Rangga's Beloved Wife

I'm not like that

Rangga walked limped towards Laras. The wife he's been looking for all this time. The woman who until now still filled the space of her heart. For years he tried to figure out the whereabouts of Laras. Prayers are directly the incarnation of Allah. The woman is in plain sight now. Eva looked at herself annoyed. Different from Sasti who encouraged him. The two women's look was very contradictory, but did not discourage Rangga's intention to meet Laras.

He was standing in front of his wife's bed. Yes for Rangga Laras still his wife status, never once did he intend to menalak Laras. Although his mother told him several times that Laras had signed their divorce papers.

Different from Baras. The woman chose to shut up and even threw away her face. It is reflected in how his life journey feels painful. How he lived his life with his son. Even though he still gets a good reception from the people around him.

Now Rangga is back after everything that happened. For Laras what Rangga is doing is currently just camouflage. The man's eyes are the same as Raya's. Of course he will be in boyong to Raya's house. Meet the people who hurt him. Laras doesn't want that. He also did not want Bagas made a tool for them.

"Bag,"

The voice appeared standing before Laras, Eva and Sasti. Sasti coded Eva to leave them both behind. Not long after the two came out of the treatment room. There were only Rangga and Laras both in the room.

The atmosphere of the treatment room Laras felt so tense. Not because the day has begun to go up in the afternoon, but a moment that awaited both. The real longing had already ambushed the two, yet one of them was reluctant to admit. His breath began to ambush the woman, finding an unexpected figure before him.

The man in front of him felt the same way. The heart feels so tight. Both are in the same room, there is no expression of them. Mutually silent, staring at each other, the atmosphere looked tense.

"Mas, you're satisfied, right? see me like this? this is what you want?" said Baras ketus.

"Ras, what do you mean?"

"Why surprised? surprised to see I'm still in good health. Oh yeah, well don't forget, I'll always be healthy to prove to you, if I'm not the Laras you're easy to break."

"Ras, I'm not like that. Who am I fighting to heal for? for you, Race. For our happiness."

"Mas, leave me alone. Have you not accepted the marriage of the family. I'm ready for you if you want to poke me."

"No, Race! I did not marry another woman. I love you, not another woman. Please, Ras. Don't say that again, I'll never divorce you no matter what."

Rangga hugged Laras body tightly. There was a small stuffing behind Rangga's big chest. She did not refuse when the man who was the status of her husband immediately smothered her body. Though her lips expressed disappointment in her husband. But her heart could not be lied to if she missed her husband.

"Mother!" the small voice broke the tension between the two.

"Om the Yusuf." The bagas back asked the man who was near his bunda.

"Yes, this is Yusuf. How are you doing Bagas?"

"Om know my mother?"ask Bagas.

"Ras, is he my son?" Rangga looked at Laras asking for certainty about Bagas.

The barrel is silent. Still struggling with his fear if Rangga will take Bagas from him.

"Om don't get angry at you. Bagas does not want to be the same anymore." Bagas held his waist. He was afraid that Rangga would mess with his mother.

"Om wants to be together with Bagas. Can you?"

"Om can you hug Bagas?"

Again Bagas did not want to release his hand from the waist of Laras.

"Gas, can't you like that? if anyone wants to be close to Bagas must be received well. Want to have no more friends?" Bagas shook his head and then let go of his hand.

"Sorry Bagas, um."

"Om can't hug Bagas?" Bagas weakly nudged.

Rangga immediately scattered his body towards Bagas. A hug from a father who missed his son. Laras stared at it with a circle of tears that drenched his face.

"From now on call me father."

prok .. prok .. prok ...

"Cool, treat the spectacle like a soap opera you display, Laras. It's great! after you cheated with your hometown friend, you continued to sell tears to attract the sympathy of my son. You think I'd easily believe that. You forgot Laras, you who left the house, left Rangga who struggled in a coma. Now, you want to be admitted again with Rangga. And this kid? I'm sure he's the son of your affair. What's-her-name? the man who picked you up when he left home."

Raya suddenly appeared in the middle of the blue raging atmosphere between Rangga and Laras. Of course he knows Rangga's whereabouts from his phone contact tracker maps. For Raya, finding the Baras was easy. Because it was a year ago that he had cast a spy.

"Great Mother" said Laras when he saw the appearance of his mother-in-law.

Laras refused to call Raya by the name of mama. Because for him a mother should protect, not even give her own fear.

"How are you, Laras? I hear you're working with Jihan now. Wow cool. Do you know who Jihan is? or should I tell you."

"No need, Mom. I know who Ms. Jihan is. It has no effect on me. If you came here just to provoke a commotion here, the door is already waiting for you there.

And bring home your favorite child if you don't want to be nosy."

Raya looked carefully at Bagas' face. I don't know why he's no stranger to that kid's face. Bagas continued to hold his bunda when he saw Raya coming. Like frightened. "Mother, Bagas is afraid."

"Calm down, Gas. Is there a father here?" Rangga calms Bagas.

"Mas, I beg you better go. rather than make everything more pointed." Laras told Rangga.