SECOND LOVE

CHAPTER 113

Nilam could only take a deep breath, then exhale slowly, in order to unravel the unpleasant feelings in his heart, because he heard Utari's words.

He doesn't know, what's wrong with him? Why was the woman younger than him being so unfriendly towards him?

Even the gift that Nilam gave to Utari and the child, was not ignored by the woman at all. But Nilam did not want to take heart, did not want to poison his mind with destructive negative things.

"Honey," Bas rubbed Nilam's knee in his back.

"Why be quiet? Is there a problem?" ask Baskara again, when Nilam just hugged her tighter, without saying a word.

"What problems? Nothing" said the girl with a small naughtiness.

There's no way he's telling his discomfort over Utari's attitude, is it?

Bas nodded, as his hands continued to gently rubbed Nilam's knees. I hope that Nilam's words are true, if all is well. Although her little heart felt, there was something different about the look on her lover's face at this time.

"Where was that? Mama Sama Utari does not make you uncomfortable, right, baby?" Bas asked again after the two were both silent for a while.

"Nope, mas. They're kind. Why why?"

"No, I'm afraid they're acting the same way as you. If there's anything tell you, yeah?"

Nilam didn't know what to say. He was flattered, because Bas was so protective of him. But he is not a man who likes to complain. It felt too whiny if the trivial problem he had to convey to Bas.

"Why do you always have bad prejudices? It's not good ...."

"Mas knows, but when it comes to you, I'm always afraid someone will hurt you, baby."

Nilam felt drifting made Bas. He further tightened his embrace on the waist of the lover.

"I'm not that weak, Mom. Experience taught me a lot of things, so do not worry about me too much yes, I can take care of myself anyway."

The hand, which was originally on the knee of Nile, now turns to crush the fingers that are attached to his stomach.

"Don't let anyone bully you, baby. Whoever he is, if he bullies you, fight! Don't feel bad, even if it's your own family. Give me permission for that," Baskara said again.

He knows what his mother and sister are like. Think Bas, maybe this time they're good, but the day after tomorrow who knows? That's why Bas emphasized his words today, before all happened.

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The bus just drove his girlfriend home, because he had to meet with Galang later tonight. The plan was to invite his best friend to work with him outside the city.

"Not sit down, son?" asked Bu Sukma, when the bus was about to say goodbye.

"No Bi, I still have business later" said Bas.

"Ooh yeah, be careful on the road."

"Yes, later the aunt said," replied Bu Sukma again.

The bus passed, accompanied by a wave of hands from Nilam.

Not until fifteen minutes, the motorbike was parked in the yard of his house again. The bus rushed in, about to clean up.

At first glance he saw the shopping bag that Nilam brought a moment ago, still lying in the living room, under the sofa. But he ignored it. The bus went straight into his room to pick up a change of clothes and intend to clean up. No one was seen in the house. Maybe Utari and her mother were doing activities in the backyard, Bas did not know.

After all the rituals were over, Bas called his mother to say goodbye.

"Mom, Mother," he called as he stepped behind the house.

"Yes ...!" sahut the mother. Apparently the woman was cleaning the grass that began to rise in between the vegetables she planted.

"I want to go out to see Galang" said Bas to his mother.

"So you didn't ask him to work there?"

"So, Mom. This is why I want to meet him."

"Why are you looking for him? He should have come here. Does he need you?" the middle-aged woman protested.

"Ck, same thing, ma'am. I'm out first." Bus was about to leave in front of his mother.

"Eeh wait a minute! You will eat at home, right? I haven't bought any side dishes. The rest of it was noon."

"No. I might be a little lazy to go home. Don't eat for me" replied Bas.

"But your sister said she wanted to make chicken sambel matah--"

"Yes make. Yes, Mom, I'll go first." The bus did not give his mother a chance to continue. He knew where his mother meant. But Bas refused to respond, because the edges must be money.

Sometimes he thinks, why is the nature of his mother inversely proportional to the nature of Bu Sukma?

The woman who gave birth to him always saw herself as a money-making machine. If he is able to give according to his mother's will, he will be considered king. But if not, he was nothing more than a pest in the middle-aged woman's eyes.

But nevertheless, Ms Rahma remains the woman she cares for, whom she respects, despite often making her feel hurt.

As much as possible Bas survived, because he was the firstborn who had the responsibility of looking after the family.

But the story is different if he has a family later, he must prioritize the comfort of his partner. Guarding and protecting Nilam was the first, only after that his other family.