Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 96. There Would be No Love in My Life

There would be no love in my life

(There is no love in my life)

taken from the lyrics to the song "How do i live" sung by Trisha Yearwood and is the OST of the film "Con Air" starring Nicholas Cage).

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Days Without you

Surabaya

Quintessence

He immediately collapsed and almost fell if only Pram did not directly hug him. Reka started a fight revealed by the homeroom actually made her heart crumble.

He sobbed in the chest of Pram's mas who continued to try to calm. His heart ached not playing when he found a battered face Reka. Getting sick because Reka came alone to Surabaya without being accompanied by anyone. It hurts even more when Tama just ignores it. It is more important to finish the material in class than to solve the problem of Design. And it hurts so much so many times when you hear the reason for the fight.

If this is the case, who is wrong?

Was himself? Mas Tama's? Or the woman who in an instant managed to turn mas Tama into a stranger? Someone he doesn't know at all.

"I was wrong?" His waves with tears. "I'm always wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong" replied Mas Pram as he rubbed his back gently. Trying to give her peace. "You're a good mother. Now you are just afraid that something bad will happen to Reka. Don't let this fear take hold of you, baby."

"Give me a little space. Don't take everything on your own," continued mas Pram. "Remove the negatives. Don't let them take over at a crucial time like this."

"Last moments with Design." Mas Pram kissed her hair deeply. "Should be put to the best use. I know you can do this very well."

He must wash his face first in order to eliminate reddened eyes after crying. Then apply concealer to cover the circles under the eyes. And lastly, rub the lipstick so that it does not look pale.

"Mother's crying?" Ask Rikk after they sit side by side. For almost fifteen minutes just silence each other in front of a television screen that is showing the latest action film.

He took a deep breath before exhaling it slowly. "So Mother called dad."

Deka.

"It turns out you didn't know that they were fighting at school." He looked at the still staggered Reka.

"Why did Mother call Dad?" The face of the design turned moody.

"Mother worries guess what," cut it quickly.

"I'm not okay!" Answer Ketus.

"But I still have to know, Reka. Mother asked father to solve problems at school. It's gone too far."

"Bun?" The water face of the design is getting turbid. "I'm all right! Really."

Design, oh Reka... is as serious as this is considered okay? I don't know the idea of where a teenage boy can make fun of a parent with the worst language. This is definitely not a small thing that can be left. Moreover, he knows very well if his former family-in-law is still a permanent donor in Pusaka Bangsa. It really does not make sense if the funders actually get uncomfortable treatment.

"Yes." Yeah." He nodded. "They might be okay. But Mother is nothing. Let me act later."

The designer looked at him with a disappointed expression. But not saying a word. Back to concentrating on watching action-packed action movies.

And out of nowhere suddenly he wanted to hug Reka. It holds the one most precious treasure that it will soon leave behind.

"I'm sorry, Mommy" whispered behind the back of Reka who has now turned into an athletic figure. No longer his little son who was thick and tender when hugged.

"Sorry, Mother," he whispered again, though he did not know to apologize for the part where so many mistakes and mistakes have been made.

The originally hard and stiff body slowly began to melt. The designers even returned a hug until they finally sobbed together.

He also promised himself to spend the last moments with Reka with fun. Which can be remembered every time you miss coming to say hello. Who can encourage him in his recovery. And that will always remind him of his wonderful future as a family. He, Reka, mas Pram, and the future sister of Reka later.

"Aren't they in Jakarta?" He asked as he lay with Reka on the same bed. Yes, for the past three days, he wanted to spend every night with Reka.

Just remembering the past. When the design is still fragrant telon oil and baby powder. Still hugging her tight all night. Still whining and crying every time he went to the hospital.

"Stenny," replied Briefly.

"Daddy is the same or has it changed?"

"meaning?" The look at him did not understand.

"Still love to the designer, right? Or more affectionate to the new sisters of Reka?"

The plan was silent for a moment. "Dear, please."

"New mother Good design, isn't she?"

"Okay" replied the designer quickly. But the next sentence was completely unexpected. "Udah, yes, Bun. I'm sleepy. Going to sleep."

He breathed a long and heavy breath. The design shows a very real reluctance when he starts to wonder about the new family mas Tama. Is that so happy for you, Mom? To the extent that Reka did not want to answer. It must be because Reka feels bad if you have to tell her your happiness.

"Have they started to love the new mother yet? Just like that many sisters?" But his curiosity was truly unstoppable.

There's no answer.

"Daddy still like it used to be or has it changed?" He asked back. "Mother look at the reception time, daddy smiles constantly. I think it's really happy, huh?"

Still no answer.

"Daddy, don't you, Reka? Tell Mommy that you love stepbrothers more than Reka."

Silent.

"Which mole plans, to the original Mother or the new mother?"

But what was heard was precisely a smooth snoring sound. Apparently because Reka had fallen asleep. Design, oh, Design .... May Reka happily live with dad's new family. And hopefully Reka doesn't forget mom. Mother loves you so much. Always.

"What do they want?" The next day they walked around the Mall. "Pending to buy."

Reka shakes.

It offers the latest gadgets, the most up-to-date gaming computers, and other cutting-edge electronic products.

But Reka kept shaking. "No need, Bun. I have it all."

He took a deep breath while continuing to turn his brain. Look around if what items can impress the designer.

She whispered in Pram's ear and her husband nodded in agreement. Before finally speaking with a raised nose. "Car?"

Reka cringing wonder.

But he smiled happily. "Mother and father Pram gift Car design. Yeah, Mas, huh?" He glanced at the smiling Pram mas.

"As a sign of love and affection Mother is also Pram's father to Reka." He hugged the dumbstruck Reka.

"Just choose which car, which car." Mas Pram also hugged Reka. "The coolest thing is definitely."

And Pram mas speech increasingly makes Reka dumbfounded. "Car-mobile?"

He and Pram laughed together. "Truly car, Design. Original car."

But Reka shook her head. "No, Bun. Thanks though. It will be 17 years."

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Flower

Tama

After closing Kinan's call unilaterally, he went through the rest of the day with a branched mind. No longer able to concentrate when following the material in class or activities in the field.

"We're all talking about it." In the afternoon, he could contact Kinan.

"Yes. Mas must make a calculation with the school," Kinan replied in a trembling voice. "If you need to change schools."

"I'm heartbroken They're treated like this." Kinan continued to scatter without giving him a chance to speak.

"This includes heavyweight bullying. How could the son of a donor still get bullied? What's his name if it's not irony?"

"Wait!" He tried to stop Kinan. "They were flanked at school?"

I heard the sound of long breaths. "Mas can ask himself to Mas' new wife. I can't tell you that."

"Don't take Pocut for this business." He growled furiously. "Now you live the story. No need to involve Pocut."

"Sad that you're the same as him, Mom? Obviously Reka lives with Mas's new wife. He must also be responsible!"

He massaged the temple which began to throb. "What do you want, Kinan?"

"First, move the Design from the Heritage of Nations! Second, do not let the new wife choose you! And third ... I hope this is the last event of the battered Design!" Kinan's voice sounded so emotional.

"I won't forgive you, Mom. If something like this happens again!"

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Jakarta

Pocktail

As soon as Reka left for Surabaya, the next night Tama called in a stiff voice.

"Yes, Mom." Tama did not even say the opening sentence as simple as hello. Straight to the point.

"You don't tell stories."

He can't answer.

"That night we talked on the phone. But you didn't tell me anything about Reka."

"Sorry ...." He's really apologizing. "I don't want to disturb the concentration there."

"For something as important as this you should have told." Tama's voice sounded regretful of her decision. "Don't delay let alone hide."

"I-I'm not hiding, Mom." He rejected Tama's last words which to him sounded like an accusation. "I just want to tell you at the right time."

"That night I said I was tired." This will probably be his first fight. "I think I can tell you tomorrow."

"Yes, hunt Kinan call first." Tama's voice was complaining. "In front of him you immediately tell me if anything happens to the children. Don't procrastinate."

He was silent and silent. But I do it in the heart.

Tama too. No more saying even though their phones are still connected.

For a few moments, no one spoke.

It still fumbles on the situation. Is Tama angry with him? Does Tama think it's not good to take care of Reka? Was Tama disappointed with her choice of attitude?

"What actually made Rita fight?"

He took a breath before asking. "Mba Kinanti hasn't told you?"

Laugh but it sounds bad. "You two make a deal or what? I am nanya Kinan, she told you to. Now you've been talking to me, but back to Kinan again."

He went back to silence.

"Serious reason?" Guess Tama. "Seriously what?"

He remained silent until Tama finally made her decision. "We talked at home. This weekend I'm home."

Tama's weekend really comes to the door. Sasa immediately rushed into the embrace. Umay is behind. Serocos relentlessly recounts all the interesting events during Tama's absence at home.

"She cheated, Pa." Report Umay. "Once grandma came here, Sasa immediately moved to sleep in Papa's room with mom. Cheating, right? Promise to sleep alone. But?" Umay shrugged with a serious pretentious face.

"That's not cheating, brother!" Sasa Protests. "It's just pity for my mom to sleep alone. So be victorious, deh. If grandma right .. can sleep with Sparkle in Sasa's room. Hihih ...."

"Now Papa's home, where's Sasa sleeping?" Tama glanced at him.

"Ngng ... in Sasa's own room," replied Sasa quickly. "Every night said grandma, Sasa had to sleep alone so that Papa and Mama could be alone. Hihih ...."

Tama didn't get to tell him anything. Because Sasa and Umay immediately monopolized her husband. Jockeying to tell each other funny things until the three of them laughed.

While Icad and Reka just fell silent to the behavior of his two sisters who were too excited and even excessive in welcoming Tama's return.

He only gets a brief hug from behind plus a quick kiss on the top of his head while cooking for dinner in the kitchen. Really short and fleeting can not linger. Because Yuni and mamak are back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room preparing dishes.

"Kangen is my wife" whispered Tama before returning to the living room because Sasa had been calling.

After dinner, Tama still took the time to play chess with Reka and Icad. 1 against 2. While he delivered Sasa to sleep with mamak.

"I'll move on" Tama said when she found Umay snoring on the living room carpet. Right next to Reka and Icad who are still fun playing chess against Tama.

He could even finish reading the level 1 handout during Tama's wait. Caught up and finally fell asleep. And was shocked when someone suddenly turned his body.

He who was still half asleep could not dodge when Tama vented the waves without being held back. Parting for two more weeks made him a little too busy because Tama did not change in the least. It is getting more savage and vicious.

When all was over, Tama immediately grabbed her head to lie on her arms even though she was still trying to normalize her breathing.

"Why think?" Tama's whisper while kissing her forehead softly.

"There are words of his offending friend." He tried to answer diplomatically.

"Dibuly?" Guess Tama.

"Like that" he answered briefly.

"severe. Is there still something like this in there?" Tama shook her head.

"Since the case of Anja, the performance of Pusaka Bangsa HR has been identified. It hasn't changed either." Tama's voice sounded growling.

"How bad?" Tama grabbed her chin until they exchanged glances. "Concerning self-esteem or just an ABG joke? Need to be followed up or simply warned?"

Her cheeks blushed because Tama's sharp gaze felt so piercing. But he still gave the best answer. "Dear good boy, Mas. The fight is a response to the action. The designer only reacts by defending himself. I can understand."

Tama still looks at him. "Who's the subject of the mockery? Own design? His family?"

He reached out to wipe the line of Tama's sideburns that felt clean and smooth. It seems like she shaves every day. "We both."

Tama caught her hand with glittering eyes.

He tried to smile. "Me and Mba Kinan are the ingredients of the mockery of Reka's friends."

"What did they say about you?" Tama's eyes are getting shiny. And this worries him.

But he still tried to smile even though it was difficult. "I forgot, Mom. The point is, the design defends itself. Not intentionally starting let alone intend to hurt. Good design boy. He just needs our attention and support."

He could not say the real reason Reka went on a rampage at school. The glint that appeared in both of Tama's eyes already explained everything. If Tama can do anything to solve this problem.

He didn't want Tama to burn with emotion. Didn't want Tama to act rashly just because of the teasing of a dozen-year-old child who has not understood the meaning of life. I don't want Tama to be mistaken in her decision.

"Do they need to change schools?"

His finger retraced the Tama line. "That's the decision of mas and mba Kinanti. With the approval of the design. I'm ...."

"You're the Mama of Reka now." Tama cupped and rubbed her cheeks gently. "You have the right to give your opinion."

He looked at Tama. "They need to move if he wants to move."

And the reply of Reka as the three of them sat together in the living room was shocking.

"Well, should it move? Cape keeps moving."

He and Tama looked at each other.

"Part of the kids are also stuck. Don't you dare to fuck around."

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Ravishness

The tall guy who had been his sitting friend during a train trip from Jogja to Jakarta was immediately successful in becoming a new star of Pusaka Bangsa.

Cool. As her girlfriends say.

"They're really cute again, Jor. Cuek cuek how is that." Hira giggled to himself every time he talked about Reka.

"Well swimming again. Future athlete." Hira's eyes glared. "Kayang not anyway, if one day we drag the waves or to the current. Trus Reka desperately dyed us? Ugh, so sweet .. best romantic ever."

Almost every day girls come to their classes just to find Reka. No exception Driti and Tanvi, the most hit girl duo throughout Pusaka Bangsa.

Countless times have Driti saved boxes of chocolates or gifts to the drawer of the Design table. But never disembarked.

"Yes, geez. My chocolate is dicuekin," complained Driti when he found all the gifts piled up in the corner drawer Design.

Tanvi doesn't want to miss. Also keep the gift into the drawer of the Design table. But his fate is the same as that of Driti. Dicekin.

"Uhg, the more he cuek .. The more you do not, anyway?" Tanvi said fiery like people were campaigning. "Make me curious."

And to the cool of the Roses became more and more in the eyes of the girls as the Heritage of Nations when bravely helped Gupta from the months of school, Agler and Edgard.

"Ugh, really no knight, anyway?" Hira's eyes were getting better when he saw the heroic actions of Reka. Because all this time, no one dared to resist the domination of Agler and Edgard.

But all that does not make it dissolve in the euphoria of Reka mania. Besides because he already has his own first love. Also because the design is actually not as perfect as it looks.

"His mother was sick again until she had to be treated abroad," he said when Hira was amazed because he was not interested in Reka at all. "Sick in quotes, yes."

"Huh? Seriously?" Hira's eyes widened. "Sick quotes how?"

"Trus yesterday, his bokapnya also just married again," he added half sneered. Recall the chatter mami and other invited guests about gossip who exactly the bride is sitting in the brides.

It's just that he never thought if his prank flips caused problems later on.

A very regrettable issue.

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Holy Mother

Supposedly, he is more able to behave professionally while carrying out duties as a counseling guidance teacher at school. But the hospitality he has evaporated when faced with the case of new transfer students from Surabaya.

Gemintang Rekata Yuda's. Grandson of the former Wakapolri who is also a permanent donor of National Heritage. Reminds him of the grief of his beloved niece, Samara. A beautiful girl who was made heartbroken to the point of having to be hospitalized.

For him, the professional only has a name.

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