Sharing Love: Between Us

Chapter.61 Story

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"Papah just wait here, let me bring the goods first," said Ansel, after they reached the family room of Ayu's house.

Larry seemed to nod his head and sit on the sofa there, his gaze circling to research every corner of the simple house that looks very comfortable.

His gaze was fixed on a picture frame that seemed to decorate the wall of the house.

There are portraits of a teenage boy and a middle-aged woman hugging in a garden, with flowers on their right and left sides.

His gaze was fixed on the face that looked more thin than his last memory, his smile was still the same, but in the photo he was already veiled.

"Puspa," murmured Larry with a sad look.

His hand was about to take the picture. However, Bi Yati's arrival made him undo his intentions.

"Sir, this is the drink" said Bi Yati.

"Thank you, Bi." Larry walked back to the couch.

Shortly after, Ansel was seen descending from the top floor carrying several boxes.

"It's all in our family memories, Pah. If it's a diary of the same photo of us all."

Ansel placed two boxes on the table, right in front of Larry.

Slowly Larry opened one of the boxes before him. His hands took things in there one by one.

Various kinds of photos that contain the happiness of a small family are immediately visible to his sense of sight.

"They said Papah's memory stopped when I was a toga year old, right? That means one year before Nindi was born."

Ansel opens one of his special photo albums, before Ayu is born.

"Remember Papah's only up to this point, right?"

Ansel showed me a picture of his third birthday party.

Larry took the old-fashioned album out of the boy's hands.

His hands touched every moment captured by the camera lens.

"There, I never knew that I still had Papah's grandparents. Our lives are fine too."

Ansel started telling stories again.

"Try opening this one."

Larry received another pink photo album.

"That's a special photo album of Nindi, from the beginning of pregnant women," said Ansel.

Slowly Larry opened the photo album in his hand.

The first page is a photo of a newborn, dressed in white.

With all his strength, Larry tried to remember all the events he had forgotten. But none of that ever worked.

Open the next sheet. There are many photos of him and Puspa with his stomach that began to grow.

In each photo there is also a description, such as one of the images that captured his attention, it is a picture of him who was hugging Puspa who was pregnant big on the bed.

It seemed like he had just woken up, and it was randomly picked up from a cell phone camera.

The third sheet, there is the moment of Ayu's birth, from the beginning of contractions until finally Ayu is born everything is there.

Back, he was surprised when he saw almost in all those moments there was only him and his wife, who always looked to spread a smile even though his face looked pale.

There is a portrait that captures his attention, namely a photo of him who was hugging Puspa with a small baby on his lap.

A happy smile was clearly visible from his face, there was no sign of any quarrel between them.

'He's my son, my son, ' Larry murmured in his heart.

The next sheets tell about Ayu's growth from starting to crawl, dress up and so on.

The photo album is not just two, but there are many more, all of them seem to represent the person who made it.

Yes, in the past Puspa was very fond of photography and it is still very much remembered by him.

Ansel saw clearly, a sad gaze and full of desire Larry when he saw the photos in the album.

'You can feel like a father. But, you won't know what it's like to be in my position, son, ' Larry murmured inwardly.

The son and father had just come out of Ayu's house after noon.

Larry said nothing after seeing all the photos Ansel noticed, he just kept silent with a sad look.

Ansel himself was confused to face his father's attitude like this.

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Elsewhere, Ayu was walking together with Bi Een, they were about to pick vegetables in the garden located behind Bi Een's house.

Three days in this village he felt comfortable and calmer. Enjoy the beauty and hospitality of the villagers, with the cool air tends to be cold.

While here he was always accompanied by Bi Een and Mang Surip, although during the day, Mang Surip will still go to the rice field or garden.

"It's Auntie's house, Neng," Bi Yati said, as they reached a simple courtyard.

Now Bi Yati and Mang Surip call Ayu Neng, because Ayu is at risk when called Non, by both of them.

Keep walking back until you reach a vegetable garden that looks quite spacious.

*image only sweetener yes*

"Wah .. very good garden, Bi." Ayu's eyes sparkled beautifully, looking at the scene before her eyes.

Various vegetable plants are there, pampering his sense of sight.

"Yes, Neng. This is the child Auntie made, he said be good, not shabby," replied Bik Yati.

"Where is Aunt's son now?" ask Ayu.

They kept talking while picking vegetables, for stock in the villa.

"She's headed for town, Neng. Work at Den Ezra's place," Bi Yati replied.

"Oh!" Ayu nodded her head while ber oh ria.

Once the vegetables were enough, they decided to return to the villa.

Ayu had stopped by Bi Yati's house to rest for a while.

In the occasional trip Bi Yati stopped to talk with the citizens, Ayu only followed the middle-aged woman's steps.

The hospitality of the citizens made Ayu feel happy, and not awkward, even though she was in a new place.

Until the trip suddenly he was hit by someone's shoulder.

Duk ....

Akh ....

Bruk ....

"Miss! Not papa?" Bi Yati looks very panicked, helping Ayu to stand up.

"Sorry," the man who hit her immediately apologized.

"It's okay, Mom. This is me who was wrong, was not focused on the road," said Ayu, holding his right shoulder that hurt.

He was indeed chatting with Bi Yati while looking at the view of the rice field they passed, until he was not aware there was someone else there.

Ayu did not care about the incident, she thought it was just a coincidence. Ayu and Bi Yati went straight back to the villa, and forgot about the incident just like that.

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