Look at Me, My Husband
S2 Mother of my son 36
Naina returns to the room, after making sure Dennis spends his dinner. He saw for himself how bad the man was when he was left by Mbok Sumi. That's what he feels right now. The sadness was not just Dennis's, he felt the same sadness.
He was once angry, once hated, never disappointed, but Vienna and Wira taught him to make peace. And the death of Mbok Sumi made him more aware, there is no point in fostering a grudge that will make him regret someday.
No matter how bad Mbok Sumi's past was, he learned to be sincere in forgiving. As cruel as anything that Mbok Sumi has done in his life, these three years Mbok Sumi has paid him with love and sincere affection for him and Vienna.
Her net was staring at the wall clock hanging in the room, the time was 21:10 p.m. The night air in Bandung felt cold piercing the skin, Naina chose to hide behind a warm blanket. Sending prayers for the departure of Mbok Sumi who is already considered his own mother.
The yellow light of the room light further made his eyes heat up, the crystal circles fell down again. A busy day, while alone his memory was fixed on Vienna. His longing piled on the little princess who was now sick in Jakarta. With the heart he left it to Wira to take Mbok Sumi to his final rest.
Grabbing the phone from the top of the nightstand, Naina rubbed the square flat screen and tried to contact Wira.
“Mas, Vienna how?” naina asked as the connecting tone changed with the masculine voice of Wira.
“Good. Vienna is asleep, Nai.”
“What's Vienna been bothering you all day, Mas?” naina asked again, tucking the white phone between her ear and the pillow. He chose to lie down sideways while hearing the soft voice of Wira.
“No. My mom accompanied me at the hospital. I asked Rima to go back to the contract. That girl must have felt uncomfortable sharing a room with me. So I decided to ask Mama to accompany me,” explained Wira.
“Oh ... what Vienna looking for me, Mas?” ask Naina again. A trace of guilt rained down on his heart, but he could not ignore Mbok Sumi just like that.
“Today ... was looking for you, but he's getting used to me now. I've called my dad every time I need something. There is wisdom also behind the pain of Vienna.” The hero chuckles slowly. A happiness that could not be expressed in words as her little daughter called out her name spoiled.
“Thank God, Mas. I'm glad to hear it.” A smile was etched on Naina's face.
“Thank you for giving me a chance to look after Vienna. You don't have to worry, Nai. Vienna must be fine.” Calming hero.
“Ya, Mas.”
“How about Mbok Sumi's funeral? Is everything all right?” ask Wira.
There's no answer. Naina bites her lips when Wira mentions the name of an old woman who has gone from her life in a tragic way. He tried to resist the regret that was clinging to his chest.
“It's done, Mas.”
“Want to cry? I'm ready to hear it,” bargain Wira. He seemed to understand what his interlocutor felt at the end of the call.
Hearing the last sentence of Wira, Naina's cry broke. The young mother sobbed shedding her stifled feelings.
“I'm sorry, Mas. I should have let Mbok Sumi meet Vienna in the last seconds of her age. If I knew it would be like this, I chose to forgive him a long time ago. I'm sorry, Mas.”
“Nai, everything will be fine. Mbok Sumi also understands your objections.”
“Ya .. all this time Mbok Sumi took care of me, Mas. Keeping Vienna for me. He took care of both of us. When I struggled to give birth to Vienna, Mbok Sumi faithfully accompanied me. He who took care of Vienna since he was a red baby, taught Vienna many things. I forgot everything, I forgot all his services and chose not to forgive him. I'm sorry, Mas,” isak Naina.
“Already, don't cry anymore,” entertain Hero.
“Mas .. know ... Mbok Sumi was about to meet Vienna, bringing her favorite Viennese food. She left before she even got to see her granddaughter.”
“Have, don't cry anymore. When are you back?” ask the hero, divert the conversation.
“Alright, I'm waiting for you, Nai.”
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At 10:00 a.m., the car Dennis was driving out of the toll and headed to the hospital where Vienna was being treated. Naina who is more silent, still can not fix her feelings. The regret was still clearly visible from her beautiful eyes.
Stepping in tandem towards the Vienna treatment room, the faces of the two were still harboring sadness. Dennis pushed the white-painted panel door slowly, then stepped into the room.
Vienna, the little girl is being fed to the hero. Shouting hysterically when he found Dennis who came to see him. Both of his hands extended forward, reaching for the handsome man to ask to be carried.
“Daddy ... Daddy ...” choked Vienna, ignoring the struggling Virgins bribing him spent a missed breakfast a few hours.
“Daddy ... Daddy ...” Vienna wrestled spoiled around Dennis' neck, ignoring the hand of the Hero hanging with a spoon in hand, even ignoring his bunda.
If at this time Vienna is happy about his meeting with Dennis, in the corner of the room looks middle-aged woman who sits frozen. His eyes glazed over at Dennis. His consciousness was almost lost when he recognized who had just entered the room and met his granddaughter.
“Sorry, Daddy just visited Vienna.” Dennis makes a sound while giving kisses on both cheeks of the Vienna puffer.
“Dad ...” The tiny hand of Vienna pointed towards the Hero as if introducing his father to Dennis.
“Yes, the ... Father.” Dennis smiles. Again sprinkling kisses at the head of Vienna.
Mama Wira was still staring without blinking. His body was shaking violently. He did not expect at all, the son he had been looking for all this time suddenly appeared before him. Walking closer, Mama Wira unconsciously stood near Dennis.
“Dennis ... This is Dennis, right? My son Dennis?” ask Mama Wira.
He had waited a long time for this moment to arrive. He awaits the moment of reunion with the eldest son he left behind. Three years, he lived in regret. Keeping all the burdens while praying to be reunited with his son. There were words he had not spoken at their last meeting.
“Dennis?” sweep again. His thin hands seemed to shake, touching the shoulders of Dennis who was still carrying Vienna.
Dennis was still frozen, his gaze blank. So too does his mind drift, not in place. The sudden meeting with the mother, made Dennis unable to prepare the heart.
“Dennis.” Mama Wira said hello.
“Ya ...” said Dennis after a long silence. He was trying to throw away the rest of his heartache and grudges. It was not easy to forgive her mother, but this three-year journey of life made her learn a lot.
Mama Wira's cry broke when she heard Dennis' short answer. The woman with the chocolate canal dared to embrace her eldest son.
“Dennis, forgive Mama. Please forgive all your mistakes and sins Mama,” he said. Moist tears, falling scattered wet cheeks that begin to wrinkle inedible age.
“Dennis, please forgive Mama.” Mama Wira tightened her arms.
A heavy sigh was heard, before Dennis finally replied, “ya.”
Short, clear and sounds stiff. There's no taste in it. Only Dennis seemed to close his eyes that were beginning to get wet with tears. It is not easy to forgive your mother. It took a struggle to accept back a woman who had the status of her mother, but could throw it away. Even when he doesn't understand anything.
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