The Love Story of Single Parents

Chapters 206. A Reality

Chapters 206. A Reality

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" If only I knew you didn't show your love. Want me to take you off with a hug"

(Taken from the lyrics of the song Ipang Lazuardi ~ About Love)

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That afternoon was not excited. He loosened his tie after throwing his body into the sofa in the middle of his apartment. Closing his eyes for a moment.

The man who also owns several fish canning factories is now in a frenzy. But not his job.

" Why mas?" A soft-spoken sekar came with a cup of coffee to her husband that afternoon. Routine habits since becoming a wife.

" I'm sorry baby, I can't make you accept me yet!" Wisang looked at his wife.

Another hole is another nest, another person's problem. Wisang since from his parents' house the other day was very nervous. He pityes with Sekar. Is it true that the woman who gave birth to him is outrageous, or is he who is not wise to just unite in-laws and daughters-in-law.

" I'm okay, mas. Just my message, not because I you so rarely go there. Don't let Mama's relationship be cut off because of me!"

Wisang looked at Sekar's grim face. He is no less giving birth and inner living, but as a man who still has two complete parents, he also wants to feel the beautiful harmony between children and parents, daughter-in-law and in-law.

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" Boy night!" Abhimanyu rubbed the top of Raka's head gently. Affectionately.

" Pa's Night!" say it with a big smile. Raka Warai getting bigger is not as crowded as Jodhi. The eldest son of Dhira was more to talk less do more.

" This is my sister's favorite rawon!" said Dhira now began to familiarize the nickname for Raka who soon has a sister.

Abhimanyu's wife cooked rawon with her own hands. Yuni only helped as necessary.

The boy's eyes sparkled, he really liked the soup with the contents of the beef. Unparalleled authentic taste, became a favorite menu from childhood.

" Manyin ma added, same sambal!" raka said enthusiastically.

" Nih the crackers too!" Dhira shuns the child's favorite shrimp cracker setoples.

Abhimanyu smiled, he was very happy with his life at this time. Moreover, Raka's declining attitude like Dhira, makes her so fond of the child more than just a child.

" Don't get sick in the stomach!" said Abhimanyu who was on his throne that night. Not if Raka gets sick.

" Aman pa, I drink antacids after every spicy meal!" tukas Raka steady.

They eat with full service, feel happy with their togetherness.

" What school is Ka?" Abhimanyu is now chatting after his meal is finished. The man always tries to build a relationship as close as possible.

" Current Pa, volly too!"

Abhimanyu momentarily looked at Raka. It was as if he was going to say something.

" Why Pa? how come you see Raka?"

Abhimanyu smiled," Papa can't ask Raka for one thing?"

The boy was silent "What is it?" sahut later.

Abhimanyu put his hand on the table. Looking at Raka. It was as if he was an affirmative when he wanted to talk seriously.

" You're Papa's first child, don't ever tell this papa your biological father or not!"

Raka was still stunned to hear word for word coming out from Abhimanyu's mouth.

"Papa wants you to go to a real school, continue to study in accordance with the needs of Papa's company. Papa wishes you could take Papa's company!"

If anyone says too early in discussing the matter, considering Raka is still studying in junior high school, but for Abhimanyu such things must be planted early on.

Dhira was silent looking at the look on his son's face that suddenly changed but was not realized by Abhimanyu.

" Can Raka help papa by promising?" Abhimanyu looked at his son.

Raka sobbed for a moment, a moment later he nodded. Dhira knows something is in Raka's custody. But his son was amazingly great at setting his mood.

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The night wind was as if piercing Raka's skinny arm.

Abhimanyu's words terngiang. He actually has a passion in volleyball. But, why did Abhimanyu ask him to think about entrepreneurship?

The sound of a door swinging and then opening. Dhira apparently followed to Raka's room. The woman's habit before her child sleeps.

" Why haven't you slept?" Dhira came to Raka who folded her legs while sitting facing the crescent moonlight that night.

" Not yet!" Raka tried to smile.

" What's up, hm?" Dhira is his mother, of course he knows what happened to his son.

" Did papa's words bother Raka?" Dhira stroked her son's hair gently.

Raka just smiled. He did not dare to disappoint Abhimanyu. If he had to obey his papa, it would mean that he would go to college on business and management at a university that would have been boring. While he has a sports spirit since childhood.

" Papa said so, because he really considers Raka a part of Papa's life!"

Raka.

" Raka's smart, and Papa can see that Raka's a good boy!" Dhira.

" It's still a long way off, but Papa really thought about Raka's future carefully!" Dhira tried to give understanding to the boy.

I don't know, Raka just doesn't want to disappoint anyone when the atmosphere and situation of his life is as good as it is today. He just wants his mother also Papa Indra to remain happy even in their respective paths.

Because until anytime, they both are the origin of Raka. They are parents who must feel the devotion of Raka one day.

And for Abhimanyu, the wingless angel was also one of the list of people he should not let down. So what about his passion?

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Shinta that day cleaned her room which was quite messy. From the morning, I stood with a pile of clothes that were time for meekir. She began to rearrange her clothes, as well as some of the tools of her late husband that she now keeps neatly.

Time is indeed the best healing of wounds and sadness. Even in his heart, Rangga's name would never disappear.

He dismantled all clothes Rangga and left only a few pieces of clothes as a medicine miss that he deliberately let remain in the closet hanging.

But when he unpacked the lowest pile of clothes, he did not hesitate to drop a map.

" What is this?" Shinta took the map after putting a few stacks of clothes that she wanted to finish.

" Mas Rangga was never this nyari. Gini nih if the goods are needed again loudnya very difficult. Uh no need, even nongol!"

Shinta recalled that a few months before their accident, Rangga had sought medical records of the results of their reproductive examination.

Shinta is often confident because according to the analysis and diagnosis of doctors who incidentally are friends of Rangga, explain if they both have healthy reproduction.

The map is a map of Rangga's medical records that several years ago he had read. And for some reason, her husband was suddenly confused and seemed to be looking for something.

Shinta remembered, it was Rangga who kept it. But to make their homes scattered, the map was not met either.

" Hemm.kayaknya my clothes mending me aja deh. I'll give it to you this time, right?" Shinta had already gradually moved into her normal mode of being actually energetic.

And when he unpacked all the cabinets, accidentally there was a paper stuck between the lowest pile of clothes. Clothes that have been used for a long time are rarely used. Maybe even, if Rangga did not die maybe Shinta will never dismantle the contents of his closet.

With a furrowed forehead he picked up a piece of paper that looked yellowed on the edge. Maybe so long stored and become moist.

" Otherwise, I haven't been around for a long time!" he muttered as soon as he opened the symmetrical folds of paper.

Shinta's eyes rounded once knowing the contents of the letter was also a medical record data belonging to her late husband.

But why is this different.

With her body shaking and heart beating fast, the woman read a reality she had not even known.

Shinta cried to see the contents of the paper. In the mind of the nelangsa suddenly, Shinta cried so knowing the reality desired by the late Rangga.

" Mas Rangga why are you hiding all this from me mas?" the woman shook her head weakly, frustrated and cried. Regretting all this alone.

Shinta doesn't believe that.

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