My Husband's Return
Part 27 - Return of My Husband
Salsa awoke, when she heard the voice of a manic, she was shocked to find it was her son.
Salsa sat down and hugged Angkara tightly. "Mommy's son why cry?" ask Salsa.
"Kara is sad, Mama is sick" Angkara said in his arms.
"Mommy's not papa, honey. It was just tired, look, Mama is now healthy, her body is also not hot."
Angkara looked up, looked at his mother's face, it was not as pale as before. "Grandma said that too, but Kara was still worried about Mama."
"grandmother?" Salsa eyes are rounded. "Grandmother came here, where now?"
"Udah came home after checking on Mama, there was a call grandma kept hurrying away."
"Oh that's it." Salsa nodded in understanding, wiping away the tears on her son's cheeks. "Have you gone home yet, son?"
"Not yet Mama, Grandma called Papa, nor was she picked up."
"Maybe Papa's still busy, let's make dinner for papa." Salsa immediately got out of bed.
His body was fit, not as tired as before after taking the medicine. He pulled his son's hand out of the room towards the kitchen, sitting Angkara at the pantry table.
"Son, what do you want to eat?"
"Let me just cook, take a break" said household assistant Reni.
However, Salsa was bemoaning. "I'm aja Bi, it's almost night, you better go home! My mom has no nemenin at home. I'm not papa."
"Really neng?"
"True Bi."
Salsa reached into her pants pocket, looking for something. He handed over two pieces of red money to the aunt. "Come home!"
"Don't neng! I've been on the same payroll Ms. Reni ...."
"Ck, it's a bonus-count that's helping me."
By force, the middle-aged woman took the money given by Salsa, after which she left. He was very lucky to have an employer like them. Good and not differentiating degrees.
"What do you want to eat?" reset Salsa.
"Well to eat a potato donut, Mama."
"Donate?" Angkara.
"Because Mama's son asked, Mama madein. But after making dinner menu yeah."
Angkara nodded his head, leaving his mother in the kitchen. He decided to play in the front yard.
Attracting large cars that can be climbed. Turn it on and walk around the yard.
"Kara cool, already like a racer," the boy frenzied himself in the front yard of his house.
How can have friends, if in the complex they live all busy citizens, no time to visit each other. Alone, maybe if one of their neighbors died or was robbed, no one would know.
Angkara's eyes rounded in a smile, carrying Azka's car across the fence, he stepped on the edge to plunge gas near his Papa's car.
"Finally Papa's coming home!" angkara immediately welcomed Azka. Hugging the feet of the man who just got out of the car.
"Father! Kara has some happy news. Kara can call R. Kara's smart, right? Kara wants the prize now!"
Without saying anything, Azka forcibly removed Angkara's hand at her feet. He stepped over without caring about the little boy.
With disheveled hair and an irregular shirt, Azka enters the house. Glanced at Salsa at a glance then headed straight for the room.
Salsa, who was aware of Azka's whereabouts, immediately followed her to the room as usual.
"Finally home too, tired for sure. College till the afternoon." Salsa helps Azka open the pansy of Azka's shirt.
Not everything was released, Azka brushed off her hand with a sharp look.
"No need to be pretentious," muttered Azka then into the bathroom.
Salsa froze, looking at her hand that had just been on the edge. The azkan turned cold again? Just a few days ago, the man said his feelings.
His heart ached just being ignored. Sok nice? What does Azka mean? Was all this time, her love, sincerity and kindness, meaningless in Azka's eyes?
"Click, I'm tired of all this ordeal. My heart isn't strong, it feels like it's giving up, but my heart says it's holding on."
Salsa's tears dripped, just now that the dizziness in her head was gone, she felt it again. He glanced at the door, afraid that Angkara would enter suddenly and saw her crying, Salsa decided to lock the door of the room.
After all, He did not have to worry if Angkara was already at home, the guard at his house was very tight because his in-laws ordered some people around the house so that their grandchildren would not be okay.
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Azka waded her body with cold water, enjoying the sensation of water piercing her white skin. He's resting his body on the bathroom wall. Ducking watch the surgery marks on his chest.
His heart rejected all Lara's words, his heart ached to hear all the accusations about the woman he loved. However, on the other hand, she was slightly distracted by Lara's last sentence.
Is it true that the boy is your son, or the son of his affair?
"Damn it!" azka shouted punching the bathroom mirror, until it broke and made a quite loud sound.
"Azka, are you all right?" salsa asked behind the door, but Azka did not reply. Increasingly tighten the sound of the tap so as not to hear the sound of Salsa.
He looked up, while resting his hair back, letting the shower hit him in the face causing pain.
"This is what I fear when I love someone in a lost memory, I feel confused myself" Azka murmured.
No one knows, behind the water. Azka's tears trickled down, feeling pain, but not knowing what pain it was.
"Azka, open the door!" shout Salsa.
Azka snorted, turned off the tap, then grabbed a towel to wrap her body. Open the bathroom door and find Salsa standing there.
"Why?"
"I'm the one who should be, you why Ka? Any problem? Here's my same story!" Salsa's voice softened, grabbing Azka's hand.
"I'm not papa, just tired like you said before" Azka replied, trying to avoid Salsa.
***
Azka's cold attitude, making Salsa very confused. The woman prepared dinner, occasionally glancing at Azka and Angkara who were like strangers.
"Where do you want Papa?" Salsa started, but both were silent. Take each food.
"Mama, Kara wants to see Keen's dad. Kara wants a story, if Kara gets good grades and can already call R. Papa does not want to hear Kara," said Angkara staring at his mother expectantly.
He wanted to share the happy news, but his father was instead indifferent.
Salsa tried to smile, although her heart was slightly slashed at the words of her son.
"Yes, after eating, son."
Tak
The sound of a spoon being placed so loud was heard. Azka moved from her seat.
"Stop talking about other men at the dinner table!" tegur Azka does not like. "I suspect Angkara loves Keen, because he's his father."
"Azka, what are you saying!" snapped Salsa, immediately approached Angkara and closed his son's ear, not wanting Angkara to hear the sentence hurt his own Papa.
"Why Mama? Why is Papa Angry?" ask Angkara.
"No dear, Papa is tired. Let's go to the room! We eat it in the room."
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