The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 51. Phrase
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Dhira
The night after he was hit by mothers he did not know earlier, successfully made himself insomnia. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. Is holding the status of the widow really this difficult?, if asked to choose of course he does not want to live this way.
"Yourf!" he took a deep breath, what he was feeling these few days was actually enough to make his heart ache. Indra's humiliation, his life path that still has to be tempered by a storm of fate, his thoughts about the future of Raka, plus the insults of the mothers.
As a shadow of Bu Kartika appears, maybe this is the impact against the master in the past, even until now he still does not know the strong reason why his mother does not approve of him.
A clear proof, if the blessing of the old man is very important, and the figure of the mother is a sacred figure whose prayers are efficacious, efficacious, and certainly touched by the almighty governing life.
Also, Shinta's remark the other day that asked her to get married, in order to clear up the negative image of a widow, is still a bad thing for her to do.
But can he open his heart?, can he get out of the trauma?.
Looking at the clock in his simple nightstand, he chose to purify himself by taking ablution water. He has prayed isya', but there is no harm. He wants to complain to the one who turns his heart.
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Abhimanyu
He came home late tonight, he smoked a cigarette under the dim light on the balcony of his room. Accompanied by the wind that pierced the skin. The moon looked perfect, as if laughing at him.
How not, handsome man, rich laden with honor. But what is pursued?, that his heart was empty, uninhabited.
He smoked his cigarette deeply, remembering the words of Oma who kept telling herself to open a new page.
"do I have to let you go, Gwen?" inner talking.
If the average human life span is to be given up to 60 years, that means less than 20 years he will breathe in the earth. That means, if he does not immediately follow his heart, he will live in turmoil, living in silliness. Waiting for the uncertain, which will lead to futility.
He eroded the cigarette butts are still long, a flash of intent present infiltrated into the recesses of his heart. He laid himself on a mattress, a cold mattress because it was not used for a long time for a hot event.
He used his two hands to make a pillow, his eyes staring at the ceiling.
"I'll do it tomorrow!" he said in his heart, closing his eyes. Expect all the fatigue he felt, lost carried away by dreams.
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The cold night changed with the coming sunshine brought with it new hope for all the inhabitants of the earth. The jaunt of life has been felt, children go to school, teachers go to teach, employees go to the office, and a beautiful widow looks busy arranging delicious food and cakes, trying her luck while still selling.
Today the plan will be open only half a day, because later after the magrib they will meet the invitation of Mrs Regina.
"Dhir, you have a gift for Raka's great-grandfather?" Shinta asked, wiping the table there.
"Not yet, bring me Shin. I don't know this yet!"
"Well, I can. Eh Dhir, indeed yes people if rich so. It's old, it's still a birthday!"
"Ye, you're asked what the answer is!"
A few seconds of ease came a car that early, Shinta had already gone inside. Left her who was still cleaning the showcase.
Dhira was surprised, seeing Abhimanyu who apparently got off the sedan car. People he hadn't seen for a long time, even intentionally. And it's better.
But his heart was relieved, as soon as he saw the figure of Jodhi who was behind the tall man. Seen closing the car door, and walking towards him.
"For Auntie!" sapa Jodhi who is always excited when meeting with her.
"For Jo!" Dhira smiled kindly. Abhimanyu was seen still calling someone in the parking lot, I don't know maybe with his assistant.
"Where are you?, I'll pick him up Tan. He'll come home later, let him come home. Auntie will be there too!" apparently the boy wanted to ask permission from her, to take Raka along.
After Jodhi slid back to meet his son, he had seen Abhimanyu who looked angry while talking on his phone. He just shook his head, he would make tea for Abhimanyu. It's nothing, just a thank you for picking up his son.
No matter who was cursed by Abhimanyu, but when the tea he brewed was ready, the man did not even finish his emotions, Dhira chose to arrange the spoons and forks on the tables of his shop.
But not for long, the man seemed to approach her." Hay, how are you?" as usual, he could always be that relaxed. In fact, it was clear he had just been angry at the person on the phone.
Dhira smiled, "well, please might be able to reduce the emotions a little" said Dhira who gave a cup of warm tea, with a piece of delicious cake.
Abhimanyu chuckled at Andhira's words, as if the woman saw her scolding Devan. Obviously his assistant was making things worse.
"The Devan !" he told Andhira. Wait, why tell Andhira?. Does it matter?.
When Shinta was about to put the cake she had just lifted from the oven, she stopped to look at the figure sitting in front of Andhira. She smiled, and then she decided to go back to the kitchen. Make room for his best friend. He will do his job later after the rich and handsome man leaves.
"Emmm, why all the things Mama Raka makes are always delicious yes" said Abhimanyu who smiled, shortly after sipping a warm tea, with a delicious smell of jasmine.
Dhira chuckled, it was always that the man was exaggerating in praise. Not that, the taste of tea everywhere is so-so.
They kept quiet, Dhira even ran out of materials to speak. Want to leave is also not good, he is a guest as well as a driver for his son later.
Silence moment.
"Geez!"
"Geez!"
They spoke simultaneously, making them chuckle realizing it. This has been twice as long as they have known, doing something similar.
"You first!" the man allowed Dhira to speak first.
"Oma's healthy, right?" Dhira said what he really wanted to ask.
"Oma just got sick, her tension was high a while ago!"
"The repot, he always refused to take me to the hospital!" mimik Abhimanyu looks serious.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry we didn't know!" Dhira Sesal.
"It's okay, I've asked Richard to take care of it"
"Maybe Oma needs entertainment in order to be happier living her days Sir!" oh no!!, for what sake Dhira still called him Master. Dhira still does not know how honorable an Abhimanyu is, because when he was in a tavern like today the man was transformed like an ordinary man, a father who drove his son to school.
Abhimanyu stared at Dhira's pretty face, "there's something I want to talk about!" looking at his face more seriously, made Dhira choked.
"Maybe it's too soon, but I really can't put it off anymore!"
Dhira's heart was getting worse, guessing what the man in front of him would say. Why his feelings become dag dig dug. He was even seen playing his fingertips, indicating that he was agitated.
"I'm interested in you!"
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They were still the same silent, the new Abhimanyu made the confession was seen holding Dhira's hand. Dhira was still silent, unable to believe nor did he know what to answer. Especially his status
Dhira pulls his hand slowly," I don't deserve Mister?" Dhira suddenly became shrivelled, insecure.
Abhimanyu looked at the withered down Dhira," Dhira, one of the reasons that made Oma sick was to think about my situation!"
"I'm free, you're free we can be just as starting!" abhimanyu.
From the back of the incense came the sound of Jodhi and Raka laughing, joking.
Abhimanyu who realized that the arrival of the two boys was a sign that their conversation should end soon, immediately said his last sentence," Later we talk again, you think about my words!"
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