
In a spacious room, Adam Billy Hutama was sitting comfortably at his desk. The man deliberately put his new work desk in the room, so that he does not go back and forth through the room just to check the work.
Days ago, Kia threw him out, making a request for a divorce. But unfortunately, Adam did not intend to grant. His concern about Petunia, also his love for Zaskia Kenanga, made Adam inevitably have to flee and divert his mind only to work.
The only impingement there is. Work and work, making it like a robot that works twenty-four hours, with a pause of a few hours just to rest.
Never leaving the house, the man chooses to work inside the house, and controls the field only once every two weeks. What he thinks is not as easy as what others say.
If Adam is said to be selfish, yes, Adam admits and will not be evasive at all. He wanted the brothers, both for him to have. Tamak, that's a word that deserves to be pinned on that sweet-mouthed man.
Now, regretful just regret. She fails to protect Petunia and her husband, leaving everything uncovered. Even just lamenting, Adam could not do much more than lament his regrets.
The concentration of the man suddenly froze, as he stared at the screen of his phone that suddenly lit up. A message from one of his friends, made Adam see a glimpse of a photo of his son plastered on the screen of his phone. Photos he took in the hospital. That fleeting encounter, managed to grow longing buds on Adam's heart.
The handsome son who was born from the womb of his former student, even Adam has not given his son a name. For a moment, Adam smiled wryly.
Giving name? Never mind giving a name, even to just touch let alone carry and stare at his son, Petunia did not give him permission. Luckily, when Nia was lying helplessly on a sickbed in the hospital, Adam had photographed some pictures of his son.
A lucky, tiny baby with a birthmark on his left arm, Adam still had time to photograph as a memento of himself. When Petunia was unconscious, Adam was given a chance by God. Unfortunately, the opportunity did not last long, similar to Petunia's suffering so far because of it.
"How are you, honey? You healthy? Papa misses. Are you okay there with Mama? I hope someday we can meet, okay? You can hate Papa, but don't call me uncle, or Om. Call me Papa if we meet later" Adam said in a soft voice. Even the sturdy man, not aware if there is a mother who approached him.
"Mama?" muttered Adam, who was so surprised to find the figure of his mother, suddenly appeared and sat on the chair opposite Adam. Both are just stymied by Adam's desk.
"I'm sorry, Mama knocked on the door, but you didn't answer. Mama can guess, you must be daydreaming again" replied a woman, who wore a knee-length white dress.
She is Grace, Mama Adam who is so beautiful and has a calm disposition. But even so, Grace was the most resolute person in the Hutama family. Even Jovan Hutama, the husband does not have the courage and decisiveness similar to Grace.
"Sorry" said Adam, putting his phone on the table.
"How does it feel now? Does it hurt your feelings?" ask Grace.
The woman got up, grabbed her son's cell phone and went back to look at the portrait of her grandson.
"It hurts, Ma. I miss Petunia and my son. Either Nia gave him what name," said Adam lirih.
"On Kia, don't you miss?" asked Grace chuckling softly.
"Hindu. But Kia did not expect my presence" Adam replied, resting his shoulders comfortably on his seat of greatness.
"Didn't Petunia Amarilys not expect your presence either?" grace asked, glancing at her tired-looking son.
"Yes, it's all my fault" replied Adam.
"It's good if you realize where your mistakes lie. I hope, after this you can be even wiser, Adam. Mama's gonna be looking for Petunia. Decide from now on. If you can't get Petunia because the mother of your son is married, then you must decide to grant Kia's divorce request, or stay strong to make Kia your wife. You can't be selfish by wanting to have both. Between having to own or let go of Kia, you have to have a reasonable cause" Grace told her son.
"Sometimes you think this way, Adam. You since childhood have been educated and wrought to such an extent, only so that you can be a good and responsible person. Instead of being responsible, you're playing a woman. Mama wonders, where did Mama's mistake in educating you. But yes it is. It's all over, and you're all grown up. Mama won't keep judging you for the rest of your life. Just fix it all. Mama's going to find Petunia, to talk to her four-eyed. Remember, it's not to ask Nia to go back to that asshole guy like you, again" Grace said.
Grace's words alone can give birth to heartache in Adam. But Adam did not wince.
"Sorry you gave birth to me?" asked Adam Lirih, who suddenly got a sharp look from Grace.
"There is no mother in the world who would regret giving birth to a handsome son as handsome as you. It's just, everything still has to run on its axis. You remain guilty and God has the right to punish you" Grace replied.
"If Mama meets with Nia later, please tell her, Adam is sorry, also give Adam permission to meet Petunia and our child once in a while" Adam asked expectantly.
Grace could see clearly, Adam's eyes glazed over. His voice shook and deep, a sign that Adam could not bear to dispel the tightness in his chest.
"Is that hurt, Dam?" grace asked with a slanted smile.
"Even Petunia is much sicker than you. You threw it away, and then you wanted to meet your son? Basic Fool. If Mama is Petunia, Mama swears she won't care about your request" Grace said casually.
"Adam knows himself. But Mama should know, Petunia is not Mama. She's a good woman" said Adam, smiling.
"That means, your mother is not a good person? Didn't he? Don't forget, Dam, you're not good here. Mama will try to meet and talk to Petunia, only, Mama did not dare to promise this. But if Mama doesn't succeed in persuading him, what will you do?" ask Grace later.
"It doesn't matter what the decision is. Most importantly, Adam has tried to want the best for our son. Adam knew that Adam deserved his punishment" Adam replied.
In the end, Adam had no other choice, did he?
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