made the food.

"Enak mba, steady taste."

"Yes ma'am, the spice is fitting yes, he he he I keep trying, just good taste."

The family also enjoyed the food before dusk. They forget for a moment the problems of Rakasiwi and Prita. What else had they all heard the Rakasiwi surrender to his Lord. If indeed matchmaking Prita will return to him. All agree with Rakasiwi's mind.

Selamput Raka offers her son to continue his school. It can choose any of the countries it has ever been to.

"You may choose, you may choose at Ausy where you used to be, or at Giessen, you may choose."

"Ok, thank you Dad."

"Dad, I'm going abroad too."

Cindy had the opportunity to express her wishes.

"May, just finish your college first, son."

"I'm going to finish college soon, Dad, and pick up the art I dreamed of."

Raka and Mardo looked at each other, they were proud to have such a vibrant and clever daughter. Every child has their own talents and dreams. Unlike her brother Cindy who diligently studied, her sister Tria has her own attitude. He likes nice clothes with unique models. Tria kept her dream if one day after finishing her high school she wanted to go straight to Paris to study fashion. He never expressed his desire, but implied from his pleasure to make clothes for dolls. When he graduated later he told his mother and father that he wanted to go to the country known as the fashion center of the world. Tria was sure he would reach his goal.

　

　

　

　

　

　

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