
Hearing that voice, Naya, who had originally closed her eyes to hold back the pain in her hull, opened her eyes slowly. He saw a pair of legs with shiny vantage shoes standing in front of him. Naya looked up, and she was surprised to see Ares looking at her curiously.
"Tente, why squat here?" said a voice again and this time from Raya, the teenage girl carried two flower pots in her hand.
The two of them had just come home from buying flowers at a store not far from the minimarket where Naya was shopping. He stood beside Ares.
"It's okay. Again want to squat here" replied Naya origin.
Naya, trying to smile while trying to stand up by ignoring her pain. But he staggered a little backwards because of the heavy feeling that pressed his head. Ares swiftly held the base of Naya's arm preventing her from falling backward.
"Eh" said Naya, returning her focus to stay conscious, trying to let go of her hand, standing back properly.
"I'm sorry" said Ares who immediately removed his hand grip from Naya's arm.
Raya sees the interaction between her papa and Naya. Then he said.
"Aunty wants to go home? Come with us" he said as he stepped closer to Naya.
Naya shook her head, and replied.
"No need. We're not in the same direction" He took his plastic bag standing upright as if nothing had happened to him.
"Are you okay?" ares asked, he stared intensely at Naya. Ares saw Naya's pale face, clearly Naya was holding back the pain, he knew Naya was lying.
Actually Ares a little attention to it, somehow coincidence by coincidence often occurs between them. Seeing how Yoni was comfortable with her, as well as seeing how Naya calmed her son, she was deeply moved.
She also heard stories from Raya about the problems she faced at school at that time, she had a sense of her. But Ares kept it all to his own heart. Let feelings be feelings, but all human beings have feelings. Moreover, Naya is a married woman.
Ares realizes that he may not be the man that will make Naya like him. He is not a religious man. In contrast to Naya who looks sholehah from her appearance and attitude that always keep themselves from the opposite sex.
"Yes. I'm kind. Thank you for helping me" said Naya, looking embarrassed.
"Tante, look. Bagusan, my choice?" the word Raya denotes two types of flowers in a clay pot.
"Hm... Goody. It's a night-breath. Why do you choose the flower, rarely do children your age choose the flower. Moreover, it's aunty's favorite flower." said Naya while pinching the small chin Raya.
"It's also my favorite flower" replied Raya.
'Whoa. This is a coincidence, after all?' Ares.
"Oh, that. For what to buy, in the aunt's house there is also."
"How could Raya know. This is a school assignment, if there is no schoolwork I males ngurusin flowers." said Raya plain, for some reason in front of Naya he was not hesitant to show his identity, he said, he was more able to be himself, honestly what was in front of Naya.
"Hmm.Paati likes to see Korean dramas."
"Ih, how does aunty know...?" said Raya laughing widely.
But just as Ares was about to open the trunk of the car to store the Flowerpot, he saw Naya again grimacing in pain and holding her stomach. Finally he took the initiative to tell Raya to force him.
Raya pulled Naya's body and sat her in the back seat. Naya can't resist, because Raya forced her. Moreover, it seems like he is no longer strong to walk.
Ares opened his car door for Naya, after arriving at the front of the house, the distance from where they met was indeed quite close.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you Raya." said Naya as soon as she got off, she waved at Ares' car that was moving away.
Naya walked slowly into her house, how shocked Naya was as soon as she got outside the open door. She saw mom and Yola sitting on the sofa, they looked engrossed in conversation and there were several people there, including her husband.
Rudian stared at Naya sharply, like probing. He had a glimpse of Ares' car that drove his wife to the front of the house.
Deg. His heart beats stronger.
'What is this? if there's a family event, why don't I know. Is this my own home?'
"Assalamu'alaikum" said Raya hesitantly entering her house.
'I didn't go wrong in the house, did I?'
A few eyes towards him. With a different look. Some looked at him with pity, admiration was also a strange feeling. Naya knew some people who were sitting opposite each other were Mr. RT, Ms. RT, neighbors left and right of her house.
There was also one of the guests who sat on the floor with a carpet that he used to keep in the room next to his bedroom. Naya rarely uses them. He used to buy velvet carpets in a way to install. He did not expect the carpet to be used for a surprise event for himself.
"What is this, Kanda?" ask Naya. Highlight his eyes stared fixedly at Yola and Rudian in turn.
"Sit down first, Naya." said Sarita with a smile. "I'm sorry... Mom made this show a surprise. You are afraid that you will disagree. This means well. Good things, to be grateful for. Are they fathers and mothers?" sarita said again as she stood up and grabbed Naya's shoulder. He sat down near Rudian and Yola.
"Yes, really, ma'am." said a few people there.
Before long, Sania, the wife of Bagas, appears while carrying a lot of food in a large tray in her hand. Followed by some of Sarita's siblings whom Naya knew were Rudian's uncle and aunt.
"Oh, Naya. You're home yet?" sania said with a stiff smile on her face. Looks like a little pleasantry. The white woman sat down while putting some food on the table, also on the carpet.
"So, since everyone has gathered, I will say I mean to invite my mother in this house. Understandably, sir, ma'am, it's been disturbing his free time" Sarita said with a friendly smile and said with a good and straightforward tone.
"I just want to introduce you, my new daughter-in-law. Here, her name is Yola" Sarita said as she clasped Yola's warm shoulder.
Introduced in such a way. Yola looked shy and smiled widely. There was a tinge of happiness on her face, received with a spacious chest by her husband's family, even though her position was only as Rudian's second wife.
It's very rare for something like this to happen, right? Usually wherever the second wife is judged as a perpetrator and destroyer of households, a bully for the happiness of others. But this time it wasn't so.
Bruk! Suddenly, Naya Pinsan. He was not sitting properly, because of anxiety and the result of his stomach pain.