Loving Prospective Sister-in-law

Hope

"Son and mother are the same" murmured Dara. He now knows where Kris's most perfect nature turns out to be his mother's teaching. But he also knew behind Kris's sharp words there was a soft heart as soft as ice cream that melted in the mouth.

"What did you say to Dara?" ask Savitri. Dara let out a three-finger smile while shaking her head.

"No Mother?"

They then fell silent. "My mom just bought this house should I sell it back?" ask Dara.

"No need! I still have money to rent a house for a few years in Jakarta. Mother's house is a family home, a relic of the parents. Let Ray's cousin who just got married yesterday occupy him. While this house makes our stopover place if we go home. Otherwise we can contract, good enough for income."

Dara then nodded her head. Now she can taste what mother's affection feels like.

Dara's stomach started to sound loudly making Savitri look at her.

"You hungry?" ask Savitri. Dara nodded her head.

"At home there is a vegetable jengkol similar to a long bean vegetable," said Savitri. Dara was seen grimacing hearing jengkol vegetables. Usually he is a typical Indonesian food but since pregnant food with a pungent odor will make his stomach nauseous.

"You don't want to?"

"I want to eat hot cloak," Dara wants to drift.

"Then we go to Mom's house. I'll cook you a special cloak, "suggest Savitri. He then pulled Dara's hand to go to her house.

"You stay at your mother's house" Savitri said.

Dara nodded her head. They then walked out of Dara's house through the road that separated their house and into Savitri's house.

Clean, cool and peaceful, maybe the word is suitable to describe the condition of this house. All the furniture in this house is simple and ancient furniture only looks still well maintained and arranged in such a way that it looks comfortable to live in.

They entered a simple kitchen. Savitri began to pick up cooking utensils and ingredients.

"Tell me about Kris!" Savitri. Savitri offers Dara an apple, Dara wants to take it but Savitri pulls her hand again. He washed it and cut off the new little ones given to Dara.

"Kris was a glutton but his heart was soft. He doesn't really like spicy food and is very picky when it comes to food. He even mocked me a lot for roadside food." Dara started chewing Savitri's apples.

"Oh, yeah! But it is worth understanding because he lives according to the Danuraja family style. It's so different from Kris' father that he's a low profile guy, he always enjoys what I'm serving," Savitri said.

"Kris did that too. He ate everything I cooked but earlier he said if this food was weird it tasted, not tasty, too salty or anything but he must have spent it with no leftovers."

Savitri who was cutting the sausage stopped his activities for a moment and smiled.

"You must be a funny couple together."

"Funny what, we used to argue and fight about everything, including watching movies. He was very noisy if I watched a drama movie, commenting badly on what I saw. However, he accompanied me until I was tired of watching and and always fell asleep next to him." Dara stopped her story remembering the moment. "Sleeping in his confession," Dara's inner.

"You miss him?" ask Savitri.

"Very!" answer Dara honestly.

Savitri sighed.

"Mother.." call Dara objection.

"In fact he also deserves to know the presence of this child" Savitri said quickly.

"I don't dare to say it" said Dara.

"Why?"

"Who am I Ma'am, I'm just a poor orphan. At the beginning of our meeting he said if we were not as level. It sounded painful but the more I came here I realized that what Kris said was true."

Savitri then heard Dara's chatter about Kris until Seblak matured and Savitri gave it to Dara.

"Hummm nyummy .. " said Dara.

"Eat!"

Dara nodded her head. Savitri actually knows that Ray likes Dara but comes back when he considers Dara as his son-in-law in quotation marks even though he knows they are not married. She as the mother of Kris is not willing if this prospective daughter-in-law will marry another man not her son.

Especially now that Dara is pregnant with Kris's son, his future grandchild, there should be no other name listed as the name of the father of this child. Only Kris has the right to bear the name of the child's father. Even if it was his own nephew, Ray.

Selfish, but hope will be there. If they were created to be together then the dividing wall would definitely collapse just about the time when Savitri could not determine it. He believed that one day they would be reunited.

***

Kris had not been to his apartment for a long time. All this time he lived with his grandfather in the Danuraja family residence.

Kris then went into the apartment. Each of his steps was only filled with Dara's shadow. The woman would definitely pick him up at the door or fall asleep waiting for him to come on the sofa of the guest chair.

"What are you doing? Are you with another man?" inner Kris was angry.

He then stepped into the kitchen where he could see women cooking and preparing drinks for him. Usually hot coffee will always be given every time Kris sat in front of the kitchen table.

As quiet as he feels now. He wants to cast off Dara's shadow but can't. The shadow was always in his mind and he was unable to get her away.

His long legs began to climb the stairs leading to Dara's room. The hallway reminded her of Dara, the woman would sing every time she cleaned her residence, her big smile always accompanied when she saw Kris, sometimes her ignorant nature would make Kris upset and grumble. Kris stopped his steps and hit the wall hard.

For a moment he was leaning there. After Dara's ghost leaves her eyes, she steps into Dara's room. His hand turned the door knob and opened it.

"Kris what's wrong? What do you need?"

That's what Dara would say when she saw him enter the room. Then Kris will look for reasons so that Dara can get out of her room. The sweet virgin always serves all her needs well.

It was hard for him to forget Dara. Two months was short for him. He wanted Dara to come back and just be his.

Kris walked in, sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed it slowly. The longing for Dara's figure gripped her heart tightly, tormenting her slowly.

He knew that Dara had found her dream there. He cannot be selfish in his own way. Yet she needed Dara by her side, to accompany her in every circumstance. Should he pick Dara up to come back here?