SECOND LOVE

CHAPTER 164

If you want to be disappointed, should you be disappointed in fate? If you want to be angry, can you be angry at the situation? It turns out that the same wound can create a different kind of pain, when the incision was created by the family themselves.

To regret, to regret life is not an option. But in reality, what happened made Baskara feel badass. Why did God choose a family that could never appreciate him? What evil did he have in his past life, until now had to endure the stifling bad karma?

Baskara read over and over again the conversation piece that Nilam sent, as if it was a spell she had to memorize. The more he read, the more remassed his heart, until his chest tightened and difficult to breathe. Without feeling her tears.

This was the culmination of all the pain, hurt, and disappointment he felt. He no longer had any tolerance for what Utari was doing. Until with trembling hands held back emotions, he contacted the mother of one child who was so dear to him.

But, my dear, the call is not connected. Maybe the sister's phone is off. Until he returns must swallow the anger that he was ready to vomit before.

"Bas," Gilang's voice surprised Bas who was trapped with a cigarette that almost ran out between his fingers.

His face looks wrinkled, making the friend stare with furrowed eyebrows.

"What else is it? Don't tell me you're fighting with Nilam again" Gilang said as he laid down his freshly bought breakfast wrapper.

As usual, it was Gilang who every day was in charge of buying food for the two of them. Baskara very rarely came out, he preferred to carve paper rather than having to spend time waiting in line at the food stall.

"From doing it again" said the bus, without raising his head.

Silang sounded snorting. As he passed the plate, the man said, "you are sure Nilam will be strong ngadepin your mother and sister whose behavior is beyond reason? Do you have any pity for your future wife? He who was born in a warm family, never any conflict, suddenly had to go into the lion's den where his people focused on thinking about themselves and did not hesitate to hurt others," oceh Gilang honestly.

Whether justifying or denying what his friend said about his family, Baskara could only stare with a flat gaze, a young man he already thought was like his brother. Gilang looked back, as if understanding the meaning of the gaze of the friend, the man continued his sentence.

"Sorry if my words offend you. But think carefully about whether what I said was right or wrong" he said as he walked out of the kitchen.

"During this time, you've been working your bones, your mother always had a reason to feel you. Even your sister Utari, there is no shame in asking for money for the needs of her and her child. Though we all know, your mother always boasts her mantra, which she says people's children are. As for you, whose son, where has your mother ever been proud of? But when there's an interest, you're responsible." Gilang continued to talk, while his hand was busy moving the food onto the plate and held it out to Baskara.

The bus received a plate that was handed out by the friend. He did not say a word, responding to Gilang's comments. But his heart and mind worked hard to digest the words he had just heard.

Come to think of it, Gilang should not have the right to make overly scathing comments about Utari and her mother. Moreover, he direct comments to Baskara. But Gilang was one of the faithful with Baskara. Become a friend, not only when Bas has a job and money, but even when the hardest he has. They often share a cigarette together, when both do not have money. And Baskara knew, Gilang was a sincere person and what he was. Not a person who likes to be two-faced, for his own sake.