
"Take your talk, Yoga!" snapped the papa.
"Why, Pa? It's true that Yoga says that Dance is Papa's mistress!" Yoga does not lose.
Plaque,
The young man managed to get a slap from Mr. Anton. The man does not accept Yoga calling his girl pe*lacur. Dance is not that kind of girl. She is also not a mistress, Dance is the sole owner of the man's heart.
Yoga laughed as he rubbed his heated cheek as a result of the papa's slap. Just this time Mr. Anton was being rude to her just because of a ... Ah, her hatred deepened as she uttered that nickname.
"Once again you call it that, Papa will rip your mouth off!" threaten the papa. His eyes stared fixedly at the child only wayangnya.
"Then what should Yoga call it, Pa? It's true, isn't it? She's that kind of girl. Papa said he wanted to get married but Papa instead made la*cur as a mistress."
"Enough, Yoga! Just so you know, the girl you call pe*lacur is your future mother. Papa's wife-to-be who you can't wait to see." explains Mr. Anton.
Yoga was again made dumbfounded. What truth is this? His eyes were round in disbelief. More precisely not wanting to believe. He can no longer. The pain in his heart became more and more. Suddenly his vision was twitching and the entire room became spinning before his eyes.
"Yoga!"
****
After the teacher, Tari still continues to bow while sobbing. It is still unexpected that Yoga loudly humiliated himself in front of the public.
Especially now, the spy seemed to swallow him alive. Yes, the students and students who were in one class with the girl immediately sneered and branded herself as a cheap girl. Dance can't take it anymore. He grabbed his bag and ran out of class. The girl continued to run past the disciples who were always loyal looking at her full of hatred and ji*jik. Sometimes he rubbed his tears that would not stop flowing. It hurts when our loved ones turn around to hate us. That's what Tari feels right now. Yoga is known as gentle man, even firmly calling himself pe*lacur.
The girl went somewhere. He stopped a taxi in front of the school towards the graves of his parents. Arriving at a public cemetery in the village where he used to live, Tari got off the taxi and walked into the cemetery.
"Hiks ... Hicks ...." The girl again cried in front of her father and mother's headstone.
"Mr, Mother, Dance misses you. Hicks,"
The dance that sat by bending her knees hid her face between her legs. Actually, he felt ashamed of both of his parents. He rarely comes to visit, once visiting only to complain about his life problems.
"Living in this world without you turns out to be terrible, sir, Mom. Dance is not strong anymore, the sense of Dance wants to catch up with you right now. Hicks ...." Occasionally the girl rubbed her eyes that had been swollen.
Indeed, there is no medicine other than the patience given by both our parents. Lucky for you who can still see the two heroes and feel the warmth of their affection until now. Love them and try to make them happy even if it's a simple thing. Do not regret it later in the day.
"Mr, Mother, dance back home first. Sorry Dance always comes just for the trouble. Calm down there, do not pity Tari despite complaining often. Dance promises will take good care of the sisters. Dancing home first, yeah." The girl spoke as if there were both her parents in front of her.
After saying goodbye, Tari immediately got up and left the cemetery area. He walked towards the base of the motorcycle and hired an ojek service to return to his new home.
****
"How's he doing, Doc?" ask Mr. Anton to a doctor who has just finished examining Yoga.
"Sir Yoga is fine. He just fainted from shock. His brain was not getting enough blood and oxygen because his heartbeat slowed down and the blood vessels in his legs widened. That's what makes Nak Yoga's blood pressure drop suddenly and eventually lose consciousness." explained the doctor as he removed the stethoscope from his ear.
"But why isn't he conscious yet, Doc?" The man was worried.
"That's because his blood circulation isn't normal. If it goes well again, Nak Yoga will wake up by itself."
"Sir, just calm down. Yoga is okay." The doctor knew the man's concerns.
Mr. Anton sighed softly. He was afraid that something would happen to the child.
"Yes, then I say goodbye, sir. Later if you need something please press the button there." said the doctor while showing a button to call the nurse.
Mr. Anton nodded. "Good, Doc. Thanks."
After leaving the doctor from the room where Yoga was treated, Mr. Anton pulled a chair and sat down next to the gurney where Yoga lay. He looked at the pale-looking face of Yoga. The yoga that lay weakly helpless on the bed made Mr. Anton sad. His notoriously strong son was now lying unconscious. You just Yoga does not follow his anger, maybe it will not happen like this. The man also regretted his actions on Yoga. He regretted having hurt Yoga with his hands.
How outrageous is he to make Yoga like this? He just wants to build a whole family for Yoga and live happily together. Is that a mistake? Is Yoga's love for the girl as great as her love until Yoga doesn't accept that Dance is a mother-to-be? Definitely not.
No. gabe. A dozen years he was alone, now he has found a patch of heart that deserves to be called a place to go home. Mr. Anton is a normal man. He needed someone to fill the void. The man did not want to lose the woman he loved anymore. She will strive to maintain Dance and Yoga. Two very important people in his life.
Mr. Anton clutches Yoga's limp hands. Should he give up?