The Love Story of Single Parents

Chapters 114. The Pusara Bapak

Chapters 114. The Pusara Bapak

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" There is a long prayer rug stretched out, from the foot of the cradle. To the edge of the servant's grave. The grave of the servant when he dies"

(Taken from the lyrics of the song Bimbo ~ Sajadah Panjang).

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"Jodhi!!!" Dhira also tilted his head as his ears caught the familiar voice.

Jodhi apparently came with Rania. Making Bastian aghast, just now his heart was filled with that woman. Now the reality is already in front of his house.

"Tante, I was at the shop. Keep saying mbak Sekar Aunty to Uti's house. So I'm coming!" Jodhi greeted the two men with nyerocos.

Dhira smiled, "Are both mama's?" dhira asked who saw Rania coming down from the driving room.

"Yes, the holidays. I wanted to see Raka actually. What time is he coming home?"

"Jodhi, help this mama. Even go first!" Rania hassles brought some hampers to Bu Kartika. After learning that Dhira was in his mother's house, he turned his car around to buy a hand.

" Duh mbak sorry yes...Si Jodhi tuh, a very good time to play to Raka's place!" Rania put on a face.

Rania appeared in a casual dress that morning, denim jeans with a boxed shirt rolled at the elbow, with Curly's hair in the ponytail. Makes her look so sweet.

Bastian did not let go of his gaze to Jodhi's mama. " Bas, that helps!" dhira nudged his sister's arm. Bringing his consciousness back.

"Eh, here ma'am let me help!" Dhira picked up an unbearable signal from his sister's face.

I don't know what it's got in a hampers of that size. "For my mother!" rania.

"Kok bothered Ran!" Sungkan.

" No bother!"

"Get in first yuk, hot outside!" take Dhira to Jodhi and Rania.

They flock into the house, Bastian immediately bring in a package as big as a TV tube into the kitchen.

" Where's mom?" ask Rania.

"To the house cing Tami in front, help-help brags because there would be a routine recitation event on Monday night!" answer Dhira.

"Grandfather's Study!" imbecile.

Rania nodded in understanding.

"Auntie I'm thirsty!" Jodhi.

"Joe!" Rania was embarrassed, her son was really always without a shady aling-aling.

"Oh my goodness, let's just talk so forget about this Auntie's kid. For a moment. What'd Jo drink?"

"The cold Te!" Jodhi was pleased she was called a child by Andhira.

"Jo, you don't do that. Not polite!" Rania scolded her violent son .

"Why am I thirsty, ask for a drink. Masa Jodhi must ask fried bananas fit thirsty again? mama ni lebai sometimes!"

Rania rounded her eyes to hear Jodhi's reply. " You are ..."

"Well, this Auntie brought you some watermelon syrup ice!" Rania appeared with four large glasses on the tray, filled with ice syrup with watermelon fillings that looked fresh.

"Take a big cut!" jodhi Tukas.

"That which makes, has been drunk. Ran drink first!" Dhira.

Rania immediately spooned the drink, and put it in her mouth.

"I'm actually also hungry Tan, miss Auntie's cooking!" jodhi's speech made Rania choke on the watermelon, while Bastian also appeared from the direction of her kitchen.

"Bu Rania why?" Bastian panicked and immediately hit Rania on the nape. Hoping to relieve the sedak experienced by his boss.

Jodhi glanced at it indifferently. While Dhira gave a smile. He knew that Rania must have been shocked and upset at the same time, when she heard Jodhi's words.

Seeing her cough Rania never subsided, in a hurry Bastian took a glass of water to the kitchen.

"Drink first, ma'am!" Bastian handed Rania a glass of water.

Half of the glass had slid down Rania's throat.

"Jodhi!!!" Rania is really upset with her son. His mouth was really slong there was no brake on his mind.

Dhira chuckled at the interaction of the child and the mother who did not get along.

"Why?" Jodhi was still busy spooning the watermelon into her mouth.

"Let's Ran, Jodhi's used to me!" Dhira tries to calm Rania who is embarrassed not overbearing.

"I think my real mama is Auntie Dhira. Open mama!" jodhi said lightly. Making Bastian and Dhira laugh. While Rania is tickling.

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Besides, today is the day that her late husband is called the power. If it's past noon, it's another day. This was done because Bu Kartika still holds the Javanese culture.

Bu Kartika still understands the count of Wage, Pahing, Kliwon, Pon, Legi and so on.

"I'll stay first, son. Just jerk off" Bu Kartika pamit.

"You're here shitty yeah. Raka wants to go home, already on the road. Later the same papa directly ushered here!" Dhira.

"Well, what's going on there?" ask Rania.

"Wear Bastian's bike, not far away. We go first, okay?"

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Bastian is alone with Rania.

While Jodhi, after spending two plates of cob pelas with clear vegetables moringa and belching four times, he fell asleep on the title of a mattress in front of a lighted tv. Banged like a sembut.

"Will be full come sleepy. Fuck up!" Rania shook her head as she wanted to see why her son had not come out as he was about to eat in the back.

"Let's go Mom, must be tired of waiting for her Raka!" bastian's voice shocked Rania, the man was right behind her. The distinctive aroma of Bastian is now back he breathed. Dancing in her nose.

The two different types of humans were silent, faintly heard the sound of a cartoon film that was still playing. From his voice, Jodhi was playing a cartoon film with several Hokage there.

The two of them looked at each other, Bastian's heart was about to jump. While Rania he really admired the handsome face of Bastian.

"It's in the window...." They were aghast, Jodhi's voice suddenly sounded. But the boy closed his eyes again. Jodhi is apparently. Make the awkwardness created there, subside.

"Sit Ma'am!" take Bastian to Rania to sit down.

Rania who salting alias wrong behavior was also according to. " You're off at home like this?" rania asked with a pillow-holding motion.

Bastian nodded, "It's a holiday to rest Mom!" he smiled with his neat teeth.

"Don't go with a girlfriend?" Rania asks, she also wants to know if Bastian is still alone if he already has a lover.

"Nobody wants to be with me Mom. Women today if the mount is not a slippery and shiny sedan, no one wants to!" Bastia smiled bitterly. He expressed his disbelief in his own target.

"It's not all!" Rania suddenly had her heart ache hearing Bastian say that. He defended because he was not like that. She remembers Chandra, her ex-husband who was also of the blood type.

"I'm close to someone, but it's not clear yet. I have no confidence!" bastian looked at Rania.

I don't know why Rania was jealous to hear Bastian's words just now.

Does she have a woman close to her? it imposes.

"So far what?, I mean the woman who loves you, would accept your situation as it is!" Rania responded with a troubled heart.

"It's not that simple, ma'am. The woman is beautiful, rich and honorable. While I..." Bastian smiled bitterly.

Rania is curious about the woman who made Bastian fall in love. " Which person?"

"People are close here. I don't know Ma'am. I am clearly in the mind!" Bastian stared fixedly at Rania's face that looked agitated.

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Bu Kartika took Dhira to his Father's tomb. Dhira often visited the tomb of his father. When he was about to build a shophouse, Dhira also took the time to sowan to the pusara of his late father.

Trying to always involve his father despite living bones that are under the mound of land

With shrinking tears he recited a special prayer for his father's soul. To calm down and get forgiveness from the Khalik. He was also seen cleaning the weeds that grew on the ground with the tombstone.

" Sir, Dhira is coming again. This time Dhira asked for the blessing of his father. "

Bu Kartika sat crouched beside her son.

"Dhira wants to be married to Abhimanyu sir. Good man who loves Dhira. Dhira also loves him"

Bu Kartika's eyes are starting to heat up. He was still stunned to hear his son speak.

" Tomorrow before Ijab kabul, Dhira will bring him here. " Mrs Kartika shrank the flow of tears on her cheeks.

"Thank you, Dhira, permission and blessing. I hope you are there the same. May the marriage of Dhira this time is a blessed marriage sir, may the husband of Dhira later be able to love Dhira just as the father loves mother until death comes!" Dhira crying. Unable to see the tombstone bearing his father's name.

Bu Kartika's defense broke down, he couldn't hold back his own tears.

"May Bastian also soon meet his soul mate sir. Poor he's busy taking care of my mother the same I keep. Don't take care of himself, don't think about his own happiness!"

They dissolve in sobs. The blazing sun weather bears witness to the existence of those who dissolve in haru

"Please pray the blessing sir, accompany our steps with the father's prayer from there"

Bu Kartika sobbing. In his heart he also expressed the same hope. Happiness for Dhira and Bastian.

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