SECOND LOVE

CHAPTERS 142

Ever feel tired and want to give up? Ever feel disappointed and desperate?

Have you ever felt like you did so much, but did nothing?

I want to close my eyes, no matter day or night. Allowing all negative feelings to swarm, pinch, bite, whip, sharpen feelings to create a bloody and pus-filled wound.

That feeling is what Baskara is now absorbed, until without feeling her tears dripping endlessly. Everything he did was in vain. Struggling to establish themselves for Nilam, trying to give happiness to the family, regardless of health, even often ignore the desire to buy something he wants.

But what reply did he get? Nilam chose to give up, and it was all because of his family.

Is it wrong for him to have been born into this world? Would he be damned if he felt disappointed to have been thousands of figures of women who had given birth to him into the world? Cursed he if at one time felt reluctant to acknowledge Utari as his sister?

When other people love him like a real child, accepting no matter what his past was like, then why did his own family throw dirt on his face? Not only did it make her lose love, but it also created a sense of guilt for both Nilam's parents.

They, uncle and aunt who are also the parents of his lover, are a couple whom he greatly respects. The one who has always supported him for a long time. Which leads him to become a better person. Never looked at him one eye, even though everyone branded him an unemployed and delinquent youth. They embrace it, cultivate her confidence, grab her hands to get up and stand on their own. Unlike the mother, who often throws painful sentences. Dropping his mentality and self-esteem, being unfair to him and his sisters.

What should he do now? Does he still have a face in front of his uncle, after all this has happened?

The complexity that greeted his life, made him unable to enjoy the breeze on the hill where he was pensive now. Escaping to a quieter place, sitting pensively under a towering pine tree, hoping to reach inner calm, but the boisterousness in his head would not stop, making him even more frustrated.

The bus got up, stepped towards the cliff in front of it that looked steep, with shrubs filling its surface. He screamed loudly in that place. Trying to let out a noise that made his head feel buzzing.

Repeatedly he did so, until his voice was hoarse and breathing heavily. The bus sat down again. Eyes closed. Only then could he feel the coolness that greeted the surface of his skin. For a moment he could forget the problems he was facing.

"Wake up, face it all like a knight," a soft voice greeted Bas's ears making the man gasp in shock. He looks around. Slender. The hill was still desolate, not a single shadow flashed there. A moment of bus. Whose voice is that? But after that, he rose up and took his feet to obey where his heart leads.

A quiet atmosphere enveloped the living room in Nilam's house. Bas sat with his head lowered, surrounded by the confused gazes of those around him.

"What's up, Bas? Why did you ask me to come here?" surya broke the silence after his mother and wife served drinks.

Baskara's appearance that looks tangled, making the mind of Surya and others, prejudiced that is not.

"Bas, what's going on? Don't do this. Wake up," Pinta Pak Indra grabbed the shoulder of his son-in-law.

"I'm sorry Uncle. Sorry for disappointing my uncle's expectations. I failed, I couldn't take good care of Nilam" he said in a hoarse voice.

All who heard him were shocked. Their expressions are different from each other.

"What do you mean, Baskara? What happened to Nilam?" Bu Sukma asked with a trembling voice. Bad thoughts mess with his feelings.

"Say the obvious, Bas! What the hell is going on?" Surya also could not resist emotions. His voice rose, unlike before who greeted Baskara kindly.

Baskara sat back down after Mr. Indra patted his shoulder.

He looked at everything in the room with his eyes.

"Nilam wants to cancel our wedding. And asked me to find another woman" he said with teary eyes.

Screech him? But every time he remembered Nilam's words, his heart always felt pain.

"What does that mean?" Now it was Mr. Indra's turn to ask

And finally with mixed feelings, between shame and sadness, Baskara explained everything. Of course he missed the insults that were thrown from his mother's mouth. He could not repeat that inappropriate sentence to the people before him.

"Pardon my family's attitude, especially Utari who was too meddling. But I really don't want this to happen. Uncle, Mas Surya, I want everything to go as it should. Can you guys help me?"

"Bas, sorry about earlier. Mba does not intend to interfere in the internal affairs of your family. But here mba positioned herself as a woman. Not defending Nilam, no. Mba just gave me a look." Diana interrupted, making everyone's attention turn to her. "As a married woman, there are limits that should not be crossed in our parents' homes, no matter how close we are to other family members. Especially when brothers already have wives, there are limits that we cannot break there. You can ask your mom and dad here. Although after marriage mba live not too far from the parents, if there is something you need in this house, mba certainly ask permission to Citra as a daughter-in-law. Not because he is pretentious, but mba respects him, who will later be the first person sought when the father and mother need something. Because he's in charge of this house. While mba, have the same responsibilities, but in the house of the husband mba. Well now, if the attitude of your sister always wants to organize and rule in your mother's house, how will Nilam carry out his role as a daughter-in-law there? Is he just going to have an obligation, without a right to speak?" diana asked Baskara.

"How are you going to give him a sense of comfort, if everything he does is arranged by someone else? It's only in the beginning, your sister has dared to go that far. How about, when you guys are home? It feels like breathing even a sister mba there, not separated from the control of the Utari." Diana could not help but be annoyed, until she pressed her last sentence with a sinister smile on her lips.

Who accepts when the sister who is at home is always treated well, instead accepts a bad attitude in the house of others?