My Second Husband is an Idol Artist

4. Obey request

It has been almost an hour of chat mother and child, about the intention of marrying Arini back with the young man of choice grandmother Nani but until now they have not found common ground.

“Mother please Hasan. Tell her to marry Arini.” For the umpteenth time this old woman lying on the hospital bed begged in a soft voice.

Hasan took a deep breath as if to calm his heart, indeed his mother's request was very difficult for him to grant.

“Mother is impossible,” reject Hasan.

“Hasan call him back, it's been five years.” The tears were getting down.

“Bu he has broken ties with us, he already does not care about us,” reject him firmly.

“Whatever he is your son!" strict grandma Rani. “Your second son! Andra's sister. Tirta Abraham you can't delete it.”

“He's just a useless kid!” between Hasan his face immediately hardened with the anger clearly visible he was very disappointed.

“He's a good boy, we've been wrong all this time, we let him go. We are the ones who are unfair to him.” Grandma Nani reminded.

Nani's grandmother grabs her son's hand staring with a pleading gaze.

“Mother please tell her to come back and marry Arini,” pinta this old woman her tears began to re-remember.

Hasan let go of his mother's hand, he could not marry Arini to a stubborn young man and could not be arranged like Tirta. Yes he does have the opposite personality to his first son Andra if the young man is patient and obedient, in contrast to Tirta he does not like to be bridled and arranged. The girl will definitely not be happy marrying the existing Tirta will only add new sadness to Arini.

“Bu, I disagree, marry Arini to her. Arini will not be happy married with a stubborn child like her,” Hasan explained to her anxiety.

“Arini can definitely change it, please, I do not want to part with Arini. Mom will die slowly without Arini.”

“Mother do not when like that,” interrupted Hasan staring pity on his mother's face.

“Give mother wish, call my grandson Tirta back I miss him so much.”

Hasan took a deep breath he had no choice but to comply with his mother's wishes.

"Alright I will send him back, for mother's sake,” said Hasan late resigned and welcomed by the smile of his mother. “But does that stubborn kid want to comply with mother's request?” ask with a face full of doubt.

“She must have listened to me, she loves me so much, she will definitely comply with my wishes.” The old woman was excited again. Arini will not leave.

"I'll see her after mom gets out of the hospital, so mom has to get well fast.”

“I'm all right. Can we go home,” the door.

“Can't, mom hasn't fully recovered.” Hasan.

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After a few days in the hospital, Nani's grandmother returned home. According to Hasan's promise he would visit his second son, Tirta. Together with his wife Ana, Hasan gives himself to meet his son whom he has driven out of the house now he must call him back.

In a park where they could meet their son. Hasan and Ana waited three hours to meet their son, but there was no sign of him.

“Look Mom, she's still lacking as usual. Could he make us wait for him who is he?” hasan's anger at his son's behavior.

“Sayar father he is very busy,” said Ana while staring at the people who passed, especially at a group where many people gathered.

“Not him intentionally toying with us, you little boy!” the wrath of Hasan felt being played by his son.

“Daddy, stop!” Ana rubbed her husband's back to be patient.

“In that way, he knows we've been waiting for him since but he didn't see us. He's just playing us!” Hasan then stood ready to leave the place.

“Wait just. She must have come,” prevent Ana who immediately stood in the way of her husband.

“Have we come home, I don't care about the boy anymore.”

Ana still holds back Hasan's steps she misses her son so much, this is her chance to meet her son again.

“That child will not come!” hardik Hasan with emotion.

“You are still the same as Mr. Hasan Abraham,” the sound makes their attention distracted. The voice of the young man who had been five years old he had never heard again. Ana flinched her head, with tears in her eyes looking at the handsome young man standing before her wearing sunglasses and a hat looking really cool.

“Tirta ... Tirta my son ...” said Ana in a soft voice staring at her son after five years she finally met.

“Mother ...” Reply the young man looked at his mother longing.

 

 

How it goes .....