The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 23. Strange move
Chapter 23. Strange move
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"Side for one thing, survive by any means".
After finishing all the work, it was time to say goodbye. The finished cake has been handed over to Bik Surti, to be stored in a special place. For tomorrow's event.
Abhimanyu who got this task, felt very enthusiastic. He also refused a good offer to deliver his employer's guest.
"I'm just mister, sir let me rest" said Good.
"Ga papa Gos, I want to go out" Abhimanyu said.
Raka was seen sleeping in the car. Dhira insisted on refusing to sit in front, Finally the three of them sat in the back seat.
Make Abhimanyu like a driver.
Wow, you can imagine. A Managing Director of Delta Group, is becoming an impromptu driver
"So troublesome nak Abhimanyu" said Bu Kartika from the back seat.
"Not at all Mom, even I thank you for the help of Mom and Raka's mother" his mouth was still stiff to mention the woman's name.
Abhimanyu glanced at Andhira's face from the rear vision glass, and Andhira threw his gaze outwards.
"Why always avoid and ignore" his inner
Abhimanyu felt a strange thump, as he stared at the beautiful face. A sense that always wants, and wants to see that shady face continuously.
"Son Abhimanyu, how many children have you had?" asked Bu Kartika, a stale base just wants to break the silence.
"I happen to have no Mom, Jodhi is my son now" he replied with a smile.
Bu Kartika smiled back, although not known by Abhimanyu.
"Geez mother, why ask something like this" said Dhira, who felt her mother was too.
"So, where is his real wife" he's still impassioned.
Andhira was still reluctant to engage in any chatter with the mother and the man in front of the wheel. Bu Kartika did not ask anything else, they ended up just as silent.
Abhimanyu turned on the radio on the dashboard of his car, to break the silence.
🎶He,, ye,,,iye,,iye
It starts with beautiful eyes smile
Why should I fret
Started to look into your warm eyes
Why be upset...."
Directly welcomed by a song arranged by the famous keyboardist's son.
Making Dhira cringe.
But Abhimanyu actually sang the song, casually.
"Good god this song"
It was one of his favorite songs.
🎶Let love sputter on the chest
Let love blend us uwo uwo
The first love story I think
Never end our love story...
(Kahitna's love story)
While Abhimanyu seemed to enjoy the song, it really became a backsound himself at this time.
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"Ka, it's up to my son" Dhira patted his son's cheek, but Raka did not open her eyes.
"Why?" said Abhimanyu who just came down.
He came to Andhira who was still struggling to wake his son.
"Here, Raka is hard to wake up. The habit of sleeping in the car is difficult to wake up"
"Let me try" said Abhimanyu, who pulled Dhira out of the car seat.
"Ka, Raka has arrived" Abhimanyu stroked Raka's head.
Do it with full tenderness.Surprisingly, when the child's body squirms.
"Eeeuuuhhhhgh, have you arrived?" raka said with a raucous voice.
Bu Kartika has already entered his house. The house is still dark, indicating Bastian has not returned home.
"Dhir, Bastian doesn't bother you. Tumben hasn't come home yet" Bu Kartika looked worried, radiating a look of uneasiness on the woman's face.
Dhira opened and stirred the contents of his bag, then grabbed his phone.
He saw no notification of any message on his phone, and the clock on his phone screen has shown the number 20.31 WIB.
"Where is he" said Dhira.
Abhimanyu was seen dialing someone through his cell phone, as soon as he heard about the panic of Bu Kartika.
"Let's go in first" asked Bu Kartika.
Ms. Kartika was seen going inside, I don't know what she did. Keep some of his dirty clothes probably.
Raka had also darted into his room, the drowsiness that attacked really made him unable to immediately lay down himself.
I didn't even get to see Abhimanyu. Thira and Abhimanyu were left in the living room.
"Bastian"
"Bastian"
He said simultaneously, making them fixate for a few seconds . It's true coincidence that brings up a strange phenomenon.
"You were" Andhira said.
Abhimanyu smiled, a strange vibration emerging from his heart. Things he hadn't felt for a long time.
"Bastian, I mean everyone in the office has gone home, there are no more activities there" Abhimanyu told Andhira.
Dhira just kept quiet, he felt uncomfortable just being there with a man.
"Where is he?, not usually not tell when there will be other business" his mind spoke.
Ms. Kartika now returned to the living room, hearing the conversation between the two of them.
"Maybe it's still on the road, let's just wait"
Dhira is now the one who changed into the house.
Abhimanyu finally spoke briefly with Bu Kartika, mince words before he left.
"This is please welcome Mom, thank you for helping us" Abhimanyu said, handing over a thick brown envelope. Clearly contains a rupiah sheet that is not small.
Ms. Kartika grabbed the envelope, opened it and started counting.
"What's not wrong son, this is too much" Bu Kartika was really surprised, the amount of money given was even equivalent to the profit of sales a month.
"I just delivered a message from Oma earlier, please accept" said Abhimanyu smiling.
He had looked back, looking for the figure of the woman, but what was sought seemed not to bring up the trunk of his nose.
"Mom I say goodbye first" he felt bad lingering there for a long time, because it was late.
"It's late, thank you so much again" Abhimanyu added.
"I thank you son" said Bu Kartika felt the Abhimanyu family was so good.
"Dhir, Dhira" call Bu Kartika.
Finally the woman came out, she had now changed her clothes with a home negligee. Makes Abhimanyu stare invulnerably.
"I'm saying goodbye!"
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Abhimanyu
He drove his vehicle at moderate speed, his male soul seemed to return when he looked at the woman he now knew was a single parent.
But the indifference and tendency to avoid Andhira, clearly makes him more challenged.
He is an adult man who has long had no color in his life, the frenetic world of the night and its contents never even interested him.
It is just a biological need, nothing more. There is no love, or any other beautiful feeling.
"Different woman" he muttered in front of the steering wheel, remembering the beautiful face of Dhira when wearing the negligee.
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Andhira
Insomnia again attacked the woman, even though all day jibaku make a cake clearly make her body crumpled dimly.
The flash of his memory actually returned when Abhimanyu in a soft voice, woke up his only son.
Also a meaningful gaze, which is often emanated by a pair of eagle eyes belonging to Abhimanyu.
"No, Dhira. He only respects you as a guest"
His eyes never closed, he turned his body to face Raka, who was sound asleep.
He looked at Raka's shady face, implied as bright as Indra's face on the pale face.
Again the tears escaped without his permission, he never thought if his life should be like this. He has started something that he himself does not know when he will end it.
Widows.
He kissed the forehead of the only treasure, how to continue to live with his son, in the midst of the harsh storms of life that hit him.
Will he be able, will he be able to pass through the sheets of days that may be many transverse events later on, alone?
There should be a male figure that can be his backrest, he rubbed Raka's black hair.
A moment later closed his eyes, hoping that a moment's distant dream led him to smile that night.
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