SECOND LOVE

CHAPTER 146

The cynical look from Bu Rahma and Utari was still Nilam getting when the two women came to the hospital. But unlike yesterday, this time there was not a word that came out of the mouth of the mother and child, to corner Nilam.

Nilam did the same. Although in his heart he felt uncomfortable, but he tried to ignore both of them according to Mr. Brata's request.

"Don't put into the heart of your aunt's words, Lam. He was like that from a long time ago. Always consider others guilty. Never introspect myself. Although the result of his selfishness has been seen before the eyes like this, he still does not want to learn from mistakes," said Nilam's prospective father-in-law yesterday, when he managed to silence his first wife and youngest child, who was the first child, until I left the hospital.

The mother and son were so emotional when they saw Nilam standing guard next to Baskara's bed. They wanted to drive Nilam away. With inappropriate words spoken, they attacked the girl who was supposed to be a new member of their family.

"If they come here again, assume you don't see them. Don't mind, just ignore it, it's okay. You're here for your future husband. You're the encouragement of this uncle's son. Your presence means a lot to him. Remember Baskara desperately needs you next to her." The middle-aged man's advice again, while patting Nilam's shoulders who looked down miserably.

At that time Nilam could only nod obediently. Not a word from her tiny lips. He just hopes, hopefully not reunited with Bu Rahma and Utari. He did not want the awkward state that loomed before his eyes, to actually happen later.

But it seems like it has to be tested. Maybe Nilam should show how strong he can survive accompanying Bas, how great he can care for the ears and close his eyes, still holding the hand of the man he loves in all circumstances. When the environment around the lover so makes him feel uncomfortable, when the spicy mouth and sharp gaze of the prospective in-laws and her sister-in-law as if skinning themselves Nilam, will he still be able to survive?

Nilam sat beside the bed, where Baskara was still lying with his eyes closed. The man had just taken the medicine brought by the nurse. The hand that was stuck with the infusion needle, grasping Nilam's finger, as if hinting for the lover did not leave him.

"Mas, I'm going to the bathroom for a second huh," whispered the little girl beside Bas's ear.

"Well? Was it just from the bathroom?" asked Bas, opening his eyes.

Nilam could not answer. He threw a gaze in any direction, except for the long sofa where Utari and Bu Rahma had been sitting since.

"Stay here, accompany Mas."

"Mas needs you here, not anyone else." The weak look of the man melted Nilam's heart. He who had initially risen, again landed his buttocks into a plastic chair.

"Ehm!" There was a thud from behind Nilam's back. The girl was a little surprised, but as much as possible she was acting ordinary.

"You can go home now, Nilam. We're here to take care of the bus until it heals. Thank you for taking the time to accompany her all night." Bu Rahma's stern voice caught the attention of Nilam and Baskara.

"Yes, thank you so much, Lam. You're an outsider, but you want to spend some time here." Utari chimed in on the mother's words.

They did speak in a low tone, not seeming anger from the tone of the two women's speech. But Nilam knew, every sentence that came out was a satire for him.

"Nilam will be here with me, ma'am. I want him to take care of me." Baskara answered her family's words, before Nilam opened his voice.

"But here's mom and Utari, Bas. What are others for?"

"He's not someone else, Mom. She's my future wife."

"He's already canceled the wedding, Bas! He has put our family to shame! He has also divided the brotherhood between you and your brother! And don't forget, you are like this because of this woman! Why do you expect her to be your wife? There are still many beautiful women who want to be your companion, who are willing to devote himself to his husband and family. Moreover, you already have everything now. You have a good job, a house that will soon be built, your income is also a lot every month. What are you defending him for? He's nothing more than you!" Bu Rahma's voice was so loud that it filled Baskara's ward. Nilam could only bow his head, holding tightness in his chest because of the humiliation that was thrown from Bu Rahma's mouth. He wanted to leave the room, but Baskara's hand was so strong that he held his body to stay where it was.

"Whatever I've achieved up to now, all for this girl, ma'am. For the girl who means so much in my life. For the mother, Nilam may not mean anything. But to me she's everything, Mom. Only he and his family have never judged me so badly. I am the proud mother at this time, just a trashy young man who embraced Uncle Indra and Aunt Sukma with warmth. Those who never look down on me, those who always advise me as parents, those who always listen to my grievances, when mother and others close your eyes and ears to me. Never hurt Nilam with your words and mistreatment. I can't take it."

"Mas" Nilam whispered, his voice as if stuck in a chunk of rock stuck in the throat. He looked up at Baskara who spoke slowly but firmly.