My Complicated Love: Triangle Love + You

Mama

Dicky POV

I can't interpret a shredded feeling let alone my feeling this time, this heat from the heart radiating instantaneously towards my head, if only I saw my face in the glass might be a creepy reflection. In just a few hours I saw Susan come to someone in the hotel this morning! Is it true that all this time also secretly Susan put a taste towards Mr. Brian? That must be him.

I looked back at the phone notifications that were bothering me a lot at the moment, but what I was thinking about, it was my decision to leave, maybe not too far away, he said, because my mother has not contacted me many times. It seems heavy that I should also leave my two remaining beloved women, Mama and Kak Dheta, sorry Susan is no longer your name.

The message got onto my phone in the end.

* Dicky, can you go home, baby?

* Dicky, Mama please this is important, where are you? go home ... .

* If you do not want to go home, you are sure to see what kind of mother will be ... .

I closed the message column again on the phone, rethinking to keep peeking at the notification I just turn off the power button this time, let me slightly think Ma’ ... it's about something else I'm avoiding, stop urging me.

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This afternoon I also drove the bike lazily, between lazily meeting with anyone or facing you hypocritical humans around my house.

I stopped my vehicle and brought it inside, glancing at the surrounding situation that seemed quiet activity, maybe because of the heat this afternoon they were more comfortable staying in their respective homes, together or just the two of them were laughing and celebrating their victory over my marital relationship which I had deemed run aground in one night.

Yes, the short man's car was parked in front of his house maybe he was reluctant to go anywhere so happy. Well I rushed in rather than my heart constantly cursing without pity.

“Assalamualaikum, Ma’ ... “ My eyes swept through the middle room and there was no one there, without an answer from anyone.

While passing through several rooms I heard there was activity in my room which was on the second floor. Soon I approached the source of the voice and sure enough, I saw Mama sitting on my bed side while looking at some sheets of paper in her hand.

“Ma ... What's wrong? why is mom here? apa... “ I asked repeatedly until Mama finally rose from her seat looking at me with anger.

PLACKS

One slap landed on my left cheek, I was shocked when my mother threw the sheet of paper right in front of my face.

“What is this!! Aaapa this!!” Mama screeched as she turned her eyes at me. Counted three times in the night I received slaps from women and this time I received with a chest of air, I seem to know what this is about.

“A .. what is Ma’ ? what do you mean by Mama ?.” My eyes looked at him in horror as I picked up the sheet of paper that now fell right in front of my feet.

I read slowly my name and someone's name, as well as the name ... Susan's! yes, this is a letter of report from the police about the allegations .. ah, I do not want to remember it again even if it is only in the form of writing.

“Do you really do that, son? Dicky ... !! Look Mama!”

I ventured to look slowly at his eyes which now released clear liquid at each corner. And I remained silent, swallowing the saliva.

“Iya Ma’ ... according to what is stated in this letter ... it is true, I will not deny it... I did it!”

Mama immediately hugged my body, roaring to cry over the stupidity of her son who is now a suspect perpetrator of abuse, is not a suspect, indeed I am the perpetrator.

“Why didn't you tell Mama, son? why are you acting so far ... ? you like her ... Yes .... later Mama apply for him to you soon, Yes? Yes ?” I looked down at Mama's deep face and hugged me, her words running everywhere, but somehow again.

“We ... already married Ma’ ...” clear Ku.

“What ?? you guys are married ?? Haha ... when ?? who married you, baby ? it's a solution dear ... you can be free from the demands of !” mama's expression changed drastically like putting on a wish, a smile emerged from her wet face after the roar of tears that was wiped quickly. It was as if he had forgotten that we had acted everything ourselves.

He let go of his embrace and looked at me warmly as he touched both cheeks, but I must be ready again to find the next attitude after I expressed the bitterness of the real situation.

“Ma ... no ... Sorry I let Mama down ... “

“Of course not ... Mama very much bless you guys .. y'all have been close a long time yes, it does sound strange and sudden and ... Mama doesn't like why don't you ask for Mama's blessing and go through those times with you guys .. later we make a party, Yes? again ... It's okay if you are too young, anyway, why linger too ... Mama and Mama Hanna have also been familiar for a long time and .. indeed plan to match you guys too kok kapat “ said Mama with a happy tone.

I gasped at Mama's statement that I let from earlier stirring everywhere, expressing her relief for a moment, her stupid me, too afraid to lose to make a fatal mistake. If only I wanted to wait until we were both in a match, the road would not be this bad.

“Ma .. can I talk already ?”

“Yes, what's the matter dear ? you want us to meet your wife now ? he also seems confused when ... “

I cut talk, can no longer hear the word ‘istri’ and wishful thinking and hope Mama in our relationship both.

“Ma ... I ... I .. have divorced him “ said I was shaking.

Mama seemed stuck unable to say any more words, He sighed deeply because it seemed like his face again looked pias and was very unfriendly. Maybe the fifth, sixth, and many more slaps will be ready for me.

But immediately his body squeezed and almost fell if I did not immediately catch. Mama is unconscious.

“Ma ... Mama .. wake up Ma ... “

Without lingering I lay Mama on my bed, and try to find something to restore her consciousness, what .. oil, perfume or what? in fact, I was only able to pacing without clarity, if only I could contact Susan, I had done it from earlier. I need another female figure to handle this, ah ... she again entered into my mind, what importance is she!

I sat back and looked at Mama's face, rubbing her forehead slowly which did not even show signs of aging, My mother is beautiful even for women her age still looks young. Papa is a fool, leaving a beautiful and loyal woman like Mama.

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