Love Alone

95. Home Village 2

Gita booked a plane ticket to Kualanamu, as soon as she got a holiday permit for a week. Actually he was very curious about the wishes of his family who asked him to come home as soon as possible. Gita also brought her laptop to complete the thesis work that had to be revised.

The day that Chandra and his wife were waiting for arrived. Mr. Chandra deliberately picked up his own son at Kualanamu airport.

"Father!" gita shouted as she exited the arrival door to see her father standing not far from the door.

Gita walked quickly to her father. Gita only carries a backpack on her back.

"Papa's son!" said Mr. Chandra while hugging his only daughter.

"Who's the same?" tanya Gita dizzy looking for the whereabouts of people home. There were no mothers or grandmothers around.

"Who's looking, son?" asked Mr. Chandra astonished, since then his son was like looking for someone.

"Where's your mom, Pa?" tanya Gita finally asked because she did not find their whereabouts.

"Father himself! Mama is waiting at home. Come on!" sahut pak Chandra while walking towards the place where the car is parked, followed by the Gita behind him.

Meanwhile, Brandon and his mom had just taken off from Surabaya. He was in his hometown to meet his mother, to ask for her blessing.

Brandon told his mom everything. Got a slap on the cheek after I finished telling the story. Ms. Maria Muller was angry when she heard that her son had taken away the Gita's honor.

Miss Maria insisted on going to Gita's parents' house. He wants his son to take responsibility for what he has done. As a woman, Mary could feel how devastated the Gita was. Especially until now Gita is still at home.

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"Now you two tell me honestly, nothing is covered!" pinta pak Chandra on Gita and Brandon.

They are now gathered in the living room of Mr. Chandra's house. Brandon came as promised. So Mr. Chandra can easily extract information from Gita and Brandon.

Gita and Brandon exchanged glances, as if asking each other who would tell the story. Finally Brandon dared himself to tell a story. Whatever response the Gita family will receive.

Finally Brandon told everything from the beginning of their closeness to the incident that night.

Not only his right cheek, Brandon's stomach was not spared from the tantrums Mr. Chandra. Mr. Chandra rages like a madman*tanan.

"Enough, Pa! Just stop! Later Papa can kill him," cried Gita while protecting Brandon's body with his body. Miss Maria also helped protect the child just like that.

While the ompung Norma and mama Hotma hold the hand and body of Mr. Chandra. Dada pak Chandra kembis because tired of beating Brandon.

"Huk.. huk..." Brandon coughed as he endured the pain all over his body.

"I'm sorry! Please forgive my son. I know my son is guilty, he deserves it all..." With sobbing Maria maam prostrated at the feet of Mr. Chandra apologizing for his son.

Mr. Chandra's emotions have not subsided, visible from his reddened face and his hunting breath.

"I beg you, forgive my son. Let him take responsibility for his actions," Mary's mother still sobbed.

Hotma took her hand off her husband's arm. He then asked Mary to stand up and help him sit near Brandon.

Gita deftly took the medicine box and began to treat the wound on Brandon's face.

As Gita was concentrating on cleaning the wound in the corner of Brandon's lips, Mr. Chandra suddenly pulled him.

"Not to treat! Just let him die, you sissy! Where has he been all this time? It's been almost five years, but why keep quiet as if nothing happened. Wanna put where my face is. Huuhhhhh!" said Mr. Chandra emotion.

"Gita only treats his wounds, Pa! Let's not get infected later,"

"He's made you like this, you're still defending him, huh? Do you still love her, Gita?" cerca mr Chandra.

Gita was silent and did not dare to answer the father's question.

While mama Hotma and Oompung Norma just listen to the debate.

"Gita Jawab! Do you still love this man who has no guts?" chandra shouted after waiting for a while and did not answer.

Gita lowered her head even deeper, not daring to raise her face. His hands were clinging to each other and they mas because of his fear.