SECOND LOVE

CHAPTER 165

The phone lying on Baskara's desk rang, as the man had only bribed rice on his plate several times.

"Go ahead, Bas. At least it's your sister or your mother. Later your appetite is lost again," said Gilang when he saw his best friend who intends to rise.

Baskara turned to Gilang, then resumed his eating activities. In his heart he confirmed the words of his friend. What else would happen if her mother or sister called, other than a debate and neck strain?

A few minutes later, the phone rings again. The bus could no longer hold back its curiosity. He got up and grabbed his phone. While folding oil paper on a plate, he received a call that turned out to be from his mother.

"Bas." Bu Rahma's voice sounded soft across there.

"Yes, Mom. What's up?" Sahut Baskara flat. He already knew what the purpose of the woman who gave birth to him was to contact him early this morning. What else if not discuss the issue of money requested by Utari yesterday? If it wasn't for that, where would his mother ever contact him? Asked circumstances? Of course it's not something that's important to do.

"Look, Utari's motor installment missed some bu...."

"I can't give him money for that, Mom. I have a lot of needs." Baskara cuts off the words of Ms. Rahma. His voice is indisputable.

"Bas, pity your sister. If the bike is pulled, what? It's a shame the money was paid so far. Help, you're brothers." Rahma continued to persuade Baskara to give Utari money to pay for his motorcycle arrears.

"If you can't afford to pay, why take installments? Gedein prestige, but bother people! Where's husband? Isn't that bike her husband made? Sorry Mom, I'm busy. I have a lot of work to do." An upset bus was intent on turning off the phone. But Ms Rahma's voice from across the street stopped the man's hand movement.

Bas's body froze, his eyes blank, as his mind wandered somewhere.

"Mom don't mess around, Bas! I don't want your mother's body to touch, if you're more concerned with other people than your own family!" For the second time the woman said the same sentence. This time it became clearer in Baskara's ears, and more convincing if he did not hear the first sentence wrongly.

"Urus alone women do not know themselves and their families! From him, right, you can grow up to the size of now? Those who feed you, take care of you, send you to school, so that it may be what it is today. This old man is nobody! You have no right to your life. Never mind my request, don't mind my words, don't even take care of my funeral if I die. I assume I only have two children, because my first child has been taken away by someone else!" Ms. Rahma continued to spout out scathing words of evidence of her anger.

Baskara's body shook with anger and heartache. He hasn't been able to say anything. Can only sculpt, with the phone still attached to the ear.

The more swearing comes out of the mouth of the woman who gave birth to it, the more urgent Baskara to vomit hot larvae buried in his heart.

When the mother paused her sentence, Baskara used the opportunity to speak.

"I never asked to be born into this world, Mom. Even if I can choose, it's better that I never existed, if only as a destroyer of your eyes. But thank you, Mom. Already struggling to present me, though I know, I'm just0 piece of trash who never had any value in your eyes. I'll send you the money you asked for, just think of it as a reward because you gave life to this stranger. I know, it's not worth the milk you gave me while raising me, but again I never asked to be born to you." Bas paused his sentence. He took a deep breath, despite the pain in his chest. He resumed his sentence, trying as calmly as possible, arranging his words so as not to be read the emotions that follow in it.

"During this whatever the mother asks I always try to fulfill, hoping to grow the love a mother deserves for her child. But I was wrong. Maybe I'm not your son. Until everything that you do for me, you always step up and measure with money. Mother gave so much love and affection to Utari, while for me there was only caci and maki left. But that's okay, I'll learn. Because it means that the mother exchanged the services of the mother, something that should be priceless, with material. My time all this time has never had any meaning." Baskara could not hold back her crying, so without waiting for a reaction from her mother, she immediately ended her phone call.

Gilang could only watch the scene in front of him without being able to say anything. Although he did not hear what Ms. Rahma said, but saw the reaction given by Baskara, he could conclude that the woman who holds the title as a mother had hurt her child very deeply.