Love Stories Overseas

Chapter 83

Kunto went to the dentist's office to consult about his loose teeth due to Indra's impact yesterday. The dentist Lita recommended yesterday.

Yep... Kunto chatted in Lita's apartment until late at night, actually said chatting less fitting, more precisely listening to Lita tell a story, because Kunto listened more.

When about to get out of Lita's apartment, Kunto was given the address of the clinic where Lita's friends practice, the location is not too far from her apartment, only 30 minutes drive.

Turns out the dentist was very young, probably as young as he was 25 years less.

After a few checks, I asked a few questions.

" Can I put up with dentures as soon as possible Doc?".

The young doctor nodded, "of course you can, if I may know, are you a close friend of Lita's?, last night Lita called me in the middle of the night to let me know if her friend wanted to come here today".

Kunto shook his head. " I only knew her two days ago, Lita was a friend of my friend" Kunto replied honestly.

The doctor just nodded whatever he was thinking but finished the examination and installation of dentures, Kunto was greeted by greetings to be conveyed to Lita from the young doctor.

When Kunto came out of the clinic, Kunto met a middle-aged lung woman who had called him, precisely to make a video call, she was Miss Fatma, her father-in-law Dila.

He came to the clinic by himself because he had sent a message back to Kunto asking her to meet. Kunto agreed and they chatted in the hospital's front garden.

" Yes.your face turns out to be worse than my son, I'm sorry Indra ya Nak Kunto".

" What after fitted dentures so it feels more comfortable?", asked Fatma mince words because confused about where to start the conversation from.

Either it may be because it has become a habit, or indeed his hobby meddles in the affairs of his son. Fatma always meets people who have problems with Indra, especially if it has something to do with things that affect the relationship between Indra and Dila. Fatma always intervened to clean up.

" Kunto boy in Jakarta live where?, said Dila you two from the area huh?".

Kunto mentioned the address of the apartment he was staying in. And if he comes from the village.

Fatma nodded in understanding, "Where is her hometown?".

Kunto again mentioned the name of his birthplace.

" Wah... Indra's father also had a brother far away there, but it has been a long time not seeing each other, last met when Indra was not married first, well it has been a very long time yes....".

Kunto was actually very lazy with the stale words of her father-in-law Dila, saying it was all sorts of, kind of pretentious just to ask that her son not be reported to the police, though Kunto had also decided not to report Indra, but Fatma still insisted on wanting to meet with him.

Kunto whose body still feels sore and sick is very uncomfortable chatting long in the open like now, he wants to go home to the apartment and lay his body on a soft mattress.

That's why Kunto is looking for a way, so that he can end this meeting immediately.

" I'm sorry Auntie, if you may know, why could Indra get divorced with his first wife?, if Aunty behaved like this since Indra's first marriage, then, I'm sure their marriage will last until now".

" Or maybe it is precisely the attitude of aunty who likes to interfere like this is precisely the trigger for their divorce?".

Kunto's words were very strong in the heart of Fatma, a young man who had been looking for a cause by hugging his beloved daughter-in-law, now again add to Fatma's annoyance by saying such things.

Fatma who felt no acceptance immediately stood up and looked at Kunto with an eagle gaze.

" It's only fitting that my son mukulin you, have a mouth can not be guarded". Fatma who was upset and emotion chose to leave Kunto who actually now smiled widely because the chatty grandmother had been successfully expelled subtly.

After Fatma died, Kunto went straight to her car and headed to the apartment. His body that is still sick wants to immediately fall on the mattress.

" Why does it look like Bete's so granny?".

Fatma went straight into El's room because Dila was accompanying El to lunch in her room. El's heat has gone down, but by Dila has not been allowed too much activity, because it is completely healed.

Dila brought El's lunch tray to the room, and while El was forcing herself to eat her mother's chicken porridge, her grandmother suddenly came up with a visibly upset face.

" No papa dear, let's just finish the food, grandma just haven't had lunch and feel hungry so it looks like kayak again angry. Grandma ate first yeah, you spent her lunch too".

Dila knew the mother was lying, Dila was sure there was something going on at her mother-in-law's meeting with Kunto earlier.

" Dear, out of lunch, later El rest again yes, let cepet recover and healthy again, later if you really feel healthy and. better new can do activities as usual, as usual, you can go to school and meet up with friends again".

El nodded, obeying the words of Miss Dila, because El is the type of child who does not like to stay at home, El wants to recover quickly and go back to school and play with his friends".

As El was lying down Dila deliberately came out of the room to put the dirty trays and dishes into the kitchen.

Dila saw her mother-in-law had finished lunch, and was sitting dreamy still in the dining room.

" Mom why?", Dila deliberately approached Fatma to find out what happened.

Fatma shook her head, "mother was just thinking, is it true that son Kunto said earlier, mother felt as a mother should help whenever her son was in trouble, he said, kunto's sentence was like blaming mother for mother's meddling attitude".

Dila finally understood what made her mother-in-law look moody.

" Mom don't have to think too much about Kunto's words to the mother, Dila is very sure that you must know more and understand about the good bad with what you do".

Fatma nodded, Fatma knew Dila would never blame her, because Dila was the type of person with a mature way of thinking, Dila always uttered wise and encouraging sentences to her interlocutors.

" Mommy's fine, baby, after hearing your words, I'm feeling better. You go back to El's room, accompany her, I want to go home".

" For El's business, I trust you, because the heat has subsided, so you can handle El yourself, right?, you are the best to take care of it, you are the best, I don't want El to keep thinking that her grandmother is upset and angry. I go home first, baby".

After daydreaming long enough in front of the dining table, Fatma finally decided to go home, her mood was not good, so it was not good to also be around El when she was upset.

Dila went back to El's room and accompanied El to sleep in his room while watching television, so it did not feel they both fell asleep together.

Although the weather outside is very hot, but in El's room there is an AC that always cools the room, so even a nap does not feel hot at all.

Maybe because of tired and sleep deprivation last night, Dila just woke up when Indra came home, around 4 pm, meaning Dila took a long nap, for 2 hours.

El also woke up at the same time as Dila woke up, El saw the face of the father who still had a little bruise, and immediately asked.

" Dad why is that?, did you fall?", asked El while pointing at Indra's temple which was still a bit blue.

" Oh yes, the father of the desk when he was taking the father's pen that fell, is the father's son better now?, duh... seneng really who took a nap with Miss Dila".

El smiled as he nodded, "Yes father, El has recovered, El has taken medicine and rest too, so El Cepet healed".

" Father here", El grabbed Indra's hand and placed it on her forehead. " I can feel, El is not hot anymore, because El nurut same Miss Dila".

Indra smiled with the joy of El who had returned, for some reason since the presence of Dila, Indra became very lucky because El slowly changed for the better every day. Even when Dila left, Dila still became El's motivation for school, learning to read and write.

Until Dila returned and lived together again, it became a special gift for Indra, which cannot be expressed in words.