JODOHKU MR. DUDA

Ben Elard, his name

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Nisa did not realize across the rented road, there were several pairs of eyes that had been watching her, lifting the clothesline that was dry.

Sometimes the woman had a little trouble, taking clothes off the high rope. While in a car, those who observed the movements of women with enlarged stomachs, fell silent, drifting in each other's minds.

Only occasionally was the sound of Santika's sobbing, which could not stem his joy and his thirst, seeing Nisa's condition.

"We wait until he enters the house, so as not to attract the attention of other residents," said Naresh trying as calmly as possible.

Cakrawangsa, papa Naresh just nodded, I don't know what he was thinking.

"Come there, Nisa has entered the house," Santika pinta while installing her wide sunglasses.

"Be careful Ma, pay attention to the passing vehicle" Cakra said.

"Father and Mama first, I want to park the car for a while. Nisa's room is number eight" Naresh said.

There were some residents who happened to be outside, staring at the full search, the couple who were heading to room number eight.

Geek, tok!!

Before long, the door opened. How shocked Nisa was when she saw the old man who was missed, was in front of her now. Santika immediately rushed to hug her son, who was still dumbfounded.

No sooner did Naresh appear, then two different-generation men went inside, following Santika.

"Sorry Ma, Pa, Bang." It was the only thing that came out of Nisa's mouth. His head lowered indicating shame and guilt towards his family.

"That's it, we've all been sincere. We no longer need to talk. Now focus on you and the child in your womb only" Santika said. His eyes glazed over as he said that.

"We go home first, while waiting for Naresh's wedding to finish. After that ... we move in the village only," explained Cakra who from earlier was just silent.

All in the room were astonished to hear the words of the head of the household.

"Why all of a sudden, Pa? So the store you want to open?" naresh asked confused.

"If your wife wants to manage it, papa wouldn't mind. Than he's tired of waiting for you to come home from work."

"I don't know, Pa. We've never discussed this before."

"Yes if no one wants to take care of it, it's forced to be transferred to Papa's friend."

"Sold, meaning?" This time Santika opened her voice.

"Yes, we are old. It's time to enjoy retirement, accompanied by grandchildren" Cakra said as she stared at Nisa.

Santika smiled, hearing her husband's words. Although impressed indifferent, but the plan that was spoken quite wise according to him.

Spending old age in the hometown while avoiding the neighborhood shake. Although there is no guarantee, that in the village will be free from gossip.

Another case with Nisa, the heart of the woman moved to see how much parental love for her. [Is it worth me to act like I am now?] nisa's murmuring in the heart. Regret comes too late.

Seeing the greatness of her family, the woman voluntarily followed all the plans set by them. After saying goodbye to neighbors and rented owners they also left the city of Bandung.

"Is your skin dull, Nis?" santika asked, breaking the silence in the car.

"The name is also a guide, Ma, yes you have to be willing to heat up with the travelers," replied Nisa.

"Go home, we'll be together. Let it be at your brother's wedding, I'll catch it again."

He only nodded his head with a faint smile on his lips.

Santika stole a glance at the woman, there was a letter of pity on her old face.

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It is true that we cannot force people to like us, even if we have done our best.

Like now, in my own village. Neighbor whispers are still buzzing. However, I choose to care for the ears so as not to add to the inner pressure.

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The birth of the child I had, was only counting the days. Various birth preparations have been prepared, of course with the help of my mother.

Bang Naresh was not behind busy, although now we are different cities. He and his wife, Nindi, would take their time home every weekend. Lucky my brother, got a sholeha wife.

Papa's shop has been sold, as a result he bought several hectares of land.

Gardening, the activities he is doing at this time. Pear fruit plants, star fruit star fruit, california papaya and also chives are commodities that he developed, in the purchased soil.

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The day of my birth. Mama and papa have been restless since at home, while bang Naresh did not stop calling, even on the way. Whether innate hormones or what, suddenly there is a longing for God, when seeing other patients accompanied by their respective partners.

[Constrate!! Cry for your child! Not because of him, ] I cried in my heart.

For almost two hours, I was in the delivery room. With the process of normal birth, finally a healthy and normal boy was born into the world. Gone were all the grief and sorrow when he saw his innocent face.

Papa took over the job of putting my son on trial. The net seemed to glitter while doing that, not knowing whether the haru or happy taste was there.

Love to welcome a new member of our family, very felt. Papa, mama and bang Naresh held a massive akikah event for my son. I'll name him Ben Elard. A brave child, that is.

I am grateful, even though El was born without a father. However, the abundance of affection he got from us as a family.

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"Ma, I want to work again" I said when El was six months old.

Mama took a deep breath, "why Nduk, why did you suddenly say that," she asked. El appears calm in the lap of the princess.

"Now I have a dependant, ma'am. Nisa wants to send El to school, all the way up."

I paused my sentence.

"Nisa no longer wants to bother papa and mama, who already want to accept Nisa and El."

Mom bergeming ....

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Does Nisa's wish get the blessing of her parents?

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