The Love of the Duda

TCSD 125: Thirty Million

"So I mean to meet Mom this time to ask Sekar to be my wife."

After the situation was much safer and Krisna can make sure there will be no more terrible events ever done by Prasetyo that night, Sekar and also the mother decided to return to her residence. The mother and child are not happy if too long hitchhiking in the house that has been provided by Krishna.

Krisna rested on Ambar's stage by lowering her head, trying to express what she meant and what she intended to visit Ambar's house this morning. Krisna's appearance was not toying with what he said. The man fulfilled his promise to sincerely invite Sekar to step into a more serious level of marriage.

The two Netra Ambar dewed when he saw a man sitting on his lap. Moments like this seem to remind him of the past where there was a handsome man who asked him in front of his parents. The man who is none other than Sekar's father who is now dead.

This living room was suddenly filled with an atmosphere full of haru flavor that was so extraordinary. Krisna who incidentally a playboy who in the past often played with women, now rests on the lap of a woman with the title of mother, asking permission to embrace her daughter to make her as a wife. A good intention that must be touched for anyone who sees it.

Ambar wiped the clear hairs that had started to wet his cheeks. The woman also seems unable to cover the happiness and the feeling of haru mixed into one so that she can only be seen through the tears that flow from the lake.

Ambar rubbed Krishna's head gently. He took a deep breath and then he exhaled slowly. "Mom gave you my blessing, son. I grant your goodwill to marry Mom's daughter."

"Thank you very much Mom, thank you." said Krisna still in a position to bow her head on Ambar's lap.

"May I ask you one thing, son?"

Krishna lifted his face. Now his gaze was rubbed with Ambar's view. The man nodded steadily as if to be a sign that let alone one thing, some things that the middle-aged woman asked him would definitely be granted.

"Say Ma'am. What did you ask of me?"

Ambar's eyes glared back. Given what the princess experienced the last year exactly when she decided to marry Prasetyo, it certainly leaves a little trauma. Ambar took a deep breath trying to master all the haru flavors that accumulate in the chest.

"Please treat your daughter well, son. Never behave rudely in front of your daughter. I understand very well that Sekar has experienced a little bit of trauma from the violence he often receives from his father. I was hoping that your presence could be the antidote to the trauma experienced by your daughter."

One request that is so simple but actually has a deep meaning. Over time, sometimes a husband often forgets that he has an obligation to always behave well to his wife. Ambar said it was not without reason. Because this past year, he had actually experienced something like this. The temperament and good speech that Prasetyo once appeared in, slowly began to change to leave a terrible monster figure and ready to kill it slowly.

Without hesitation, Krishna nodded his head. "I promise you, Mom. I promise to treat Sekar well. Although in the past I have also experienced one bad behavior, but when I decided to change myself for the better, I will stick to that principle. I will treat the woman who became my wife well."

Ambar gave a little smile. If he remembered what Krishna had done that night, he was increasingly convinced that the man who proposed his daughter was a responsible and gentle man.

"Thank you very much, son. If it is like this, the mother will be calm in living the rest of the mother's age. Hopefully by giving your blessing, you can make up for the mistakes of the Mother who has been wrongly chosen in choosing a man who became a connecting father for Sekar. One wrong decision and maybe only I can redeem by allowing you to embrace Sekar."

"I promise Mom, I promise."

Ambar linked his gaze to the child sitting in one of the living room chairs. Together with Sekar who stared fixedly at the face of the mother until now his eyes met each other.

"Son!"

The taste of haru tetiba is also spoiled in the heart of Sekar. The girl moved from her seat and approached her mother. Comes to Ambar's lap beside Krishna. "Mother...."

"I'm sorry for what I did to you, son. What you've been through all this time is none other than Mother's fault. Mistakes in choosing." Ambar scooped up the air deeply, attempting to fill his chest cavity with oxygen. "Mom can calm down. Give you to a man like this Christmas boy. May this be the beginning of your happiness, son."

Just nod slowly. "Aamiin, Mum. Sekar will be happy to live with Krishna. She also asked for my blessing. Pray for Sekar, so that Sekar can be a good wife figure for Krishna. Just like Mom who always behaves well in front of dad."

"That's for sure, son. Mother's prayer will always accompany your footsteps."

The sound of people clapping their hands filled this room. Breaking all the silence that was created in this living room. The three people who were dissolving in the atmosphere of the day, suddenly turned to the source of the sound. It was seen that Prasetyo was standing in front of the door while leaning his body on the open door.

"Well, well, wow, I missed some good news. What's the matter? Does this man intend to marry my chauffeur's son?"

Krisna moved from her position on Ambar's lap. Now he stands tall and faces Prasetyo directly. Sekar sat next to his mother.

"It's none of your business with what I do. Because you have absolutely no connection whatsoever to the life of Sekar," said Krisna loudly.

Prasetyo smiled cynically while screeched. "You think I'm going to let Sekar go to be your wife? It's not that easy, young man!"

Ambar gasp. "What do you mean, Mom? You have absolutely no right to forbid nak Krishna to marry my daughter. You have absolutely nothing to do with our lives!"

Prasetyo. "What did you say? You guys have nothing to do with me? You forget, for a year now who's been giving you a living?"

Ambar is getting more emotional. She felt that her husband was too far-fetched. Because the husband rarely gives a living. That is what makes him work in one of the laundry that is near the house and requires Sekar also work.

"Why what do you mean? You've never given me a living in the last eight months. So don't you feel ashamed about your current living?"

"I don't care. I'll keep asking for damages for what I've spent on you!"

Krisna walked closer to Prasetyo. He stared fixedly at the face of this middle-aged man before him. "Say, how much do you ask to compensate for the losses you have incurred!"

Prasetyo. He felt he was in the wind. In this way, he believes he will get a lot of money for free. "Give me thirty million. That way I'm gonna go and bless your marriage with my chauffeur!"

Sekar. "Mas, don't do that. That guy just wants to blackmail you!"

Krisna turned to Sekar, the man only nodded faintly as a signal that everything would be fine.

Krisna looked back at Prasetyo as she extended her hand intending to make a deal with Prasetyo. "Deal, I'll give you thirty million. But there must be black above white first. Because I'll also ask you one thing!"

Prasetyo was a little surprised because it turned out that this young man was negotiating with him. "What do you ask, young man?"

Krishna gave a little smile. "You must sign an agreement that after the thirty million you have earned, you will no longer disturb the peace of My Mother-in-law's life and the life of my future mother-in-law!"

Prasetyo looked at me for a moment thinking. But not long after, he also welcomed Krishna's hand. "I agree. After the thirty million I got, I will no longer interfere with the life of Sekar or Ambar."

"Deal!" krisna said steadily.

Basic old man bo*doh. Why are you only asking for thirty million? To me that money means nothing compared to the happiness of my future wife. Not even thirty million, fifty million I can give to you as long as you release my future wife from your shackles.

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