The charm of Janda Kembang

The charm of Janda Kembang
Part.59



Ms. Sinta saw her son's gossip circulating everywhere. There was clearly Siska sitting on Reynard's lap. Of course, Ms. Sinta was very angry to see the friendly photo.


'What did Reynard really think? Last night did not go home, then this morning there was no gossip, ' Inner Bu Sinta.


Ms. Sinta tried to contact Reynard. But Reynard did not answer his phone call.


"Where's the kid?" Ms. Sinta put her cell phone back on the table.


Pyars


Ms. Sinta heard a sound like a broken item from Raisa's room. Now Ms. Sinta went to the room to check it out.


The glass filled with water fell to the floor. Raisa was also squatting while picking up broken glass.


"Rai, let Mamah alone," Bu Sinta approached Raisa and asked her to stay away from the broken glass.


After cleaning the broken glass, Bu Sinta approached Raisa who was sitting on the edge of the bed.


"You want a drink? Nih Mamah has brought it for you," Bu Sinta gave a glass of water that he had brought.


Raisa just kept quiet while taking the glass held by Ms. Sinta.


'Let's get you well soon, son. Mamah was sure that you could," inner Bu Sinta while caressing Raisa's long hair.


Tring


Ms. Sinta heard Raisa's cell phone ring. Then Ms. Sinta took the phone that was lying on the table. Turns out it was an incoming call from Lee young min.


📞"Hallo," said Bu Sinta.


📞"Hallo Rai, Assalamu'alaikum," said Lee young min.


📞"Waalaikum'salam, Nak Lee. This is my Miss Sinta" he said.


📞"Oh Bu Sinta, the Raisa is there, Mom?"


📞"There, but it's not okay. Try once in a while you come, you help comfort him," Pinta Bu Sinta.


📞"Yes, Mom. I want my permission to go home later this weekend. But, can I talk to Raisa?"


📞"In a moment," Bu Sinta gave the phone she was holding to Raisa.


Lee young min spoke at length, but Raisa did not respond.


📞"Rai, you hear me?"


Ms. Sinta again took the phone that was held by Raisa.


📞"Sorry, Lee. Raisa's sick, maybe she doesn't listen to you too much" said Ms. Sinta.


Bu Sinta spoke a little whisper so Raisa would not hear him.


📞"The psychology is a little disturbed," said Bu Sinta.


📞"Co can? How did that happen?" Lee young min was surprised to hear what Bu Sinta said.


📞"The story is long, son. Wait a minute, Auntie wants to get out of Raisa's room. It's not good if the story is here," said Ms. Sinta.


📞"Good, Tan."


Miss Sinta came out of Raisa's room. Then start explaining everything to Lee young min.


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Reynard poked into his two eyes. He held his head slightly dizzy.


"Where is this?" Reynard stared at the room space that looked unfamiliar.


Cclek


The bathroom door is open. Siska came out in a bathrobe, and her head was covered with a small towel.


"Siska? How come you're here?" Reynard was surprised that Siska was in the same room as him.


"You don't remember last night we were pitting each other's love."


"I don't remember anything" Reynard hit his head softly while recalling last night's incident. But he doesn't remember anything.


"Here it is, what has happened does not need to be remembered, anyways I am okay," Siska looks relaxed, she opens the closet and looks for clothes for him to wear.


Reynard turned his gaze away, when he saw Siska unrobed his bathrobe. It even looks like his body curves. Reynard decided to get out of bed and go to the bathroom to clean up.


After cleaning up, Reynard said goodbye to go home. I don't know, his mind is in a state of turmoil right now.


Ms. Sinta who was sitting relaxing in the living room, heard the sound of a car stopping in front of the house. Ms. Sinta got up from her seat, then she went outside the house. It turned out that it was Reynard.


Ms. Sinta folded her two hands on her chest, looking intently at her son who was stepping closer to her.


"Where have you been? It's nice outside, the wife you never take care of."


"I'm tired, Mah. Just talk later," Reynard passed away from his mother's presence.


'Just wait for your regrets, Rey.' Inner Bu Sinta while staring at the departure of her son.


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