
“Does Sudrajat's grandfather still exist?” the real question long ago Gilang wanted to know and ask, Finally he also came out against Gibran, without any purpose. For Gilang himself is
I don't know what to do if I know Grandpa's situation. Should he hate, should he take revenge, or maybe the power of the grandfather is still very strong, so that until this moment he never sought where they and their mother were.
“Kakek... which we know no longer live in this city of Bandung. Sir.” Gibran replied briefly. But left a astonishment that is still a question mark for Gilang.
“Means...?”
“Me and my mom stayed in that house only until I was in 2nd grade Junior High. After a year, my grandfather married again. Since then, we haven't stayed there.”
“Why?” cecar Gilang, without a care Gibran's face had turned sad and as if embarrassed. Gibran.
“Pak, I am not the son of Edy Sudrajat's father. It's been a public secret, no. Only my last name was given. My father's name is Reza Hanggito. And mom never stopped connecting with papa, even since she was Edy's father's wife. Call it mama's having an affair with papa, and that's what mama admits. I think Alm. Edy's dad has too
know this, only we are still children at that time, who do not understand such things,” explained Gibran slowly.
Gita continues to hold Gilang's left hand, just to remind, that there is he who always faithfully accompanied Gilang in good times
maybe even in difficult times.
“Then..?” continued Gilang.
“During alm. Dad left the house. We are still spoiled and in love. Until he met a young widow named Amima. Since then, we have been threatened. Finnally we were kicked out of the house
granddad. All of my grandfather's wealth was controlled by Amima, until I entered High School. Reportedly, grandfather returned to his village. Because it already has no rights to the ownership of the house and other valuable assets.” Gibran's Story.
“Tagafirullahalazim.” Zikir Gilang's.
“We don't know exactly where the village is, nor how it is. Because we've been focused on the family that just. Simple life and what is it with papa Reza who does not earn big. Plus, in the middle of college, papa had a stroke. So that we lose the usual backbone responsible for meeting our needs.” Evidently.
“So there is no news or certainty whether grandfather is there or not now?” ask Gilang again.
Gibran shook his head.
“If I don't know. I don't know if with mama, whether he can still connect with his former in-laws.” Answer Gibran slowly. And breathed his leg after being able to tell the story to Gilang.
“At his coffee, Gibran.” Tawar Gita kindly reminds.
“Iya thank you bu.” Respond politely.
“You have a sister?” ask Gilang to Gibran who just finished sipping his coffee.
“No sir, mom is almost the entire age of her marriage with papa. Just hiding with their real household.
So that you do not dare to add a baby.” Gilang.
“Pak... if you don't bother you. Permin convey apologies mama and us family to his mother Pak Gilang yes. It's a message
mama earlier. Because I really don't remember my father. But the name of the father was always in my head. Before leaving, I asked my mother. Nor can be sure. Only if it is true Gilang his son mas Edy said, say hello from mama.” Gibran imitated to mama's message.
“Personally anyway, maybe we've forgotten and forgiven. Our family is innocent. We are really just victims. But, it's not wrong maybe sometimes we can meet your mother and mother. We are only God's created man. God never taught us to hate each other, no, it's the past. Which can not be repeated, in the future maybe we should improve ourselves, and not to impose the will on our children later.” Gilang looked at Gibran, and finally threw his gaze at the wife who was relentlessly stroking the back of Gilang's hand under the table.
“Alright, Gibran. Sorry. We'll excuse you. Regarding the company's affairs, there will be personnel to contact the continuation. To your mama's greetings and requests. God willing we can arrange when they can meet each other. Greetings to your family.” Gilang answered by hand Gita to stand up and leave the place, of course before paying their food bills.
Cup.
Arriving in the car, Gita can't wait to steal a kiss on the cheek of the husband.
“Be proud to have a rich forgiving husband aGi.” Praise Gita gomasy.
“Not a forgiving neng, just don't know how to hate him. Boro-boro gets angry, she also gets kicked out by grandpa. Her father is sick again. Seems
nature has also punished them, because it was never unfair to mother and us.” Reply Gilang drove his car towards Kevin's house .
“This is not the way home to us, a...?”
“Iya..we go to the boss sir's house first. AGi to play with Ay.” The answer.
Yanhg could also feel homesick for the little boy. Without caring about the wry and sour look of those who have not even gone home to shower or just change clothes from the office earlier.
“Assalamulaiacum.” Gita and Kevin came out when the door opened itself without knocking, because the front guard had allowed them to enter.
“Walaikumsallam's chat.
In the garden there are many roses,
Other flowers are getting more attractive.
O Anaku Gita and Gilang how are you?
Babe always prays that you guys are always good.” Pantun babe
directly out dong, when he saw the pair of duo G was already in front of his nose.
“Waah. How are you.?” Gita sduahn salutes babeb with respect and turns to Time lal's nyak;u they hug each other
just there.
“Bape and Nyak news, thank you always good. Better and longer life. When seeing your condition getting more friendly.” Answer babe.
“If the affairs of intimacy be, Gilang has no reason to be much the same sweet. Ud opium.” Kekeh Gilang on babe.
“Lu kaga nyesel Lang, marry Gita?” ask Babe again to Gita.
“Nyesel really be.” Answer Gilang quickly.
“Gimana..?” ask Gita who has been nyolot aja towards Gilang.
“Nyesel ga from the first marriage.” Bahak Gilang was greeted with laughter babe who understood the meaning. Sparkling. Making Gita join smile realized. She is seduced only by Babe and her husband.