The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 71. Tangled Yarn
From Author: Please distinguish this work as fantasy or reality. All stories are just the author's own imagination, what becomes a storyline solely as entertainment. If it feels less match in the heart of the reader may skip, because the story in the novel is not limited to knowing, liking and getting married.
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Chapter 71. Tangled Yarn
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"It's so wrong, but it's also so true for me who's stricken with love!"
(Taken from the lyrics of the song Goddess-Dewi So wrong so right)
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Wiguna Family Residence
Ms. Hana seems to like Dhira, had tasted various cakes and also ate in the store with the name of Kitchen Isun, making Dhira get a plus. The ideal son-in-law thought, he wondered why a woman like Dhira would betray.
"Arya, what do you think of Dhira? Ms. Hana who was having breakfast that morning started their conversation with a friend of Dhira.
"Beautiful!" arya replied with a normal face.
"CK, besides that?" Ma'am Hana seemed to be pecking at her son.
Ary just sniffed his shoulders.
"Arya MCC?!"
"I don't know ma, I know she's beautiful already" Arya's answer did have a point, when they went to Kitchen Isun did not happen any interaction of them.
Dhira is only limited to responding to the chat within the reasonable limits of people who have just met for the first time.
"Mama wants you to find a wife!"
"CK, mom. Please discussed don't it-it's trus ma!" Arya is quite careless, as an adult man he still can not completely forget the pain of being dumped by his former fiancee.
"Arya, all this time Mama never asked you to be weird. Si Diandra also you know in your own way, but what do we get?. Betrayal!!! mom just wants you to get married and be happy. Look at your friends, they've got all the kids. This time I asked you to look at my mom. Dhira is indeed a widow, but she is a good woman, mama is also familiar with her mother, the same as the victim of betrayal as you!" Tukas Bu Hana length times width times height divided by two, already like the formula of the area of a building only.
"What?" Arya did not expect, if the woman he met yesterday had the same fate as him.
Ms. Hana looked at her son, "Mama with her mother Dhira wishes you could know each other first. Love can grow because it is used to it. Remember your age, hunting doesn't hold your weapon later!"
"Mama!" Arya was stunned, not expecting that her mother would comment like that.
Arya is the same age as Dhira, he went in a lethargic state to the hospital this morning. Silent behind the wheel, the woman was beautiful just a little less communicative he thought.
I don't know, it's undeniable that he skyrocketed in presentation and career but was always ready in the affairs of romance. Damned!!!
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"Shin, this is the eighth person I want to interview!" dhira said a little hopeless this morning. He began to get tired because with the limited ability to interview others, he had to quickly find people who could help him.
"Surely, he's younger. But, age does not guarantee the maturity of someone" said Shinta who brought a tray containing plump doughnuts with various toppings Glaze.
"Send him to enter Shin" Dhira asks Shinta to send a young woman to the side door of her door. A simple interview that is more like a talk show, because it sits on the sofa and there are no official questions.
Dhira only need people who are free for a long time, and sometimes want to stay there. Remember they'll open the store until nightfall.
"Good morning ma'am!" greet the woman when opening door , looks friendly but Dhira can guess if the young woman is practicing science when going to interview, which is rampant in posts on the internet.
"Morning, please sit down!" Dhira.
The woman sat down, Dhira scanning her look. She's a young woman with shoulder-length hair, sweet face. Her skin is exotic, wearing an official shirt with dark jeans as well as black flatshoes.
"Include yourself!" dhira is friendly.
"Good morning Ma'am, my name is Sekar Dwi Pangesti, usually called Sekar..."
The woman spoke confidently, Dhira was able to conclude the woman did indeed look like one who memorized the text. Too mandatory and too weak. It clearly indicates if she's that much, just to work in a store. Dhira believes that the woman must have learned to talk all night facing the glass.
Dhira was still listening when the woman introduced herself, "If I accept you, you can't work full day and sometimes stay here?" ask Dhira. The ultimate question, which for some time always ends with a basic decision, because most of them do not.
The mood suddenly quiet.
"I'm ready Mom, I happen to be just spending here?"
Sekar told me that when he came to this city because he was wandering, he knew the information about the opening of this job from his friend who had bought a cake in the kitchen of Isun, Isun, who accidentally read the notice board attached in front of the wall of Dhira shop, then informed him of the news.
He also told me that he was an orphan, had just been in PHK from his job because of the reduction of pandemic effect employees.
"Okay, I accept you!"
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"What kind of pain is your mom Bas?" Dhira was a bit panicked, he was preparing to go to Bu Kartika's house.
"I don't know, it's hard to be told to check. Most just say pick your mom up here, mom wants to get a massage with her!" Bastian practices the Bu Kartika style of speech that looks frail when sick.
"Bas!" Dhira stared intently at his sister who even made his mother as a guyonan.
Bastian chuckles, because his mother if sick can quickly metamorphose into a contass person.
Mas don't call first or Wa, I want to go to my mother's house. I'm sick, Raka often bring my cell phone at home.
Dhira is forced to give a warning, he just wants everything under control for a while.
They arrived at Bu Kartika's house through magrib, Dhira directly to his mother's room.
"Your mother, why?" Dhira stuck the back of his hand against his mother's forehead.
"Mother's body is hot?" dhira said worriedly.
"It's not just tired Dhir, you'll be scraped and healed!" a hoarse voice sounded from Bu Kartika's mouth.
"Have you eaten?"
Bu Kartika shook his head, making Dhira sigh in lethargy.
"It's hard to wake up, let me take a bribe after this!"
Dhira went to the kitchen and took the rice and side dishes. Don't forget Dhira took a glass of warm water for his mother.
"Then meet Mbah Uti!" dhira said to his son.
Raka is seen kissing the back of her grandmother's hand," You rest there le. Poor you must be tired?" said Bu Kartika rubbed Raka's arm.
Dhira feeds his mother. That's what makes Bu Kartika more happy with her daughter. Dhira is so painstaking, and also fast-moving in any case.
"Eat a lot, we check after this!" said Dhira was still busy with rice and side dishes on the plate he was holding .
"Dhir!" said Mrs Kartika.
"That bus you want to know your son, Miss Hana!"
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Dhira bit her lower lip, preparing to wait for the next sentence from her mother's mouth.
"You're not good if you keep going on your own like this!" Dhira was still silent, while continuing to feed her mother.
"They're a good family. I want you to be dead, you're already happy!"
"Your!" dhira said with a face that does not like when his mother talks about death.
"If you want your mother to calm down, please follow your mother's request!"
Which heart is not sad if it should be involved in the chatter about death, which anyone does not know when will get a turn, let alone his own parents who invite him to talk.
Dhira must how, if he just bluntly about his closeness with Abhimanyu. But what if Raka hears. He extended his neck to make sure Raka was no longer in the middle room, the room located closest to Bu Kartika's room.
"Oh, sorry but Dhira is already close to the Abhimanyu buk mas!"
Bu Kartika was silent, not continuing the chewing he was doing.
"What do you mean?" he's still waiting for the trial!" Ms. Kartika knew, because Mrs Regina still gave each other news by calling Ms. Kartika, just asking about the old woman's health.
" Dhira, think about it. What would people say if you were married to Abhimanyu straight away!"
"You would be expected to be the third person in their marriage, even if his ex-wife ever left Abhimanyu!"
Dhira is still stunned, how to make her mother understand if they love each other, and has gone too far in stepping.
"Hud prefers you to Arya, he's a good guy. It is not my intention to judge Abhimanyu is not good, he is also good and even too good to our family. But Dhir, our caste's distance from them is too far!"
"Think of the stigma of society, you'll be stamped on the woman's glare of treasure after successfully getting rid of Abhimanyu's ex-wife!"
Dhira's eyes are heating up, but that's not what's really happening. But why the stigma of widows attached to her always makes her difficult.
"You think of my mother, I beg you, please listen to my mother. I just want you to be happy. That's all!".
What should be done Dhira if it is like this, apparently honestly to his mother was still not able to break the defense of his mother who betrothed herself with her friend's child.
What should he do?, while Abhimanyu and himself have gone too far in stepping. How he explained to Abhimanyu, and if he refused his mother's request he could not imagine what kind of disaster would happen again.
Really, he was tired of his life.
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