The Love of the Duda

TCSD 135: Stepmom?

"Radarrghh... I feel like I'm a useless man for failing to put that woman in jail!"

Standing in front of the window of the nursery of the wife who was directly faced with a garden in the central area of the hospital, God shouted all the irritation that felt so rumbling in the chest. Apparently the expanse of manila grass is green like a natural rug decorated with towering cypress trees and Bougenville flowers with a variety of colors did not succeed in making the man's mood improve. Returning from Arman's residence with empty hands, the more he dissolved in the disappointment, anger, and annoyance that became one. And even this morning, the man's face still looks tangled, like clothes that have been several weeks not ironed.

Mara who was getting ready to go home just a little review the smile of seeing the husband who since last night looks careless. After the day changed, he thought the mood of the Gods would improve again, but it turned out that his estimation was wrong. The husband is still filled with soul emotions that are so explosive and ready to flare up to become a fire of even greater anger.

"Mas, stop. We leave everything to the authorities. They will certainly try to find Dita's whereabouts until found. So, I guess you don't have to mess around like this."

Walking closer to the God, gently rubbing the arms of the husband, Mara tried to quiet the anger that was burning every corner of the man's heart. An anger that might leave something that is not good if it continues to be left like that.

"But darling, Dita's actions really can't be repeated. I almost lost my son-in-law, honey. It was a mistake that I find hard to forgive. Even with him languishing in prison he would never be able to make up for it all."

The eyes of God are moving forward. He was still reluctant to look at the whereabouts of the wife who was now standing by his side. The man apparently could not fully accept a situation that the snake woman managed to escape from the police. And perhaps nothing can free the God from the shackles of anger other than seeing his ex-wife curled up behind bars.

"Mas, is this how you educate our children?"

A simple speech but felt so touching the heart of the God successfully made the man link his gaze towards the wife. "Darling, what do you mean?"

Mara just gave me a little smile. He breathed a little deep and he exhaled slowly. "Pbuh, God alone is forgiving, our time as fellow human beings full of mistakes do not want to forgive others who have done wrong to us?"

"But darling, what Dita did was completely outrageous. I don't take it, darling!"

Mara smiled sweetly in front of the gods. She who previously gently rubbed the arms of the husband's hand, now she slide to wipe the chest of the field belongs to her husband. "Mas, yes... Let this matter be the duty of the authorities. Now let's both focus on the fruit of our love." Mara grabs the hand of the God and he puts it on the surface of her stomach. "The one inside here definitely doesn't want to have a vindictive father. He must have wanted a loving, forgiving father."

Mara's words are like rain water that can relieve the fire of anger in the body of God. The face that was previously cloudy, now bears bright fruit like a morning atmosphere decorated by the shine of sunlight with a smile that is glistened on his lips.

The god slightly bent his body. He kissed the wife's stomach was still flattened intensely. "I'm sorry, Daddy, honey. Papa didn't mean to teach you anything bad. Papa just slightly evaporated the emotions that Papa felt. Lucky Papa has you and your mama. Your presence is really a beautiful color in Papa's life."

The god re-enforced his body. He looked at the clear net of his wife's. Slowly, he brought his face closer to his wife's forehead and kissed her gently. "Thank you so much for reminding me to be someone who has a forgiving nature, dear. I'm really lucky to have a wife like you."

Mara just nodded slowly. He hugged the body of the man he loved the most tightly. He put his head on the chest of the husband's field which has always been the most comfortable place to rest his head. "It has become our duty as a couple to remind each other. If there's something we feel is not fitting, it's worth reminding."

God nodded his head as a sign that he agreed with his wife's words. "Thank you very much, dear, thank you."

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Drizzle spots decorate the earth of Bogor city during the day. Indeed the weather is a little unpredictable these days, the atmosphere previously decorated by the king of the afternoon who transfers his heat energy, the, now it is replaced with a black cloud that spews out drops of water stored in it.

Dewa drove his car at the speed of splitting the streets of Bogor city that had begun to get wet by the rainwater speck. The man had to be extra careful to cross this road, considering the road he went through meandering because this was one of the streets to get to the top.

Heading to the top? Yes, Mara asked the Gods to take the path to the peak first before arriving home. Getting out of the hospital, Mara whines asking to go home through that path. I don't know what his wish is. The woman only said if she missed the peak atmosphere as when she first set foot in this city by carrying the title of wife of a man named Rangga Danabrata Dewandaru. If it's like that, inevitably God must obey it.

"Yyyyyyyyy... The air here is so fresh and so cool. I really like it!"

"Darling, don't you open the glass at your side. You can catch a cold!"

With a face filled with worry, God tried to remind the wife not to open the car glass wide. Considering that the rain began to fall soaking the earth and the air felt so cold, the God was worried that the wife would catch a cold.

"No Mas. I really like this air. It's cool and fresh!"

Mara did not heed the husband's request. At this time he seemed to enjoy the natural offerings around him and did not want to be bothered in the slightest by the warnings of the Gods that he felt a little excessive. God can only shake his head. Although there was a little worry, but seeing Mara's face filled with a happy hue like this, seemed to make her unable to force her to follow her will.

"Stop Mas!"

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The sound of a squeaking brake pedal that was stepped on suddenly, a little ear deafening. The god was a little surprised to hear the instructions of his wife who asked him to stop the speed of his car.

"Darling, what's wrong?"

Mara stared fixedly at a woman who was walking under a speck of rain water in shabby clothes. "I think I know that woman!"

Mara pointed towards the right side of the God and was accompanied by the God who circulated her gaze towards the forefinger of Mara's hand. "Who's Honey? When did you know that woman? Isn't he a madman?"

Seeing the woman's shabby clothes, disheveled hair plus choosing the rains, further confirmed God's estimation that the woman was a madman. He was surprised, when did the wife have the acquaintance of a mad man?

"Mother....?"

The forehead of the God is cringing. "Mother? Who's mother, honey?"

"Mas, let's go down. Take an umbrella in the trunk and get me in Mas's car?"

The gods are getting flabbergasted. He was still racking his brain to remember who this woman called mother by his wife. "But baby, who is he? I don't want to transport strangers. It could be one of the criminals or maybe a robber pretending to be a lunatic."

"He's a mother, Mas. My stepmother. The woman you married!"

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Hi, hi, dear readers... How are all the brothers? Hopefully stay in good health... Aahhhh it feels like for a long time I did not greet my brothers by replying one by one to the comments in each part. Please be informed, brother.. Lately the work at RL has really piled up... I was confused how to share it ..🙏🙏

Once again Thank you very much to all who are still faithful to follow the story of this crumb of skin kuaci, brother.. Really, the appreciation of all the brothers made me more excited to finish this story until the end. Hihihih...😘