The Enchantment of Madam

The Homes of Mystery

It seems like five minutes have passed until I finally decided to open a chat from Mbak Gothic out of curiosity.

[Report!] Fill chat Mbak Gothic that feels short, solid plus eye piercing.

Tumben this time the devil is right? He doesn't want me to constantly blame him. Ah, you fuck!

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All day I drove around from the modern market as well as the traditional market as well as some self-service to enter the goods from the company. Surely this is not my job, I just wait for the report from my subordinates, but I am among those who do not directly believe in others so I decided to jump directly to make things clearer.

Until exactly two o'clock in the afternoon I and my co-workers agreed to meet in my study. However, while on the way papa called me.

"What, Pa?" I answered when one ear phone was in the ear because I was driving and I was forced to stop the car because I was afraid of an accident due to my boredom that could have even harmed others fellow road users.

"I'm waiting for you at home" he asked.

"For what? I'm busy today."

"There's something important I have to tell you, Harwit."

"Here, right, can. I'm really busy, Pa."

"It's about your mother!"

"Mama?"

"Yes, about your Mama," replied the father who managed to make me quickly turn the car towards the house.

Actually the distance of the office to the house papa is quite far, but for the sake of the person I love the most in this world I am willing to turn the direction even I could have been exposed to the scolding of Mbak Gothic later.

"Good afternoon Young Master Harwit," said the house security in front of the gate as I opened the windshield.

I nodded, then spurred the car into the grand courtyard of the house after the tall gate opened wide.

I saw papa standing on the third floor balcony staring at me. The balcony was a solitary place when he wanted to be alone. Yes, Papa does look like me; a person who likes silence and prefers to be alone when they feel they are not with the right people.

"Good afternoon, Young Master Harwit." A few home assistants greeted me with a downcast look as I entered the house. No one dared to look at me or just joking around throwing jokes that could make me smile.

I did not answer, just passed them and then took the elevator to the room on the third floor.

Yes, I'm different here. No character Levine is flippant, whiny, indifferent, even often make the Gothic Mbak emotional. Here––home papa I have to maintain the proper attitude of a conglomerate child who must maintain behavior and many adab held high just to show the caste of a person born from a family of blue blood, and, even caste is so highly respected in the papa family. This made me choose to leave because I felt like living in a golden cage that looked magnificent, luxurious and classy, but not free at all even there were only rules that made me sick!

"What's up, Pa?" I say hello to papa who still looks focused on the yard.

A large tall body with slightly gray hair mixed in black was now spinning and facing me. His face was the same as before, he was exactly the same as me as a betel in two. Even it seems like almost ninety-five percent of our characters are the same.

"I have heard where your mother, Harwit, is. But I couldn't get there because my health had deteriorated for a few days and your brother was still in the hospital."

"There is a small village in Central Java. I deliberately didn't deploy my men because your mama would have left after finding out that my men were looking for her. Even when I changed personnel, your mama knew. He's smart!" said papa.

I never knew how my mother was. From the age of two he left me for what? Even my father does not know the reason. However, said papa mama had experienced depression and had been treated in a mental hospital for several weeks until finally he was brought home by his family because he did not want to live with papa. Strange indeed, this puzzle seems to still be a mystery to me who is currently twenty-one years old.

"Harwit, Papa wants to ask you again; are you really married?" ask papa.

This is the second time I asked. While I was in the hospital I did not answer clearly and at the moment I want to explain to him.

"Yes, I already have a wife, Pa. I'm married and please Papa don't show up in my wife's family. Suppose we meet, assume I'm not Papa's son."

A pair of old papa's eyes narrowed as he looked at me. Maybe for him it feels strange and actually there are many things that I hide from him and I do not want you to know my marriage as if it were a pretend marriage.

"Why is that? Don't I have the right to know who my daughter-in-law and my father-in-law are?"

"No. Not yet, Pa. Think of me as a stranger or a papa employee who used to work in an office."

Papa's lips grinned.

"I think I know something, but that's your right. Do what you think is good because I know your character is just like me. Oh, yes, the day after your brother came home," said papa while patting me on the shoulder.

"Thank God, at least in this house will be warm again with the brother and mother who accompany papa."

Time is pointing to the number four. There is no eating or just coffee together. Papa and I are still stiff after a few years apart because it is my desire to leave home. When I persuaded my brother yesterday, Papa was not home.

Ah, it's not just my marriage that seems like a mere shadow. The status of the family here as a child was as vague as where I did not know the figure of the mother at all.

Longs. Yes, this one word I'm feeling. Many times I envy my brother because he has a biological mother even raised lovingly from him. While me? Remember his face is not.

There are no pictures of my mom here. Even in the empty room that said papa was the room of mama there was not a single picture of him. There should be a picture of their wedding or just a picture of papa and mama's wedding book. However, the truth is that papa didn't tell me for no reason. Really, this is like a mystery that is quite difficult to uncover.

Suddenly the phone rang and it turned out to be an office number. I asked Papa for permission to take a phone call.

"Hello?" I answered the phone call after papa let me.

"Sir, Zaskia's mother is in the hospital!" said one of my coworkers who made me feel like I was being taken from the top of a tall building to the bottom of a ravine.

"What?"

Believe it and not when you hear Gothic mom is in the hospital. I just had a video call, it seemed like he was okay.

"Zaskia's mother crashed in front of the office, sir."

Jesus, God ....

My body's limp. Somehow it feels weak when I hear the person I'm fighting for love is in the hospital and I don't know how he is right now.