Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)

SS. 31. An Accidental Meeting

Not felt, for almost an hour he sat pensively on the edge of the park. The sunlight is getting hotter. Some people started to move their legs back home.

Reluctantly, Tata stood up again to continue his walk. Just as they were heading towards his residence.

However, just a few steps he walked, there was something that made him have to stop again. His shoe laces came off and almost knocked him down.

Tata ducked, as if afraid of the rays of the sun sweeping across his face. He fixed his shoelaces to make them look perfect again.

Bbrrraaaack ... !

He broke his intention to get back on his feet, when a little boy fell right in front of his feet. Either because Tata is filling the road when fixing his shoelaces or maybe it is also one of the boy who walks while enjoying ice cream in his hands.

"Oh, sorry dear. My brother unintentionally. Is anyone sick ?" Anita asked worried.

The boy was just silent, not paying attention to the question that the Order was asking. He was busy with his ice cream coming out of hand.

"Already, let it go ... Later brother change the ice cream, we buy a new one." Persuade him, make the boy aware, and look at him with a smile full of happiness.

"Mama."

"Nindy." Whispers watered.

Nindya immediately hugged tightly to anita's neck, like the embrace of a child who missed her mother.

"Dya dear, who's the same ?" Anita asked who was actually reluctant to meet the person whom Dya used to call 'Papa'.

Apart from Andri, he wanted to avoid Alfatih. Although Conscious, their nature is much different.

Al's a little jutek, but polite to women. While Andri who looks smooth he said, it turns out to have a hidden nature.

"Sendili." Answer origin.

"alone ? Where could it be Dya herself."

The boy nodded, and still tried to hug Tata without letting go.

Anita looked around the place. And sure enough, none of them he knew there.

'But, where could it be Dya herself to this place ?' heart word.

His eyes were fixed on the ice cream that was already lying dirty on the ground.

"Would you like some more ice cream ?"

"You."

"Come, we'll buy it there."

Dya tangled spoiled in anita's arms. Whenever there was a chance, Dya kissed her cheeks affectionately.

"Ih, brother full of sweat lo. Where it still stinks, haven't had a bath." His eagle.

"He likes it, Mama scented."

Anita took down Dya from the sling. Nindya sat down with him, before they reached the ice cream vendor.

"Why do you stop Mama." Cedal is adorable.

"Yes, call Mama Mbak Tata ya." Her request.

Dya lowered her head, there was a feeling of sadness that Tata could feel.

"Bad mom." Nindya started crying.

"Mama, don't love Dya anymore." Repeated grunts.

"Not so dear, but ... "

Not yet Anita continued her sentence, Nindya's tears increasingly flowing, sobbing without a sound.

Her maternal conscience appeared. In her arms Nindya was affectionate.

'If only you knew how adults live. Maybe this won't happen, baby.' His whisper in his heart.

"I'm sorry Brother." Smiling calms.

But instead of being calm, Nindya cried even more.

"Darling, it's dong. Don't cry ya." Tata feels guilty.

"Nindy." Call someone who's already clear The system recognizes that voice.

Tata raised his head slightly, just to make sure that the owner of the voice was someone he knew.

"Papa."

Dya running. His embrace moved to embrace Papa Al's neck.

"Papa's looking everywhere." He said as he stroked Nindya's head.

"I'm sorry, Dya said, she's alone."

"Yes, it's okay." Answer Al more subtly.

"Then, excuse me."

Their conversation was very stiff. Like two people who never knew each other.

"Dada Dya, big brother go first." He said while waving his hand.

"Mama !" His cry was still accompanied by the typical sobs of a child.

Hearing Nindya's yell, Tata stopped and turned her head back towards her.

"Mom don't be a bully." Her speech.

"But ... " His lips were as if they were complaining about nothing else.

He looked at the man who was still standing in line right in front of him. Al and Tata looked at each other, prejudiced each other, guessing their hearts at each other.

'Excuse Brother Dya, but indeed Big Brother is not Mama Nindya.' His whisper in his heart.

'If only you hadn't gotten married, it might have been easier for Nindya to get close to you.' Comment from Al.

"Yes, we go home. They are waiting." Take Al.

"But, Dya wants to play with Mama." Whine continues.

"Yes, how many times has Papa said !" Al's voice was heard rising.

Nindya hugged Tata tighter and tighter, even as if she did not want to escape.

From his movements, there was a fear that he showed. Whether it's the fear of losing a Mama back, or the fear of bluffing Papa Al just gave.

"Yes, don't make Papa angry." Debut once again.

"Dya don't want to be with Papa, Dya wants to be with Mama." Denying Nindya in the interlude Isak her crying.

"Yes !"

Al's shout and Nindya's rebuttal, provoking many eyes to look towards him.

"Sir Al, let Dya calm down first." Whisper Anita, after she realized that they were the subject of attention.

"Pity of his son yes..." I heard an unpleasant comment.

"That's life, sometimes we have a patient husband also less grateful. Try if the household falls apart like that, who's sorry." Another comment.

The scene this morning is like a couple separated and had to sacrifice their children for their own selfishness.

Realizing that, Al invited Tata and Nindya, who were still in his arms, to a comfortable place to talk while enjoying breakfast.

There is a place to play with children. Although small, but fairly complete. There are swings, prosotans and some educational toys for children.

"Papa, she's playing sloshing there huh ?" The man asked permission.

"Dear, be careful playing."

"Let brother accompany ya ?" The word Tata offered itself.

"It's okay Mama, Dya belani sendili." Nindya refused.

"Sit down, leave Dya alone. He's used to playing by himself." Al answered convincingly.

Actually Tata feels uncomfortable having to sit together in a cafe like this. Especially here a lot of people who may be one of them who knows Al.

Tata tried to turn her own attention to every corner of the room. His attitude was very nervous, visible from the game of his fingertips that he swirled around.

"You why ? Is there a problem ?" Al asked astonished at his attitude

"Is it okay if I follow Mr Al like this ?" Tata asked confusedly.

Al scrunched his forehead, not understanding the question that Tata was asking.

"I mean ?"

"I mean, I'm afraid that someone here knows Mr. Al, and is delivering untrue news, so that it gets to the ears of Mother and of course it will affect the household life of Mr. Al." Anita said at length swirling around.

"Haha ... You are funny. Shouldn't that be the question I'm asking you ?" Al said back to asking.

"For me ?"

Tata pointed at his own nose.

"Yes, for you. Is your husband not angry if he finds out his wife is with a handsome guy like me ?"

"Uuppss..." Tata's comments silenced her own mouth.

I don't know which words he laughed at. In the sentence that states I'm a wife, or a handsome man ?

"Why laugh ?" Sudang.

"Are you a handsome father ? The handsome from hong kong."

A common phrase used for a mockery.

"If compared to your husband, it must still be my relationship." Chirps Al made Tata aware of his words.

"Husband ? What husband do you mean by father ? Sorry sir, I'm not shameless sir. I am afraid that your wife will misunderstand later.

Actually, both of them look confused.

"Okay, where's your husband ,?"

"Whose husband is Mr ?"

"The man who met a few days ago and now says he's your boss."

Al's question reminds him back about what happened last night. A heartbreaking incident that almost took away her chastity.

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