
Bas pondered, thinking about what his father had said.
True indeed the man's words, he had to think about the comfort and safety of Nilam, before making the girl a companion for life.
But, that means he has to extend his patience to invite his lover? Hah, Bas is feeling tormented at the moment.
"Why did your father come here, Bas?" Ms Rahma came to approach her son, who was relaxing enjoying a cigarette on the porch of the house. The woman sat down in the wooden chair next to Baskara.
Bas turned his head, slightly surprised by the sudden presence of the mother. He saw a dislike look clearly on his mother's face.
"There's nothing, ma'am. Just have a normal conversation." said Bas at last.
"But, I was vaguely horrified by your chat. Do you intend to make a home?" scowl that woman again.
The bus breathed deeply. He refused to tell his mother the truth, because she would have protested a lot. But he also could not hide his plans with his father.
"Why make a house anyway, Bas? Is this not big enough? Just fix this first, don't hear what your father said. Is he willing to help with the cost?"
This is what Bas does not like about the mother, always relying on the neck muscles every talk. High voice and unpleasant face, the woman never hide when she feels dislike for something.
"Where else would this house be renovated, Mom? Everything was still fine." asked Bas in surprise, because only a few months ago his mother asked for money to fix the kitchen and bathroom.
"At the same time, me and my husband are both adults. One day we will definitely be married, can't we live together in one house? Not to mention, later we will both have children, want to sleep where our children?"
"But that's a long way off, Bas! Satria is also just learning to work, there is no way she thinks of getting married anytime soon. I don't agree that you make a home! Mother wants us all to gather here." asserted the woman, then left her son.
Baskara could only massage his forehead which was suddenly dizzy. The atmosphere of the house like this, would he give it to Nilam? She could eat her liver every day. Not to mention having to deal with Utari, the mother's favorite child.
"Where are you going, Bas?" mama asked Rahma, when she saw her son had changed clothes.
"To Indra's uncle's house, ma'am."
Hearing his son's answer, the mother of three children melengos.
"Don't eat there, later. I've cooked for you at home" he said as he passed.
"Yes, Mom. I'll go first."
Bas continued on, ignoring his mother's bent face.
Come to think of it, Bas feels funny about his life.
He was always looked at one eye by his birth mother. Never considered right, whatever is done. His relationship with his father was tenuous, because he was consumed by the words of the mother. He felt the chaos of his family sourced from the man who chose to be double, and did not care for the family.
It was his Indra uncle who gave him support, who encouraged him and fostered his confidence to rise.
No matter how bad people judge him, who likes to get drunk and gamble, the uncle's family still treats him well. That's what amazed Bas in the Nilam family.
Moreover, at this moment, the girl from that family who had filled her heart, she increasingly wanted to be close to that family.