
"Alya, I want to talk to you about your father's business going to Bandung, your father came to his parents Dr. Prabu but there was no reaction. Do you know now that Dr. Prabu is preparing for her wedding?"
"Alya doesn't know."
"At least what do you think?"
"Alya has no opinion."
"Did you have no desire or hope? how are you this? I'm surprised, you don't care about your own problems"
"Whatever Alya wants must be wrong, Alya has made a mistake, so there is no right to have any hope anymore, whatever you want Alya to follow, whatever it is up to!"
Sofyan Wijaya's mother looked at her daughter's face.
"I don't want anything Mom, it's up to Mom and Dad what to do for Alya, but the one that Alya wants to keep this content Alya promises will take care of her husband or without a husband."
"Well that's your promise to keep the womb, meaning you have to follow what you suggest. Infants and pregnant women should be routinely controlled and checked as well as vitamin intake and nutrition do not forget."
"For the others, Alya doesn't care."
"Not so Alya, talk to Mom, maybe there are ideas and paths that are unthinkable with your parents."
"God doesn't want to hope for anything Mom, because any hope that otherwise it will end in disappointment, let everything go as it is."
"Yes aampuuuun Alya, how do you seem not to care about yourself, as well as the prospective child who is in the womb. Mother is not forcing you to follow the wishes of the same Mother Father, at least you think also what we should do we are just a small family of three Father Mothers with you."
"Alya hates everything!"
"Alya, how do you say that?"
"Alya doesn't want to think about anything."
"Alya! we are living in a social environment, at least everything will be known to everyone, please take care of the good name of your Mother especially your Father as a regional official what will they run?"
Alya quiet.
"Truly I can't imagine what the people around us are talking about, your status, your pregnancy are all going to stick in their lips and memories."
Alya did not answer what his mother said, after breakfast left the dining table and went back into his room to close the door.
His mother was surprised to realize what he had said just now, at least Sofyan Wijaya issued what had been her uncles all along.
It should not be so rude to be so rude to his son Alya want what and what it's like.
Alya was like angry at himself, out of the room probably without taking a shower and his alakadar passed his mother who was still cleaning the dining table.
Stunned to see Alya like anger, it passed by her and left without saying goodbye.
Sofyan Wijaya's mother chased him to the door, Alya had entered her car and started to start her car.
"Alya, Al wait, where are you going? listen to Mom first"
Alya did not bother him to continue to run his car as if he did not care anymore about the cry of his mother, who called and spoke from outside the glass of his car.
"Alya I'm sorry, if I misspoke, please understand the current situation is complicated. If you're angry like that, we'll find it harder to find a way out of our problems."
Alya runs his car, his mother runs small while calling his name, but Alya is already angry and cranky just keep pressing his gas pedal and passed.
The car disappeared from view, far blocked by trees and buildings.
Sofyan Wijaya's mother sighed breathlessly back into her house stunned sitting on the sofa of the family room.
All things are wrong and dilemma, on the one hand Sofyan Wijaya mother wants to include understanding to her child, wants to understand if the pregnancy needs to be checked, the pregnancy needs a responsible person, and the pregnancy needs a responsible person, having children in the womb there must be a husband who will be responsible, but Alya like already covered himself to speak well also from heart to heart."
Desperate in solitude Sofyan Wijaya's mother cries calling to her husband complaining about what has happened.
"Yes hello sir, Alya go sir."
"Most to his workplace controls his business ma'am. Why is Alya flirting again?"
"It looks so sir."
"Win what you've said, so you always look forward to Mother carefully in talking. Alya it's in a bad time at least don't be too cornered with his mistakes."
"Mom just asked her for control and talked a little bit about maybe having an idea for the problem."
"Bapak is also worried about the development of his psychology is afraid he recklessly took the wrong step so Mom tried to talk to him it was more careful to seduce him to open, so he was open, talk he understands to make him soft."
"Yes, I'm wrong, I think you're talking with emotions and feelings. I'm not done talking Alya crashing into the room and out again carrying a bag into her car and leaving not a word said to Mom."
"Yes, let me call later he wants to order a cake for a meeting, ask him to deliver to the office."
"Yes, try to phone him."
"If you don't tell Mom to go see him, let Mr. Udin you later tell him to go home with a car so he can take Mom there."
"Yes sir."
The telephone connection was cut off, Sofyan Wijaya's mother was still pensively sitting in her place, what she should have done was all a dead end, trying to establish communication with Alya not as smooth as she expected.
Hoping Alya gives an idea as enlightenment is also impossible, good talk even misunderstand and lead to sulking. Expecting a way out of her husband in the present time there is nothing to expect, instead her husband tends to be slow to make a decision in the eyes of Mother Sofyan Wijaya.
What is thought of one of her children's friends, Desty, maybe she can be invited to cooperate and can soften Alya's heart at least can invite Alya can check her pregnancy, so as not to be a concern for her.
Sofyan Wijaya's mother grabbed her phone and weighed what she should say to Desty.
Confused also have to start talking from where, always Desty who is the place to ask for help, ask for opinions and ask for help.
Sometimes pity is also the same Desty, always himself the center of interrogation every there is a problem about Alya, as well as when the problem is now menggelitnya.
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