Rangga's Beloved Wife

Streets

In the eyes of Bagas, his mother was the most powerful person. Although chatty likes to nag if he does not comply. But never once snapped at him. Usually finished nagging the bunda apologized immediately. Mother in the eyes of Bagas is a strong woman. Work alone but someone helps.

After returning home from the funeral, Bagas was invited to Dufan. Who is not happy to Dufan, the playground of children. Bagas was first invited to the arena, which neighbors said only rich people could enter Dufan. His hand never escaped from the grasp of the mother. His eyes kept going around looking at what was in the area. The atmosphere of Dufan was bustling with various generations.

"Mother, Bagas want to ride it?" his hand pointed at the windmill-shaped game.

"Other things, gas. Mother is afraid to see the high." said Laras.

"Bagas wants that one. He said he could see the view from above." he exclaimed.

Laras had to give in to his son. Praying to remove her fear. Unlike the Bagas who are very carefree when given the opportunity to sit in the game area. Bagas casually said to his mother, "Mother do not be afraid, there is Bagas who take care of you. Bagas kan man." he said while hitting his chest.

Laras smiled at his son's words. His hands clasped tightly onto the tiny fingers that had grown big. In his eyes Bagas is still a baby figure that he gave birth to. And now that baby figure has grown into a handsome boy. Exactly the face of his father.

Arrive when the wheel turns. The barrel still suppresses his fear, especially when moving upwards. The closed eyes seemed to hear speech.

Sit, baby. If you still feel scared hold my hand.

Barrel slowly opened his eyes. In front of the sea looks beautiful. The smiling barrel looks at the scenery around the ancol from above. Same with Bagas who sounded cheerful looking at the scenery from above.

"Keren mother." said Bagas.

"Yes, kid. Cool." His hand rubbed his chest which was still filled with fear.

"Aren't you afraid to look at heights?" ask Laras.

Bagas shook his head, instead he was happy to be able to see from above.

You're just like your father, son. I like the altitude.

Bagas was happy to be invited to walk with his mother. They walk to each other hand in hand. When Bagas asked to enter the puppet palace, again Laras frowned. The queue is so long makes himself reluctant to be a line there. Moreover, he was the most lazy to wait for too long. Pity also Bagas who became the victim of the queue later. But the spirit of Bagas would not want to return to make himself succumb. The face of Bagas was radiant when entering the vehicle. Laras understands that being a mother has to give up a lot on her child.

Didn't feel they'd been exploring the rides in Dufan. It's time to go home. Laras invites Bagas to find a place to eat around Dufan. But unfortunately, he did not find a place that suits his taste.

"Mother, am I hungry?" whining.

"Awhile, son. Mother is also hungry but has not met the same rice." replied Laras.

"Why should rice? eat something else, can you?"

"What do you want?"

"I want your fried chicken." he exclaimed.

They finally found a small restaurant that turned out to provide fried chicken. Bagas seemed to be sitting with a henchman while opening the game on his phone. Long time he felt bored then put his phone in his pocket.

"Where is dear?"

"Fried chicken!" yells.

"Okay, papa over there order first, huh?" the boy nodded.

Bagas was only speechless at the sight before him. His heart began to rustle to see the child who could be with his father.

clique

"I told you, I don't want to be paired with Mila, ma. Mama I have a wife, I have to finish my business with Laras" said Rangga.

"Mom knows, son. But try to think logically. If Laras loves you, he won't leave you when he's critical. But what! He went with that man named Adul. He left the house when people were grieving the death of Oma. That's what you say is a loyal wife.

Mama has been patient enough to face the attitude of Laras who is difficult to know. Now you want to find him. Conscious, ga! only Mila was next to you when you were dying, not Laras."

Rangga remained adamant will seek the existence of Laras. Until now his love is only for Laras, had he not promised Ina so as not to hurt Laras' feelings. But what still stuck in his heart, is it true that Laras left himself with Adul.

"I have to go to Mala's mother's house. I'm sure Laras still lives there.

Aaaarggs! After almost a week in Indonesia. Why is this happening now!"

Rangga started his car to meet Laras at his in-laws' residence. He believed this was the most beautiful surprise for his wife. The long longing strings in the pendam feel very real. Memories after memories continued to roll in his memories. His face continued to glow at the meeting.

Moments later he stopped his car in an alley. But how amazing the housing around has changed a lot. Rangga passed the puskesmas where his wife had been treated. His hand held his chest, the heartbeat grew.

Assalamualaikum

Rangga was already standing at the door of her in-laws house. Knock for a knock he kept doing. No one replied, there was a moment when an old man came out of the house.

"Sorry, mom. Find who?"

Rangga was shocked not Laras who greeted him. An old man stood up to greet the guest who came to his house.

"There's a point, sir?"

"Who's line, mas. There's no such thing as Laras."

"Father don't joke, it's Laras's parents' house. There's no way he doesn't live here!"

"I've lived here for five years now. I don't know her name Laras." The man closed the door.

Rangga sat softly on the terrace of the old house Laras. I can't believe that Laras has really disappeared. Occasionally his hands rubbed his face violently. Breathe out its weight. Again he did not find the whereabouts of Laras.