The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 17. Misconceptions that improvise
Chapters 17. Misconceptions that improvise
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"Revive yourself by helping others!".
Dhira stared at the nanar of a business card given by the old woman, when he arrived at his house.
While waiting for Raka to get the P3K box.
Not the random person he helped earlier apparently, seen from the position written clearly on the card. But he doesn't really need that card.
For the moment more precisely.
"If your hand still hurts, let it be between Bastian later, or we call the guy to take it here"
Said Bu Kartika who displayed his anxiety, towards the eldest child.
"Not too kok buk, in the ointment of this later must also be dried sponges"
Bu Kartika just exhaled, he did not understand the way his son's mind was desperate to endanger his own life to help others.
"You don't be like this anymore, Dhir, lucky you're okay"
"If not" Ms. Kartika did not continue her words.
"This ma" said Raka who came carrying a P3K box.
Interrupting the conversation between the mother and the child.
Dhira was a little late to pick up his son earlier, fortunately Raka still had a briefing with his Volinya team, so it did not make him bored waiting.
"Thank you son" said Dhira.
Raka tried to open the box, the release of antiseptic liquid, wound dressing plaster, and red medicine.
He felt his mother must be a superhero drop, because she had managed to help others even though she was now injured.
But there was a sense of anxiety, worry and anxiety implied in the eyes of the 13-year-old boy.
If his mother had anything worse than this, she would not have been able to deal with all that.
"Mama's okay" said Dhira glanced at her son who was busy watching him treat the incision.
"Raka promises to be a successful person ma, so mama has not been difficult like this"
"Let your mom at home don't need to sell this stuff"
The boy couldn't seem to hide his sadness.
He knew very well, since his mother divorced his father, he did not get a penny pocket money from his father.
In fact, his mother now had to slam bones to finance his school, as well as the needs of his life.
Dhira who heard Raka say like that, of course, was not strong enough to resist the feeling of haru.
He knew that he was facing the test of the storms of life, but he was very grateful to have Raka who became the spirit of his life.
But for Raka, parents are an encouragement for her anank soul.
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This Thursday Raka looks really focused on training, the schedule of the game that increasingly feels mepet requires him and the team to train hard.
Improve Smash and good defense techniques, as well as accurate blocking blocks that can strengthen team defense.
Jodhi looks faithful waiting for Raka, she actually wants to come along. Still embarrassed though.
Today's latitude gives an energy drink to Jodhi, who sits in the audience seat next to the field.
Making Jodhi scrunch her forehead.
"When do you drink, when do you practice?" tanya Latitude.
The sweet girl seems to give special attention to Jodhi.
Raka, who is still being briefed by the coach, seems to notice the interaction between the two from a distance.
"Ok rest first, after this we play practice" said training to the men's volleyball team.
"Cieee who can be a box of milk" Raka teases the sitting Jodhi, staring at the missing latitude back nanar behind the wall.
Probably going to the school toilet.
"What the hell" elak Jodhi after his gaze returned to Raka.
Raka was gulping down mineral water from inside her bottle, "ahhhhhh" she had long ah, a sign her thirst had been cured.
"When to play?, not bosen so the handyman waiting for my bag mulu?" he said, inserting the bottle, the depth of the bag.
"Say I want to come, come on"
Raka said while fixing the ties of his loosened shoes.
"Tomorrow if it's over"
"By the same time, take the yuk practice" Raka groped Jodhi's hand, making Jodhi ashamed.
"What the hell, tomorrow. This is a big boy" said Jodhi to take off his hand.
But too late, Mr. Renaldi was staring at the two boys.
"What are you" said Renaldi.
"Jodhi wants to take part in the training sir"
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Believe me Jodhi has cursed several times to Raka.
But Raka laughed with satisfaction.
Renaldi actually looks happy when Jodhi wants to join to just practice, he knows very well who Jodhi is.
Coincidentally also one of their members was unable to attend, making Jodhi's presence very desirable.
But it is unexpected, apparently Jodhi is actually also talented in the sport.
One team consists of 6 people, sharing roles and tasks in their respective domains.
Tosser or setter is in charge of organizing attacks by feeding the ball.
Libero as key to defense passing.
The blocker is in charge of stemming enemy attacks.
Spiker is in charge of attacking by making a hard spike to the opposing team.
They started to train, looks serious also direction from the coach.
Until 4 pm, their scores still keep chasing each other in this 4th set.
It just so happened that Raka and Jodhi were on different teams. One ball feeder referred to as a setter that feeds the ball, which is directly in the fly by Raka.
Raka's hard spike is not able to be held by Bayu, one of their colleagues who is currently in a team with Jodhi.
Become a middle blocker .
The score of 25-22 is clearly evidence of a landslide victory achieved by the Raka team, at training that afternoon.
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"Lu why" asked Jodhi to Raka who was daydreaming looking at the vehicle that alternated on the road.
They both are waiting for an invitation.
"Gue sometimes envies you Jo" said Raka still staring at the densely packed streets.
"Dear?"
"Gue?" he said pointing towards himself.
"Lo's life is obviously well-sufficient, the old man is still complete" he still wears his smile.
"Same different to me" this time the smile turned into a wry smile.
Jodhi looked at the face bathed in sweat, belonging to Raka.
"Lo wrong Ka" he said now also glanced towards the road.
Making Raka look to the side, right into Jodhi's face.
"Gue just discovered the meaning of the family in the elo house, warm greetings, food made by mama elo, even the taste when picked up using the same motorcycle mama elo" he smiled to remember the memory of his time with Raka, studying together in that simple house the other day.
"Maybe elo, my life is enough. No shortage"
"But the honest one who should be envious is me. Open elo"
Raka looked at Jodhi's face.
"Know why?" Because you still have both parents.
"My parents are divorced" said Raka, throwing her face the other way.
Jodhi was stunned, so the man who often picked up Raka was who?
The mistake is never to ask too many questions.
"Divorce or not divorce essentially papa mama elo is still there. Still can see whenever you want"
"While I?"
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Raka immediately turned his head back towards Jodhi, who turned out that his two eyeballs were already glazed over.
"Gue the orphan Ka"
"My father is dead"
"Ga there's his tomb" the clear liquid escaped Jodhi's eyes.
Raka increasingly frowned, he who had always felt his life seemed the heaviest. In fact, there is still something heavier.
If the saying goes, there is still sky above the sky.
Or Urip iku sawang sinawang
"Elo is luckier than me" Jodhi's voice now becomes hoarse, because his crying is increasingly broken.
Raka grabbed Jodhi's body, hugged her best friend, patted her shoulder giving her strength.
"My life is empty Ka, no one wants to be friends with me" Jodhi's body now vibrates.
"Everyone is busy with their business"
"There's no or no I'm the same for them"
Unbeknownst to them, Bastian who had come to pick up his nephew, saw the moving thing in front of him.
Bastian who heard Jodhi's emotional overflow became moved.
Bastian parked his car on the side of the road, leaving the two friends unaware of the man's presence.
"Are you guys done"
"Om Bastian" Raka immediately took off her embrace.
Of course he felt ashamed and afraid that others misunderstood, he was apparently too baper.
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Jodhi and Raka glanced at each other as the three of them were in Cak Rojali's chicken noodle shop.
Yes, Jodhi finally joined Bastian's car because he deliberately did not notify the house people if he had gone home.
"So you thought I was Raka's father all along?" bastian said as if conducting a trial to two friends.
Jodhi nodded.
Bastian exhaled, "Father and son are the same"
"meaning?" Jodhi asked now.
"Your father thought I was Raka's father"
"And om thinks Abi's father is my father" said Jodhi did not want to lose.
Now Bastian is no less surprised.
"Who is Abi's father?"
"Dad Abhimanyu, she's my sister's mother"
"It's not my real father"
"I have called him that since childhood, because of the teachings of Mama and Oma Buyut"
"What?" Bastian doesn't believe it.
What kind of meeting is this, leaving only improvised misunderstandings.
He just remembered that the main director in the company was the father of Raka's schoolmate.
It is fitting that the question of bang Togar gets a no-holds answer from the number one person in the Delta Group.
But it seems they all misunderstood.
"So Rania's mother is your mother" Bastian as if stifled looking at the child in front of him.
Not an indiscriminate child, he was the son of his current superior.
The niece of the number one in his company.
"I've already explained it" he started grabbing a bowl of delicious chicken noodles, which had just been served at his desk.
"Emmmm, that's really good. I add yes later" said Jodhi who looks happy.
Bastian just shook his head, son of a rich man, can usually be that happy just by eating a bowl of street food chicken noodles.
Unbelieveable.
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