Mahligai Infidelity
- Happy Ending
The morning of a new day. Like the morning before, today was different. When he woke up, Arkan was fed by the sound of the tiny baby crying. Of course the baby belongs to her and Wulan.
In the baby box, the little one kept crying. But everyone laughed happily as if enjoying his little cry.
What an interesting spectacle for the grandparents around.
After standing up from the bed, Arkan did not immediately approach the baby. He chose to walk towards his sleeping wife Wulan.
“Honey, you heard that voice. Your son's voice is rebuking. He's looking for you,” whispered Arkan in Wulan's ear.
“I beg you, don't do such a stupid thing again. You don't think about yourself and your baby,” whispered Arkan as he continued to hug Wulan.
“Eh, papa you're up baby,” said Jenny when she saw Arkan hugging Wulan.
“What Wulan is fine ma?” ask Arkan.
“He is sleeping. Don't bother, here you carry your child,”
Arkan walked closer to the baby box and then looked at the baby who had regained his composure.
Jenny lifts the little baby from the box and puts the baby into Arkan's hands.
“After being carried by the father as well as being directly given the name,” said bi Indun.
“Name?”
“Ya name for a boy,” added Jenny.
“Alano,” says Wulan arrived.
“Alano? Retrieved from the name of his great-grandfather!” grandpa Hendy agreed with the name.
“Alano,” call Jenny instantly.
Arkan took the little baby to the bed where Wulan was lying.
“Our son,” said Arkan.
“Mas, I'm sorry. Before it was selfish, again I endanger your life,” said Wulan slowly.
“It's gone darling.”
“How are Brian now?” ask Wulan.
“In critical condition. I haven't called the doctor and Daniel has taken care of it.” Arkan rubbed Wulan's head gently then looked into his eyes. “Next I will never keep anything secret from you again,”.
The slow conversation between Wulan and Arkan, was not heard to the ears of others in the room.
suddenly Jenny's voice interrupted their small talk.
“Oh yes son, this paper was given by the doctor when you came out of the operating room. Your doctor said you continued to hold this paper until you were anesthetized and unconscious.” Jenny held up a white sheet of paper where Brian's seal and signature were located. There were a few blood spots on the paper.
“Give ma, the paper is very important for Wulan,” Arkan ink.
“Mama thinks this is an operation approval paper, but the signature here is different from that of Arkan.” Jenny handed the paper to Arkan.
Arkan kept putting the paper in a drawer.
A moment later Daniel arrived in the room. He asked to speak to Arkan outside the room on the grounds of a very sudden office affair.
“Pak, I dialed your phone number but not active. Mr. Brian was dead 2 hours ago.”
Arkan speechless. It was as if all Wulan's efforts with Brian's autographed paper had gone down the drain by now. Is this a game, or a mockery of life?
“Not our lives are too precious, a mockery or punishment though we will definitely pass everything well.”
Arkan returned to the room then whispered in Wulan's ear.
“Brian died 2 hours ago,” Arkan said.
“Really?” asked Wulan a little doubtful. Is Arkan telling the truth or is he lying.
“His death will no longer be inevitable. Every time he attempted suicide. Every effort was made by the doctors who treated him. She always wanted her life to end like that.”
“Now what is mas plan?” ask Wulan.
“As uncle Johan requested, he wants his ashes brought back to Switzerland.”
“What has uncle known Brian like?”
Arkan nodded, “there is no option to make it seem as though it is dead. For uncle, his son was already dead since the incident on the mountain. For the good of everyone.”
“So what will you do with that signed paper?” Arkan asked.
“There is no point in divorce. Brian is really dead. Nor will he ever question Arkan's gold again. As good as that paper.”
“I'll use that paper as brian's confession to Zaka. Zaka could be Brian's legitimate son. He deserves his,” said Wulan.
Arkan nodded in agreement. Zaka is still his nephew.
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Two years passed…
In a large villa in a mountain. Everyone is gathering there.
Alano's second birthday celebration was attended by all close relatives of Wulan.
Mama Jenny and Richard's father, Grandpa Hendy, Irma, Buto, Mail, Renata, Sarah Aldy and Sarah and Aldy's daughter, are circling Alano. The moment of blowing the smallest man's candle in the room cheered everyone who was there.
From the end of the room, Wulan smiled seeing everyone busy singing happy birthday to Alano.
Holding her growing belly, Wulan walked towards Alano and helped her cut the cake with the number 2. Arkan stood beside Wulan and Alano.
The cut tart cake is shared with all the families in the room. Of course Alano himself bribed them one by one.
In another spacious room, bi Indun and bi Narsih were preparing food devices on the dining table. Four servants petrified the organizer of the event, namely bi Indun and bi narsih. The little party was prepared by two aunts who are now busy in the kitchen.
The sound of clapping hands from the dining room.
“Come everything, we eat,” said bi Indun with a happy face calling everyone in his direction.
At that moment everyone moved towards the dining room. Tells Wulan and Arkan in the room.
“Ga come to eat together?” ask Arkan.
“Mas, accompany me up.”pinta Wulan.
“Again?” ask Arkan.
“Yes, tonight we stay there,” said Wulan. Of course the point is to hut on the mountain which was once his residence.
“But. your stomach?”
“We walk slowly,” Wulan said.
At that time, from the outside Zaka and Rosita stone alone arrived there.
Little Zaka, 6 years old, arrives with his grandmother Rosita. At the end of this Zaka more often stay with Rosita when Rosita is in Jakarta. Sometimes Irma and Zaka would go to Switzerland to visit Rosita's house.
Zaka's presence, distracts everyone. The chatty little Zaka made everyone ask anything to the boy.
“Come, mumpung them again busy.” invite Arkan.
“We go through the back road, Wulan must pay with bi Indun.” said Wulan.
Almost every day when they vacation to the villa. Wulan will be staying for a few nights in that shack. The serene taste that evoked the sweet and bitter memory of his life was there.
Now the bitter thing only remains memories, leaving his sweet life with the man next to him.
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- End-of-the-peak
