The Love of the Duda

TCSD 158: The Freezing of a Melting Heart

"Oma ... can Vishnu come in?"

While carrying a tray containing apple juice and several pieces of chocolate pudding, Vishnu tried to knock on the door of the room oma Widuri at ten this morning. The elder brother of God was a little worried because since breakfast this morning, the oma had not come out of the room at all.

Oma Widuri who was leaning on the headboard of the bed, selonjoran while reading a magazine circulated her gaze towards the door. It still feels very lazy if you have to meet this grandson, but in his deepest heart, he also does not have the heart if you have to be indifferent to Vishnu. And finally...

"Come in! The door I didn't lock!"

Vishnu slowly turned the door knob of the room belonging to the oma Widuri and carefully, he began to enter the room of the oma. He put the tray he carried on the nightstand, then he landed his ass on the edge of the bed that belongs to oma Widuri.

"Oma what are you doing? How did Vishnu see Oma not come out of the room at all?"

"I'm just getting out of the room!"

Oma Widuri chimed in on Vishnu's question in no way linking her gaze to the grandchild. He still focused on the magazine he was reading.

Vishnu tried to open the conversation with oma Widuri but he could only smile wryly when he found the response of the oma that felt so cold.

"You want Vishnu's pijit Oma? Like the old days when Oma's feet were often Vishnu's incandescent?"

Vishnu is one of the men who never give up. Although the response of Ora Widuri still sounds cold, but Vishnu still believes if soon the frozen heart of Oma Widuri will soon melt. Therefore, he will do various ways so that the heart of the oma can be re-emerged.

"no need. I'm not tired!"

A bitter smile still rises on Vishnu's lips. But his hands began to stretch out and grabbed the leg of the oma for him to massage. With full of tenderness, he began to massage the leg of the oma who happened to be in the position of the squalor.

"Vishnu remembers, once Oma often asked Vishnu to massage Oma's feet after Oma returned from the factory." Highlight the eyes of Vishnu began to look a little, remembering the past. "Even not only Oma, the late opa was also so. If Oma and opa ask for the incandescent together it means that Vishnu and Dewa must share the task. But more often, Vishnu who get rations memijit Oma."

Vishnu chuckled softly, still while intensely massaging the legs of oma Widuri. Remembering the good times that have long passed. While oma Widuri just fell silent not responding to anything.

"Vishnu remembers, Vishnu and Dewa always fought to massage Oma and did not want to bite the foot of opa because opa always protested when we sewn his foot. Opa said, we do not deserve to be a man because our energy is so weak. Opa said the massage of Vishnu and the Gods was not felt at all. If it had been like that Vishnu would have always cheated the Gods. When Vishnu suit with God, surely Vishnu fingers out more slowly than God, so Vishnu can always win. And that means the loser gets the allotment of the foot of opa."

Without feeling, a drop of clear crystal escaped from the eye of Vishnu. Such happy times. Since long ago oma Widuri and opa were the ones who replaced the role of papa and also his mother who had died. If you think about it, Vishnu really feel very guilty for having left the Oma Widuri.

"Vishnu understood that Vishnu's decision to leave Oma five years ago was a wrong decision. For that reason, now allow Vishnu to redeem all Oma." Vishnu took a long breath and slowly exhaled. "Vishnu came back here with absolutely no intention to take over the company and the factory that had returned victorious in the hands of God. Vishnu only wanted to correct all the possible mistakes in Oma's eyes already very fatal. But Vishnu believes that someday Oma will definitely forgive Vishnu."

Oma Widuri still speaks a thousand languages. Although his lips could not say anything, but in his chest it really felt so rumbling. The words of his grandson can really penetrate the arrogance that once ruled his heart.

Vishnu stared at the beauty of the face of the woman he loved so much, of course with a sweet smile that rose on his lips. "Vishnu understood that it would not be easy for Oma to forgive Vishnu, but Vishnu believed that one day Oma would definitely return to give the smile that Oma had for Vishnu." Because of not getting any response from the Oma, Vishnu decided to get out of this room immediately. The man moved from his sitting position. "Wisnu brought Oma's favorite apple juice and chocolate pudding. Don't forget to eat Oma. Vishnu returns to the room first, Oma!"

One step...

Two steps...

Three steps...

Vishnu's outstretched hand to turn the doorknob, he threw it again. He turned his body and looked back at the face of the oma. "Yes Oma? Is there anything Oma needs? Let Vishnu take it!"

Oma Widuri's eyes warmed up, forming a puddle in her eye sludge. Without waiting for a long time the puddle began to flow, flooding his cheeks. No matter how much the grandson makes a mistake, he cannot hate it. Because in the body of the grandson also flows blood from him. And one thing that can not be denied by oma Widuri, that she also greatly missed her grandson.

Oma Widuri spread out both her hands. "Come here! Oma Hugs! Miss you, son!"

As if not believing, this is what happened. Oma Widuri has opened her heart to forgive Vishnu. Happy tears never stop flowing from the eye of Vishnu. Happy, because he can open the door of the heart again.

Gegas, Vishnu scattering his body into the arms of oma Widuri. "Thank you for forgiving Vishnu, Oma. Thanks!"

Oma Widuri just nodded slowly while gently rubbing Vishnu's back. "Please promise me that you'll never leave Oma again, son!"

"Vishnu promised Oma. Vishnu promise!"

***

"Aargggghbw ... If it's like this, my position will be even more difficult!"

Dira ruffled her hair a little rough while pacing around like an iron in front of the room window. The tip of the nail on one of his fingers was almost broken and broken because he had bitten him hard. While twisting the brain how to get the inheritance of the oma Widuri in large numbers.

Dira was increasingly frustrated when he tried to complain about what had been done by Mara to him at the cake shop in front of oma Widuri turned out to only get results that were not in accordance with his expectations.

"I believe in my son-in-law's granddaughter that she wouldn't have done that if there wasn't a reason. I'm actually suspicious of you, Dir, you could be the reason Mara slapped you."

The words of the Oma Widuri really make the wife of Vishnu is on the edge of the horn. Intentions want to provoke oma Widuri to hate Mara, the results she received just the opposite. The twilight-aged woman was not at all provoked by Dira's speech.

Dira, who had been busy pacing back and forth, began to land his butt on the small sofa in the room. His legs were relentless he stomped on the floor so that it made the sound of tuk, tuk, tuk, from the hells that still wrapped his feet. His face also looked so chaotic as if it was a sign that he was confused.

"It turns out the woman really has earned a special place in the heart of the oma. And it could be that it is also because now Mara is pregnant, who will be the first great-grandchild of oma and will certainly be very dear and get special treatment from oma."

Dira breathes rough. For this time his brain must be forced to work hard to find a solution of this pettiness that he experienced.

"If I could get rid of Mara and the child in her womb, the legacy of oma would definitely fall into my hands." A smile emerged from the woman's lips. "This time I will make the woman and the child disappear for good. Yes, if indeed the woman can not disappear, at least the baby in the womb Mara is the one who must disappear first!"

Bak was showered by drops of sky water, Dira felt his spirit flared again. He who was previously going to give up because of the response of the Oma Widuri who was not even provoked at all, is now starting to get excited again. He moved from his sitting position and then sauntered away from the room.

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