The Love Story of Single Parents

Chapters 87. Who is Mr. Joko

Chapters 87.Who is Mr. Joko

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"Back!, turn direction. Home me!. Come back, there's me who can hold you. What are you looking for, my woman what are you looking for?"

(Taken from the lyrics of Noah~ Wanitaku song)

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Abhimanyu is already in front of Wisang's house, he wants to challenge the adrenaline once again before Dhira is willing to let go. He doesn't want to be a loser just by wailing. Fuck the results later.

"Make sure your patience ammunition is more Bim. I feel defeated before the war!" Wisang was actually reluctant to join Abhimanyu, he felt his best friend was only looking for because if he returned to meet Andhira, who had risen to the status of being a fiancee. Just add to the problem he thought.

"I'm just asking you to be an observer, and please hold me down if my brain starts to go crazy!" kelakar Abhimanyu's. Of course, he would be more able to hold himself back.

"Let's go, I feel like the world is coming to an end!" Wisang said while putting on his seat belt. He was sitting on the steering wheel. Imagine if his best friend, would do things beyond reason later.

Danan is traveling abroad for treatment. He had serious pain in his internal organs. In signalir, because of consuming too much alcohol.

"What dog?" ask Abhimanyu who scrolls his phone.

"Udah take off at dawn, I can't send. And a lot of Gaweanku!"

The three of them were equally inconsistent. Sometimes I'm elo, sometimes you're me. I don't know, what is clear is that they have the title of soulmate, my best partner ever!

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Andhira

In the morning Dhira felt like he was sick, "what because of menstruation" he muttered as he stretched his hands, folded his neck to the right and to the left. Groped nape. He felt happy that morning.

He felt his eyes twitched, even though he had breakfast too early at that time. The unbearable hunger. But his whole body feels bad.

And that day, he had promised Arya to come out. I don't know what he wants to look for again, he really doesn't feel excited. It is precisely Arya, who is always eager to take care of this.

Bu Kartika that morning was also seen coming to Ruko, he was with Bastian. While Raka looks still there. He did not go to his brother's house because they were with the family, with aunt Tiwi and Dea would visit his father's house.

The plan is, he will go to his papa's house later this afternoon. All of you keep your promise to Dea, to the mall.

"Mama's gone?" ask Raka.

"Yes, son, it'll be a little bad!"

"Then go to papa's place?" Dhira asked.

Raka nodded," later in the afternoon ma. Papa come back here later!"

This week Isun's kitchen is closed, Sekar is seen cleaning the Shophouse. He now stays there more often, because he just broke up with his girlfriend. Dhira doesn't mind, after all Sekar is a good girl. He was calmer because he had friends there.

"Dhir, we'll eat here tonight. Arya don't go to my mother's house. Pity far away" the newly arrived Miss Kartika, went straight inside.

Dhira sighed, his mother was very excited when Arya came. " Secar, later finish the remaining flour yesterday. Then you don't forget to clean the showcase water in front?" dhira said, as he was about to walk up the stairs.

"Everything settle this place, we'll eat the same!"

"Good Mom!" for Sekar, seeing Dhira want to ask him this instead makes him happy, he felt used in that place. Moreover, Dhira had always been too kind to him.

Dhira decided to take a shower, and when he checked the bandage he was astonished. Why white stuff is clean. He last changed his bandage when he was about to sleep, his blood was not too much.

Dhira was stunned, why was her period not smooth?

He decided to continue his bath.After the ritual bath, he rushed to the ground floor. He was surprised, as soon as he saw his ex-husband and ex-in-law were there.

"Why do I suddenly feel bad!" Dhira muttered, as he walked over to his mother. Who seems to also look at the ex-husband, and ex-besan that he has never known. Thought Dhira.

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Indra

After Raka showed a photo of his ex-wife who was being proposed by a man the other day, he decided to come to Abhimanyu. Even though it was ridiculous, and tended to go against his heart. But for him right now, Raka was his priority. He had failed to become a good father figure, as well as being an incompetent husband in leading the household.

He spoke man to man to Abhimanyu. The sadness in Raka's eyes seemed to be fuel for Indra, to just ask Abhimanyu not to give up. This relay of complexity, is the fruit of the selfishness of his former in-laws.

Everyone deserves to be happy, no. He was also curious about the shock his father showed. Joko Sir. When she found out the face of Andhira's mother.

"What is father's secret!" he murmured in the heart.

But the silence of Mr. Joko as he asked, made him undo his intention to find out.

And the peak is today. His father asked him to come to his former daughter-in-law's place, his father quipped if there was something he must finish. With the feeling of being filled with question marks, Indra drove his vehicle to Kitchen Isun.

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Joko Pak

He did not think that if some of the reasons given longevity, is also to resolve the pieces of the past that make his future today, also exposed to the sap.

He is still silent, silent a thousand languages. Somewhat irrelevant indeed, visiting a former daughter-in-law under the pretext of wanting to meet the grandchild.

Unfortunately, I didn't finish this first. By saying faith and accompanying prayer, he hopes it is not too late to break the tangled thread.

Until Indra turns his car, to a shophouse that looks closed. He prayed in his heart.

"Dhira lives here. Raka's inside!" said Indra while pulling the handbreak lever. A moment later he opened the seat belt, then got out of his car.

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Kartika Bu

He was petrifying Dhira to sweep his living room. No matter how big a child is, it is still a child to his mother. However, his activities stopped when he saw the car that entered the parking lot of his son's shop.

His body suddenly choked, his knees trembling, his body limp. I saw two people coming towards him. The broom even fell, making Bastian type his activities, which was cool scrolling his phone.

He was not surprised to see Indra. But looking at the young-faced man, who walked hand in hand beside his former daughter-in-law.

The eyes of Bu Kartika are warming. He stood in the small guest room, which was next to the shophouse. Stand right in front of the glass door.

"Your!" sapa Dhira patted her mother's shoulder.

Bu Kartika turned his head, he could see the shock of his son's face that looked at him was filled with tears.

" Hello Kartika, how are you. I didn't think after decades you were the same!" said Mr. Joko, while staring intently at Bu Kartika.

Indra, Andhira even Bastian who started to rise from the sofa of Dhira's room, a row aghast.

Didn't Mr. Joko and Bu Kartika never know each other. So, what did Joko just say.

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