The Love of the Duda

TCSD 51: Rainy City

"Oh... Grandson Oma.... How are you doing, honey? I really miss you!"

The rays of happiness seemed to fill the look on the face of the Oma Widuri when she saw who arrived home this morning. A man who is almost four-headed, but always he considers a little man that he should pamper. So, it is a natural thing, if oma Widuri always treats the granddaughter like a young man she can hug and she kisses her right and left cheeks, as she pleases.

For almost a week he never met his grandson. Make women who have entered the age of twilight want to always menguyel (nah loh, what else is menguyel-uyel?😅) the grandson for her to kiss so much.

The gods only smiled faintly. "God is fine Oma. In that case, God went straight to Oma's room. God's tired!"

At a glance, Oma Widuri looked towards Krisna who was behind the back of the God. Oma Widuri seemed to ask for an explanation to her assistant granddaughter, but Krishna just sniffed her shoulders.

"Eh... What's wrong with you, Wa? Why did Oma see your face so grim and moody? What the hell happened to you?"

Oma Widuri saw a strange gurgle from the look on her grandson's face. Returning from the city of Jogja that he said he would make as a city to calm down and as a city that will restore his smile and cheerfulness, but what appears today is a face filled with blackened cloudiness. Yes, the man looked like he was being struck by deep sorrow.

The god smiled bitterly. He is indeed being overwhelmed by grief that may be due to his own mistakes. Yes, it was a mistake because he did not listen to the words of the assistant to look for the existence of the girl who had unknowingly managed to steal a piece of the heart that he had. And now, when the girl was no longer able to meet, she really felt no passion to climb her days.

"God is fine Oma. Maybe the gods are just a little exhausted. Therefore, God went to the room first Oma. God wants to rest immediately."

The god tried to deny what he felt, that he would be fine after the departure of the foreign lady. But still, no matter how hard he tried to deny his heart, the void was really getting spoiled in the recesses of his heart.

Despite being filled with millions of questions swirling around in his mind, oma Widuri still nodded. "Alright Wa. Clean your body first. Then rest."

With shaky footsteps, the god left the oma and the assistant still fixated on what was in their sight. The gods take the steps that will take him to his private room.

"Ppsssst... What happened to the gods? Why does he look so moody?"

Oma Widuri could no longer hold back her curiosity about what the Gods were going through. The woman who had entered the twilight age caught a bad signal from the face of the grandson.

"Oma's grandson is heartbroken."

The two eyebrows of the Oma Widuri were intertwined. "Breaked heart? God still can't move on from Dita?"

"It wasn't Oma, it wasn't Dita who broke Oma's favorite granddaughter's heart."

"Then?"

"Mara, Oma!"

Oma Widuri's forehead shriveled even more, hearing Krisna mention a name that was so foreign to her ears. "Mara's? Who is Mara? Ahhhh.. Come on, Kris, tell me what I don't know at all. I'm really curious."

"Yes Oma, Krishna will tell me. But didn't Oma entertain Krishna first? With dishes made by mbok Darmi? Krishna's hungry Oma!"

With a face that is clear, Krisna asked to eat to the Oma Widuri which she already considers like her own biological oma. Accompanying someone who is heartbroken is really not fun. His heartbreak made him feel no hunger at all. And that affected Krishna who happened to be near the God who was heartbroken. The widower seemed to forget, if since leaving the resort house, they had not filled the stomach with food at all. That is what Krishna felt. The man was starving to death.

Oma Widuri just clucked softly while shaking her head. "Of!!!"

Not long ago seen mbok Darmi running a small approach to the oma Widuri. "Yes Nyasar. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Prepare a lot of food and the most delicious for my grandson. For three years he had not eaten. Look, his body looks so skinny, doesn't it?"

Darmi chuckles amusedly. The boss really has a high quality of humor. That's what makes Darmi feel at home for years devoted himself to becoming a household assistant oma Widuri.

"Good Nyasar. I will prepare a lot of food and delicious for Mr. Krishna."

Darmi breezes over leaving Krisna and oma Widuri. Along with Krishna who approached towards the oma and wrestled spoiled in the arms of oma Widuri.

"Thank you very much my beloved Oma. But that was why Mbok Darmi called Oma with Nyasar? What the hell is that? Who's really off to Oma?"

"Hmmmmm stray is short for big mistress. So these days, Darmi called me that."

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. Grand madam? Hahaha funny too huh Oma?"

"Hmmmmm. You eat immediately. After that tell me everything that happened to God while he was in Jogja!"

"My Asiyaapp Oma!"

***

Mara shouted while waving her hand when she saw the shadow of the body of a man who had just come out of the blue angkot. After being on the way for ten more hours, finally for the first time, the young girl set foot in the city of Bogor. On the instructions of Pramono, Mara was asked to go down at the Cibinong market which was not so far from the contract that would be her residence later.

Pramono turned his head towards the source of the voice. A sweet smile rose on the man's lips. "Mara!"

Gegas, Pramono swung his legs to get closer to Mara who happened to be sitting in one of the small food stalls in this market.

"Mas Pram, how's dad doing? Is dad okay?"

The situation of the father is the first question raised by Mara when she met Pramono. Mara, who is not used to being away from Baskara, made the girl a little worried because she had not been together with her father for a few days.

"You take it easy, Ra. Your father's in a good state."

Mara breathed a sigh of relief. It turns out that Pramono is indeed a good person that he can trust to take care of his father. "Was my father and I staying away from here?"

Pram shook his head slowly. "No Ra. Ten minutes you ride the blue angkot, you can reach the contract you will live in." Pramono looks a little smiley. "You don't have to worry, I've already found a contract for you and your father. And for the next three months, you can occupy that contract for free."

Mara was a little flabbergasted. "I mean Pram, what?"

"I've paid the contract for the next three months Ra. So you can focus on taking care of your father and maybe even find a job."

Mara's eyes condense, forming crystal twigs in the corners of her eyes. "I don't know what else to say. I really owe you a lot."

Mara crying. I do not know how many times he shed tears because he could meet the good people who helped him, without ever expecting at all. Pramono could only smile knots. He pulled Mara's body and she took it into his arms. For Pram himself, Mara is like his biological sister, a sister who he must always keep his safety.

"You don't have to do anything to repay everything I've done for you, Ra. You just need to always be excited in realizing all the dreams you have. Promise me that after this your life will be better than ever."

Mara nodded slowly. "I promise you."

Pram parses his little embrace. He wiped away the tears of this crying young girl with his fingers. "You must be happy, my brother. That way, Paramitha's bulik will always be calm there."

"Yes Mas. I will work hard for my happiness and also for my father's happiness."

***

"Dad....!!"

Mara took a squatting position in front of her father who was sitting in a wheelchair. Springing, the girl hugged the body of the father tightly. He could no longer bear the tightness in his chest over the longing he felt for his father. And now, when he saw the father in good condition without one less thing, tears full of relief that flowed rapidly he could not stop anymore.

"Mara-Mara... My daughter!"

Similar to Mara, Baskara also spills all the happiness as well as the haru taste mixed into one. The man was crying in the child's arms. The child that he did not care about at all, it was precisely this time that became the only person who was always there for him. Without ever complaining, his daughter was always patient in taking care of him when the disease he suffered was eating away at his body to make him unable to do anything.

Mara unraveled her little embrace. He grabbed the hand of the wrinkled father and he held it tightly and he kissed it tightly. "From today on, we'll start our new life in this town Dad. It's just the two of us. You must have the spirit to heal. So that we can pass through our new days full of happiness."

Baskara just nodded slowly. Mara hugged her father's body tightly. No matter how much wrong his father ever made, for Mara Baskara is still the man she loves. The same goes with loving your mother. Mara understands well that after all, a father is the first love for a daughter.

In the arms of the father, Mara's eyes looked a little bright. There was something that came to fill the recesses of his heart.

Lord God... I've been in this town. Could we meet again someday?

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