Sekar (The Owner of Hearts)

What's Actually Going on?

A Month Later,

Djakarta,

Vast

"Mama, cook what ma?" say it to Mama Priska who is struggling in the kitchen.

"Eh baby.Have you done his body? If you are tired, rest. Here's mama again cooking beef soto, her favorite Harsa." mama Priska looked at her, then again busy with a sizable pot.

His hand grabbed the vegetable spoon from the hand of Mama Priska,

"Here ma, Sekar bantuin. I'm recovering" he said with a smile.

"Mas Harsa really a hobby to eat soto meat from a small ya ma?" his nose smelled a pleasant aroma from the soto sauce in front of him.

"Yes, from he was a child, every go anywhere always ask to eat meat soto. But yes it is, her favorite soto yes soto Solo. It used to be every home to his eyes, from morning to night he wanted soto continue."

Mama Priska's story made her chuckle, she imagined the funny of her lover when she was a child.

"Wahh..cook what is mbak?" suddenly Kanaya's voice filled the kitchen.

Indeed, it has been 3 days Kanaya stay at the home of the mother because her husband has a duty trip abroad for two weeks.

From the beginning Kanaya always called him 'mombs', even though he was younger than Kanaya. But the only wayang sister of her lover always considers herself a prospective wife of her brother.

"This is the mama who cooks. Cook the meat soto. You like it too?"

The long-haired woman also nodded while tasting soto sauce from a spoon.

"Don't, it's fitting..!" kanaya said with a grin.

"Ma, if so this afternoon Sekar to Mas Harsa's office huh? Bring her favorite food." she asked Mama Priska who was cutting celery.

"By dong dear, must Harsa like."

"Would you like to come?" ask her directly to the face of her prospective sister-in-law.

Kanaya smiled, shaking her head while whispering to him.

"Not bothering people to make love."

He immediately glanced lazily towards the chuckling Kanaya.

"Be careful with Harsa, he has an incredible lust." seduced Kanaya while sneering at him.

"Husshhh..! You're that..!" sela mama Priska's.

"Where not to try? It's been 3 days Kanaya here, you know, the red mark on the neck of Sekar instead of missing, even widened. What a hobby he made a stamp."

Instantly his eyes rounded and held his nape.

"Not to be ashamed, you are free here..! If you arrive at the Harsa mas assortment, mama herself will drag the Harsa mas." said Kanaya again with a relaxed and accompanied by a smile mama Priska.

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Harsa

"What have I done and what will I do to Sekar is it important for you?" investigate while leaning his back against the back of his chair.

"He's my son Harsa, after all My flesh and blood. So I ask you not to mess around, let alone play Sekar." said Mr. Wira while staring intently at him.

His lips smiled faintly in response to the words of Sekar's father who was currently coming to his office to meet him.

"Do you have any intention of getting revenge for what I did with your family?" his gaze this time was no less sharp with the gaze of Mr. Wira who seemed to want to skin himself.

"Revenge?" his lips smiled slanted.

"I or my family can do anything in any way. But revenge is not a thing that entered my list." he explained full of emphasis without breaking eye contact for a second with Sekar's father.

"That means you really love my daughter?"

He threw his gaze into the window glass to his right, then looked back at Sekar's father.

Previously he chose to sigh to dampen his emotions,

"Sorry sir, I'm not a man who plays a woman. Now that I have brought him home, it means I have full responsibility for him" he said with confidence.

Chequek..

His eyes immediately rounded when he saw Sekar had stood at the door of his room with teary eyes.

"Darling..!" he said as he moved from his seat.

But Sekar pointed his index finger at him and looked at him sharply, a gaze that he had never gotten all this time from a woman let alone Sekar.

"Sit.." tell him.

"Sekar.." replace Sekar's father who wants to approach his lover and Sekar did the same.

Sekar closed the door of his room a little hard, then put a cloth bag that contained nothing on the guest table, then walked towards him.

He took a seat next to Mister Wira, staring at them in turn with breaths rising and falling.

"What have I not known all this time?" questions that are filled with emphasis seem to ask for clarity.

"That's a calm first.ak.." he smiled when he heard Sekar's emotions again.

"Tell me now! What have I not known all this time?! What did my father do with your family?"

He was only able to close his eyes for a moment, breathe deeply first, then look at Mr. Wira.

"It's not my capacity to tell everything" he said calmly.

Sekar frowned looking at him, shaking his head while laughing discordantly.

"If that's not your capacity, then what's your capacity? And if my father didn't tell me everything, would you just keep quiet? Let me know nothing?"

Honestly, it is not that he does not want to explain, but he waits for the explanation to come out of the mouth of Sekar's own father.

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