Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 42. Unconditional Love

Unconditional Love

(Unconditional love)

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Jakarta

Tama

"What's the talk?" Her eyes while patting the pillow that will be used by mom. Ensure its comfort when used.

Discussing all things related to Pocut in front of mama is definitely not a wise choice. Because he is still in a position of self-reliance. Whether the turmoil of the heart that is felt must be resolved. Or left alone until it fades by itself and then disappears in time.

Especially until a few hours ago, Pocut still asked for time. Another word to doubt. He certainly did not want to burden his mother by talking about uncertainty. Not time.

"Pokut ...." Mama muttered while shifting her seat so that she could lean her back to the head of the bed.

He just grinned while tucking a pillow to hold mom's waist.

"When you first came home ... Mama thinks she's single." This time my mom looked at him.

He has to prickle to neutralize awkwardness.

"It turns out his son was already three." Mom smiled. "The most mature age, huh?"

He nodded.

"When Pocut came home and was there .. What was the name of your acquaintance? Sara?" But mama hurriedly shook her head. "Not Sara. But Sa...."

Mama's forehead frowned at the sign of trying hard to remember something.

"Samara," he said.

"Yes ... Samara." Mama nodded. "Mom see and hear for yourself .. how Pocut faced Samara's dominant attitude."

He looked at my mother not understanding. The topic about Samara again reminded him of a misunderstanding with Pocut.

"The Pocut reaction is very smooth." Mom smiled. "Mama likes."

"That kind of attitude is what is needed to accompany people like you" continued mama unexpectedly.

"Stay calm in any situation. Wise and not easily provoked. But keep introspective with respect for others." Mom still smiles at him.

"What's the talk, Ma?" He again avoided asking the same question. There is absolutely no creative sentence.

But my mother can no longer be prevented. Mama again said, "Three children despite being small. Looks well educated."

He breathed a long breath.

"Tadi ... who read the memorization of the letter was his second son Pocut?"

He nodded. Immediately he remembered Umay who was smiling broadly as he said, "Ustadz Arif. Ustadz is all of our favorites." But he hastily dismissed the guess of who is really ustadz Arif. Why it can be everyone's favorite. Is it a Pocut favorite too? One thing was quite disturbing his curiosity.

"The smallest child .. Which woman is also familiar to you?"

He returned to throttling.

Unknowingly imagining Sasa's cheerful face as it ran towards him. The most unexpected moment that managed to raise his confidence level to the highest level. Because, never once did he get special treatment as Sasa did to him. One thing that is actually simple but full of meaning. A confession.

"Beautiful woman with sweet children" mummy mama.

He lowered his head to hide the smile. Didn't want mama to catch the luminescence of a taste that most likely emanated on her face.

"Mama is old, Tam ...."

Here we go again (we start again). After all, my father often said the same thing. My mom started doing it. Would all parents say the same thing to their children?

"Maybe my mother's life won't be long ...."

He shook. Then massage the legs of the outstretched mama in front of him. "Please pray for a long life. Mama's gonna see the Games."

"They want to be athletes" he continued, half hoping. "Later we both watch Reka fight to bring the name of Indonesia in the world level sports event."

Mama let out a long sigh as she muttered, "Aamiin ...."

"Hopefully Mama also still had time to see you happy," added mama while rubbing her shoulder. "Building a family with the right people. Have the world's best companion afterlife."

"Aamiin," he tried to smile at my mother. But it didn't work. Apparently due to the more domineering anxiety.

"Mama won't repeat the same mistake of setting you up, Tam." Mama looked back at him.

"Nor will you doubt anyone you bring."

"Mama completely believes in you."

He was getting more and more into massaging my mom's feet. Trying to divert the attention of mama so that she no longer talks about a mate for him.

"One message mama .. don't forget to pray before deciding the important things in life. Especially about marriage. My mom doesn't want you to fail again. Mama wants you to find the right person."

He immediately nodded, "Yes, Ma. Aye." Yeah."

"Now Mama rest ... it's night .. tomorrow must wake sahur ...." He covered my mother's feet and intended to get up. But my mother held her arm first.

"Did you hear from Ms. Rosyida .. if Pocut's husband died abroad? And the body never came back?"

It discourages the intention to move. Sit back next to the feet of the mother who has wrapped in a blanket.

Mama looked at him deeply before muttering softly, "You must be patient ...."

He looked at my mother not understanding.

"Died away husband forever that ... it feels inconceivable." Mama still looked at him sharply.

But gradually, the pair of webbed eyes began to fill with glass. "West ... suddenly lost the life support."

"Everytime those memories will remain in the heart." My mother tried to smile but failed. "Nobody can replace .. a person who was once half our lives."

"Mama is both old. Already lived together decades and saw for yourself how papa went ...." Mom's voice suddenly choked. "To this day still feel very lost."

"Moreover Pocut ...."

"Ma?" He tried to interrupt. Mama's assumption about the relationship between herself and Pocut has gone too far. But he himself has not moved even a little from the starting line.

Mama shook her head. Obviously not happy he kept interrupting.

"Pocut's age is young .. have many children who are small ... still need attention .. need the support of the husband .. his children need a father figure ... it takes a grip .. but destiny lays out the husband must be left behind in a tragic way."

Mama massaged her own chest, "It must be very imprinted on the heart. It's not easy to forget."

"You have to understand this." Mama rubbed her arm slowly. "It will certainly be very difficult to convince Pocut about re-establishing the future."

"Ma?" It cringes. "Mama was wrong ...."

"The heart can only be achieved with the heart." But Mama cut her words.

"If you were ready for all that might happen. Immediately ask for help .. to those who hold and control the heart of every human being."

He exhaled a long breath and half complained, "Mom think it's too far."

Mama shook her head. Then grabbed and clasped her hands tightly, "Mama always prayed for the best. Mom wants to see you happy. Living with the right companion."

At first glance, he clasped his hand tighter. Just agree with your mother's wishes about one day living happily with the right companion. Although until this moment, he has not been able to find a bright spot or guarantee of certainty.

Because he did not want to mama too late in the suspicion about himself and Pocut, he also hurriedly tidied up the blanket worn by mama.

"How far is it?" Ask your mom when she has made sure the blanket is neatly attached. "Have you asked for Rosyida's blessing?"

He looked down, "Not yet."

A second later, he laughed a little. Always like this. He who incidentally was awarded a gold pin for successfully uncovering a national-scale case, suddenly turned into a child who was learning to lie in front of parents. No longer able to pucker.

"Seek blessing first." But mama ignored her embarrassment at the heart's real revealed desire to the surface.

He shook his head, "We'll talk about it another time, Ma."

"Talk also with Cakra and Sada. They deserve to know." Mama stays in her stance.

"Yes, Ma. Now Mama rest first ...." He had to immediately stop the chattering mama. Moving to the side of the glass window. Check if the curtains have been closed perfectly without any gaps. Because you can't sleep well if there's a side window that's not covered in curtains.

"If you've asked for your blessing and talk to your sisters ...." But my mother insisted on the same thing. "Mama wants to talk to Pocut alone."

Again he had to sigh and exhale a long breath. Then go back to your bed and sit there.

"Not that far, Ma." He held my mother's hand at a glance. "Now Mama is resting. Don't think about it."

"So, it's been quiet with Dara." But Mama insisted on continuing to give. "Indeed, it's Sada's soul mate."

"Anja ... Mama sure ... also been with the right person."

"You're the one who hasn't." Mama sighs. "Where can you calm down?"

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"Wild, Mang." He said when Mang Jaja was struggling to close the door that led to the side terrace. "I want out."

Mang Jaja nodded then passed.

He intends to take off the stuff for a moment on the side terrace. As long as there is enough time to sleep. Before getting up and ready to eat sahur. A cigarette may be able to slightly parse his mind that began to fuss.

PR about the design is not yet complete. Now it grows with the fact that the mother already knows the half-baked plan.

Truth be told, he himself still could not be sure. Ready to cross the starting line. Complete every obstacle that comes. Focus on reaching the finish ribbon without but.

Or win the ego by turning around. Giving up before the match. Disappointing all the more day-long despair. Let go of the future that is always held.

"Mama agrees?"

He hissed as soon as he found Sada suddenly sitting on the terrace chair. Pulling a cigarette on the table. Then ignite. In an instant, the air around them was filled with white smoke.

"Or even zonk?" Sada grinned. "Until the face is so tangled."

He was silent and did not answer. Because his mind is crammed with reality, that the road that must be passed has many obstacles.

"Would you back off?" Sada chuckles.

He also laughed heartily.

"Daddy!" Sada was obviously mocking him. But he has no energy. Lazy to respond to Sada's glint.

"Nothing's up."

He sniffed.

"First time (first time) huh?" Sada returned to grinning.

It's just hissing. Enjoying the acidity of his mouth that suddenly sharpened.

"How hard is it to conquer someone?"

This time he laughed. Certainly contributed.

"Where did we talk about it?" Sada laughed mockingly. "Restu? Retreating? Conquering ways?"

He shook.

"That means you agree?" Guess Sada knows. "definitely. I can't agree mama."

"And the problem is (and the problem is)?" Sada again nodded at him with a question.

"Yourself (yourself)?" Sada even answered himself. Exactly anyway.

"Start doubting?" Sada is pressing.

He laughed even without a sound. Then he mumbled lazily, "Do you think?"

"Well!" Sada. But in a short time back put on a pretty serious facial expression, "She asked for time until when?"

He looked at Sada in astonishment. How could his sister be on target. "Damn it!"

Sada chuckled with satisfaction, "Experience proves."

He shakes in disbelief.

"That's just a trick to buy time" Sada sissed in a convincing style. "But the point ... you got her (you got it)."

He laughed wryly, "What's Valid plunging into this?"

"Ninety-nine point nine percent." Sada gave a thumbs up. "Tested!"

He grinned half a pout.

"That's exactly what it is ...." Sada nodded. "More steady. Feels struggle. Good luck."

It's just hissing.

"If you need a supporter .. I'm the same Dara ready in the front guard," muttered Sada this time while grinding cigarette sticks into the ashtray. Then get up and leave. As if intentionally giving her a chance to reflect back.

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