Prayer of the Worthwhile. Taligama Lotus
Part 9's
"Hey....who are you?" suddenly a voice that was loud enough to make Marko surprised.
"Sa-I Marko, sir, his friend Marwah," the young man replied straightforwardly.
"Papa, Marko," came the voice of the beautiful girl he was carrying.
"Bah, this is Marko, the Marwah minister, Marko knows this is my papa," Marwah introduced Marko to his papa.
"Marko, Om," said the young man politely and shook the hand of the gallant man before him.
"Subroto Atmojo, just call Om Broto."
"Om OK."
"Marwah, invite his friend in," came the voice of an adult woman from the porch of the house.
"Yes Mah, come in soon" replied Marwah.
The three of them walked together to the terrace, there waiting for his mother Marwah with a friendly smile, Marko was introduced to women who still look beautiful despite their age.
After talking and getting to know enough of the young man who had helped and delivered home the daughter of the parents who looked so fond of the beautiful girl, Marko pleaded, because it was night, afraid if his mother was looking.
Marko came home with the driver of the Subroto family, until the mouth of the alley that went to his house, did not forget he was grateful to the family driver of the girl who began to reign in his heart.
As the friendship between Marko and Marwah grew closer, the modest young man full of achievement often visited Marwah's house, even at the invitation of Mr. Subroto.
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Drrr....
Shake the latest smartphone in a suit pocket, restore long daydreams during meetings and his first introduction to Marwah.
Staring for a moment at the flat screen in his hand, the name of the woman who gave birth to him on the screen, a sense of reluctance to accept the call, but deep down he did not want to hurt his mother's feelings.
"Assalamualaikum, ma'am."
Alaaikumsalam, son don't forget tonight's dinner with the Jeng Asih family, you don't get late.
"God willing, Mom, Marko needs to be on time, what do you want to bring?"
Do not take anything, just you come, acquaintance with Sinta was already making Mother smile.
a sigh was heard before Marko agreed to his mother's request for a second time.
"God willing, ma'am, just acquaintances, right?"
Wes is up to koe, the important thing is not to be late tonight, assalamualaikum.
"Alaaikumsalam, I take care of my health."
Tuuut..tuuut..tuuut.., only that voice was heard from the flat object he still held, Marko knew if his mother was a little irritated at him, because he always avoids when asking when to get married, even always avoid if introduced to the woman of his mother's choice.
Marwah is still enthroned in Marko's heart, that is the reason why until now he is still single, there has never been the intention to switch hearts, bucin if children today say.
When the heart is hurt by love, the world feels will end, the new business is threatened with bankruptcy, undeniably its decline makes the mother grow angry, hatred for the woman so fond of her child is more piled up.
"Mas," the gentle call of the woman who was still the queen of his heart, broke Marko's long daydream.
"Yes Mar, what's wrong?" Marko approached, with a smile that adorned his handsome face.
"When I can go home, I feel better." Honestly, actually, that is not what Marwah wants to ask, he knows if Marko is harboring something that worries his heart, but there is a sense of hesitation if asking all that.
"Patience, tomorrow we ask the doctor, have you rest, do not mind much," Marko replied gently.
Mas, mas, it is precisely you who are thinking a lot, you who need to rest, Marwah chanted in the heart.
The gaze of the man who always faithfully accompanied him from the start of treatment until now, even to be willing to leave his job, was inversely proportional to Sudrajad, when he had an accident he used to only visit once in a while, she was the one who took care of him and accompanied him to get out of the hospital.
Marwah's left chest throbbed with pain as she recalled the woman who had given birth to her, the mounting longing in her pride made tears wash over her cheeks, this did not escape the attention of Marko who had been busy with his macbox.
Put the macbox that always accompany work on the nightstand, then sit on the edge of the bed, "What else, what bothers your mind?" asked Marko in a soft voice while rubbing Marwah's wet cheeks.
"I remember Mama, we hadn't seen each other in a long time, and I didn't even know how she was last? Mas Isman deliberately kept my mother away from my family," his sobbing became more and more apparent.
Marko corrected his seat so that he could embrace the frail body of his woman, then leaned his head covered with hijab on the front of his field, slowly wipe it quiet that feels thin when touched.
"God willing I help find out the whereabouts of the mother as well as the family Mas Isman, you do not think much, remember your health condition, remember the children, have not been sad again." cupped a plain face without ever touched make up with both hands.
"Yes Mas, thank you so much for always helping." looped Marwah's arms around Marko's waist to find comfort.
Marko hugged the woman who needed protection and attention, even promised to always be next to her at the risk of being hostile to her mother, if she knew this.
Marwah is so enjoying the atmosphere that feels romantic with the man of his first love, want time to stop now, selfish if he denies if maybe the man who was hugging him tightly has a family, has a family, his wife and son are waiting at home.
I really want to feel like being the only woman in a man's life that still means so much in his life, pray if he wants it, the feeling in his chest churns between maintaining his ego and the reality that exists, until the breath feels heavy to fill his chest cavity.
"Mar, your husband how are you? indeed he does not know your condition, to the extent that it does not look at you," asked Marko suddenly disturbed the atmosphere of shahdu they both.
Stretched a circle of hands on the waist of the man who was looking at him intensely, trying to weld the gaze in the depths of the hazel bead that he had always liked so much. There was an impetus in his heart, whether to honestly challenge his current status or cover it up.
"Hey, is the problem? why even daydream?" rub that tapered cheek.
"Mas, what about your family if you stay here? is your wife not angry? is your son not looking for his father?" asked a question to cover up his heart's anxiety.
"It was behind her, hmmm." said Marko as he pinched the tip of Marwah's nose.
"Seriously mas, am I nanya?'
"Yes, I'm serious about it too, not that I get answers to questions."
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Will Marwah be honest with her status? how did Marko respond? wait for the next story.
