The Love of the Duda

TCSD 47: Back

"You sure you're going back to Bogor, without trying to find Mara first, Wa?"

God is busy arranging his clothes into a backpack. From earlier the widower looked silent not much talk as usual. And his face looked a little bit riled up. I don't know what he's feeling right now. Because indeed, he did not want to share with this man who was always nearby.

That's what made Chris even more wrong. In this kind of position, he was worried if the Gods emotional state was unstable. Slightly wrong to speak, could-can his boss it will ride apitam. But not Krishna's name. He could not allow such a quiet situation like this burial ground. Therefore, he tried to invite the boss to talk.

God placed his backpack on the sofa after he finished packing his clothes. He took a cup of white coffee that he had just left to stumble without touching it at all. Chilly. Yes, this coffee is cold. It was like his heart also felt so cold. The warm feeling that was present when he met the foreign girl, now lost, evaporated, fused with the air particles around him. He swung his leg to stand by the window.

"I went to this place without taking the girl. And today if I had to go back, then I wouldn't have brought that girl either."

The view of the God circulates to the open sea which is clearly visible from where it stands today. A natural dish that was so charming that he should be able to enjoy with the girl with a mood full of warmth, but it was all just wishful thinking.

"Wa, what makes you like this? Didn't you just say a few days ago that you wanted to take your relationship with Mara to a more serious level? But why do you seem to forget everything now?"

The god breathed a rough breath. In the corner of his heart he wants to deny all the bad prejudices that had been embedded for Mara. But when he remembered what the middle-aged woman he had said last night, his feelings all strengthened his prejudice.

"It looks like Mara and Pramono do have a special relationship. Where there may be a man who would bother to bring a middle-aged man who is sick if he does not have a special relationship with his son."

Krishna flabbergasted. He really did not expect that the mind of God was that shallow. "Wait for Wa, there seems to be a misunderstanding here. Do you not look at humanity? Pramono could have wanted to help Mara because she felt sorry, right? Same thing when you ran Mara to the cave?"

Krisna's words slightly slapped the man who was currently inside the worry. What he experienced before arriving in this city, made him always think negatively about a woman. He considers that there is indeed no woman who is truly sincere towards him and only intends to use it.

God sipped the last remaining drop of coffee in his hand. With a heavy breath, he tried to decide what he should decide.

"We're leaving town soon, Kris. Just as fate suddenly brought me to the girl, if indeed that girl was one of the written strokes of fate for me, I would one day definitely meet again. Although for now, my heart tends to whisper that between Mara and Pramono there is indeed a special relationship."

Krishna's body weakened listening to the God's decision. The shadow of the mansion promised by oma Widuri, slowly disappeared carried away by the storm from her imagination.

"I remind you once again Wa. Is it true that you have no desire to look for Mara?"

Once again, Krisna tried to persuade the boss to rethink the decision he had taken. Although in his deepest heart, he still really hopes that the luxurious house promised by oma Widuri can be owned. But for nothing, the Lord still shook his head. He insists that he will return to his hometown, without Mara.

"Go pack your things, Kris! We returned to Bogor this morning, "the word of God can not be denied.

The god looked back at the blue sea water that appeared behind the window. With the roll of waves that break the rocks and throw them to the beach. And just leave the scum and then just disappear.

You are like the waves on the high seas, foreign lady...

Seperti ombak menghempas pantai kemudian kembali ke laut kembali lagi ke tepi menghempas pantai yang sama. Namun, Air yang kembali tidak sama seperti rasa yang muncul dalam diri menghempas pikiran memunculkan emosi namun sebenarnya rasa dan riak yang terjadi tidak pernah sama.

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With a large bag, Tanti and Puspa stood in front of the resort. The mother and son were willing to stand for an hour in front of the resort to wait for a man she might be able to ask for help.

The faces of the two looked sparkling when he saw the man he had been waiting for, starting to check out from the resort.

"Master, can we talk to you for a second?"

Gods flinching. It was as if he did not care what this middle-aged woman before him said.

"I'm sorry, what's your need?"

Seeing the boss who was silent a thousand languages, made Krishna who tried to respond to Tanti's words.

"This Sir. Last night, I gave a very valuable piece of information to this Master about who Mara really is. Right now I want to ask for a reward from Master."

Unabashedly, Tanti expressed her intention and purpose to ask for reciprocity from an information that she had given to the God, last night. Tanti thinks that at this time, the gods can take her and her son to get to the city of Bogor. The city he had planned for a long time with the child. Certainly on a mission to get this guy.

Krishna's forehead frowned. "Drawling? So you provide that information with the intention of getting rewarded from us? Don't-don't everything you say it's just a fabrication, for your own benefit?"

Tanti gasped, she understood if she had spoken wrongly. Gegas, he used his words. "No, not so sir. What I say is true without any engineering at all. After all, I'm not asking for money in return."

"Then, what did you ask for?"

Tanti reviewed her little smile. "Give me a ride to get to Bogor City, sir."

Like mannequins, Gods did not touch the babbling of this middle-aged woman at all. "Kris, take care of this woman! I'll wait in the car!"

The god swung his legs to go to the car that had been parked neatly in the resort courtyard. The man really did not want to be preoccupied with trivial matters like this. Mara's unexpected departure, had completely restored the God to a cold male figure as if not allowing anyone to touch her heart. Yes, God felt his heart had been tossed at once dropped at the same time by the foreign girl he had met some time ago.

When God's body has entered the car, Krishna tries to respond back to what Tanti wants.

"Sorry, we can't give you a ride. Because our car is not a public transport that can give a ride to anyone."

"But sir, isn't the information I gave you last night valuable information because it can keep you away from a snake woman like Mara?" tanti said she was trying to recall information that she thought was very valuable.

Krishna smiled cynically. "The information you convey is completely worthless. Because it left only a sadness for my friend earlier." Krisna stared fixedly at Tanti's face, trying to read the look on the face of this middle-aged woman. "And I think there's a lot of lies about the information you've been told."

Tanti was a little surprised, but as much as possible she mastered the emotions of her soul so as not to raise a suspicion. "No Sir. Everything I said was exactly what it was. Mara is such a woman."

"All right, I believe. However, I won't give you a ride. If you want to go to Bogor, please take the AKAP bus. From this place, the bus terminal is not too far, is it?"

Without further ado, Krisna breezed away leaving Tanti. While the mother and child can only be flabbergasted, rejected outright by the man who he hopes can take him to Bogor.

"Based on a cocky guy! Don't you know that I'm a rich man!" lirih Tanti slightly held back the annoyance.

"Mom, what do we do now?" said Puspa with a little worried tone.

Stop breathing rough. "We're going to terminal Pus. Inevitably, we'll have to take the bus to get to that town."

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