Love Stories Overseas

Chapter 44

Dila drove off without knowing the direction, who knew she wanted to go as far as possible and find a quiet and quiet place so that her sanity could return to normal.

At that time the traffic light was on red, Dila was stopped at a crossroad that was already quite crowded with vehicles.

Look at the crowd around him. So many people stopped there, but no one knew him. Dila felt like she was a kara, even she had no friends at all in this crowded place. There was no place for him to complain. Tears that have been trying to stop Dila, re-escape wet his cheeks that still feel sticky due to tears that came out when in the office of Indra earlier.

Dila restarts his bike and turns his bike to the left when the traffic light at the intersection turns green. Dila continued to drive his motorbike, down the crowded streets of Jakarta, until he reached an entrance to the beach.

" Maybe the coolness of the beach breeze and the sound of the waves can cause a sense of calm and peace that I am in need" Dila reappeared his motorbike to enter the beach area in North Jakarta.

After parking his motorbike Dila walked down the beach sand that stretched wide.

The cool beach air and the sound of waves make the mood of Dila who is turbid for the better.

There were several incoming calls on his phone, including from Indra and Ari, Dila who needed peace of mind decided to turn off his phone temporarily.

Dila continued to walk along the clean and well-maintained beach, Dila deliberately took off the sandals she was wearing and strung her so as not to get wet, sometimes the waves hit her feet which are now barefoot.

The footprints that Dila left at each step of her feet were instantly erased by the crashing waves. As Dila also hoped, the bad and sad memories that had occurred in his life would be erased like footprints on the beach sand that were quickly erased by the waves.

" Alone neng?", Dila looked at a middle-aged mother of a beverage merchant and an assortment of traveling snacks.

" Yes ma'am, alone", replied Dila briefly.

" This is for the beautiful neng", the mothers handed a bottle of mineral drinks that there is sweetness to Dila, "do not dissolve in the sadness of neng, do not want to be young, beautiful face, still healthy, if there is a problem, face it bravely. Do not continue to grieve, fearing that there are demons passing by, danger, again on the seafront, not long ago there was a girl who wanted to jump into the sea to drown because of a breakup, amit - amit deh neng".

Dila smiled, received the mineral water given by the mothers and gave ten thousand dollars, but the mothers refused the money that Dila gave.

" Already, it's free for beautiful neng, the important thing is not to jump into the water yes, where the waves are big again, remember the parents at home who always love Aneng, Eneng, young boy breaks up with girlfriend mah ordinary ".

Dila just smiled with the pretentious peddler's mother. " This is accepted, Mom, it's a sales mother, definitely for the love of eating children at home right?, later if given free to me, mother can lose dong".

" I'm not heartbroken anymore Mom, I'm just a little bit of a problem, but I don't have anyone here". Dila even became venting.

" The same story of Neng's mother, the mother will no longer have work, besides visitors to the beach is quiet, working hours and school are not as crowded as if the weekend. Isn't it work?".

Dila looked at the mothers, did she have to tell someone so that the burden on her heart was slightly reduced?, but Dila did not know who the mothers were. Or maybe it's better, if the one who is considered is a stranger, maybe they will not meet again in the future.

" Kok even bengong neng, sok story oruh.", Sundanese dialect the mothers came out, it seems he came from the Bandung area and surrounding areas.

" I have a 4-year-old boy".

Dila could see the expressions of the mothers who looked shocked, maybe the mother thought that Dila was still a girl and was still in school or college.

" You are M.B.A (married by accident)?", asked the mother while glaring.

" No, I'm married to a one-child widower, I just got married three days ago Mom. But....". Dila's speech stopped, Dila was still not sure of the story or not to the foreign mothers.

" Wah girls as young as you are married to a one-child widower, exclaimed the story, continued", the mothers also leaned their bicycles and merchandise under a coconut tree that was not far from their position.

Dila finally decided to tell a story, hoping that after telling a story, she felt the burden in her heart slightly healed.

" I was forced to marry my husband, because we made a mistake one night Mom, but now that I'm the mother of the child I foster", Dila keeps telling the mothers about the journey from the village to Jakarta.

It turns out that these mothers are very good listeners. From beginning to end Dila told a story, not once did she cut a sentence.

" So Eneng went here because he was worried about going home to see the children, but still in an emotional state. If you make that decision, keep going to the beach, the atmosphere is peaceful, and calm, can make the mind relax".

" Mommy is not a pinter or a real person, because mother is just an ordinary human ya neng. but if you can give advice as a married person longer than cool, but if you can give advice as a married person longer than cool, try Eneng talk carefully with Eneng's husband, marriage is not a game that can start and end just like that, because there are so many parties who will be affected by the decision".

" That party includes children, parents, extended family, friends and relatives, so do not rush to think that divorce is the best way to solve the problem, because the Almighty also does not like divorce".

" Who knows that Eneng's husband has refused it a gatel woman, try Eneng asked her husband to change secretary, if the husband does not protest, it means that the husband actually love the same neng, neng, neng's husband wants to remain his wife".

" But if the right ask for it husband neng kok most alesan, and keep it the gatel woman who became secretary, it means indeed neng kudu alert".

It did not feel like the conversation Dila and the traveling saleswoman was like a confiding session with a psychologist, the speech from the mother made Dila feel better.

" Thank you for the advice and input yes Mom, if you may know, whose name is mother?, from earlier we chat but have not been acquainted", asked Dila.

" I'm Titin, the original mah from Garut, but after marrying with her husband, so the Jakarta people are now, who's the name?" asked Bu Titin.

" I'm Dila Ma'am. Mom so horrified my story at length, sorry mom did not even become a sale". Dila felt bad, wanted to give the mother a hundred thousand in compensation for not selling around all day.

" Already Neng, the trading mother is not for the love of children, but to find busyness. The mother's husband works so ABK on the ship, home it's a few months, the child is on big, the man follows his father so ABK, the girl has also worked, but contracted in Bekasi, Bekasi, I rarely go home, so I don't have any work at home. So look for busy ngider, selling around like this", said Bu Titin explained, so that Dila did not feel hesitant.

" Then thank you very much Ma'am, I want to go home first, it turns out it is almost maghrib, later I try to talk to my husband as mother suggested earlier. Hopefully there's a way out of the hassle that's going on today".

Dila returned to the motorbike parking lot, it turned out that long enough he was on the beach, Dila hurried home, what he had in mind now was precisely El. El must have been looking for her, all this time Dila had never left El during this time.

40 Minutes drive until Dila finally got home. Ari was already waiting for Dila with worry on the porch of the house.

" Where are you from Dil?, it's so fussy El nyariin you, Bi Darsih and bi Ana can't make El Anteng. Surprisingly again the boss came home, El did not want to be invited by the boss. El looks so angry with his father".

Dila went straight into the house and headed for El's room, but El's room was empty. Dila saw El was in the kitchen being carried bi Ana.

" Ibu Dila.!!", El immediately slumped from Bi Ana's sling and scattered towards Dila.

" Mommy anywhere, El is afraid of mom and not come back rich El's mother. If Dila pelgi El's mother wants to join her, El does not want to be left behind", El immediately hugged Dila because he was afraid of being left again.

" I'm sorry mom, baby, I had an important business, but I can't take a child with me, so I don't invite El. Now that I'm home, we rest in El yuk's room, I'm tired".

Dila immediately led El to his room. Indra who was on the top floor looked at Dila lekat.

" Thank you Bi has been helped to take care of El all day" said Dila in bi Ana and bi Darsih.

" Yes Dil, no papa, now you just rest if tired, let El be with us" said bi Ana.

" No papa Bi, El is the same as me, anyways later just sleeping in the room, does not make tired, again thanks to Bi". Dila went into El's room and closed the door.

" Mom wants to clean up the body once, El wait here, mom to the bathroom for a while".

Dila went to Indra's room to pick up a change of clothes, Indra followed her and went inside.

" Where have you been?, El has been fussing about your nyariin", Indra entered the bathroom, standing behind Dila who was washing her face.

" We'll definitely talk, but later, now I want to take care of El first, so now that you're out I'm in a hurry to get changed, El's waiting for me".

Indra complied with Dila's willingness to come out of the bathroom. Dila immediately closed the bathroom door and cleaned herself. After clean Dila went straight to the room El, not at all glancing, what else was staring at Indra who was standing near the door of the room.