The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 88. Unveiling the Covert
Chapter 88.Unveiling the Covert
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Bu Kartika's body suddenly stiffened. Never once in his mind was this day going to happen.
The words of Mr. Joko just made him feel like Dejavu. Back in time, where he was 18 years old. The time where he was involved with the man who became his ex-made, in the affairs of romance.
"I'm sorry I didn't find out who the parents of this woman, who, with all her humility, wanted to be the wife of my son!" said Joko calmly. Make everything there quiet.
Indra bowed withered, his father's words were stark. He is a bastard.
While Dhira looks shrinking tears. Today he felt ill, coupled with his former father-in-law's statement. Makes him feel dizzy.
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Abhimanyu and Wisang, apparently just came. He deliberately did not park his car in front of Dhira shophouse. He who wanted to make a surprise that morning, even became surprised because the side room that was used as a living room by Dhira, looks full.
What do they want? inner talking. He saw Indra as well as a man over half a century old standing in the narrow room.
"Bim, I think we came at an inopportune time!" tukas Wisang, also walking while still throwing gazes at the hordes of people who stand.
Dhira shop has two sides of the road, which can be passed. The tension that occurs in the room Dhira, making them unaware of the arrival of Wisang and Abhimanyu.
Abhimanyu chose to walk some distance to the west, and intended to enter through the back door. The door where he passed the other day, when the hot scene he first did with Dhira. He hurriedly brushed off his dirty thoughts. Before Wisang realized his stupid smile.
"Eh, where are we going?" said Wisang who was confused, why Abhimanyu even passed through the main door of the shop that looks closed.
"Whisper, just shut up. Come and shut up!" Abhimanyu continued in his footsteps, now he reached the back door. He opened that door.
"Eh crazy you, b'taste my thief!" They look to the right, left, back and up. Really looks like a thief.
Abhimanyu did not break Wisang's rant, he opened the dark glass door. He smiled looking at Raka who was sitting at the dining table.
"Saturv!" Abhimanyu placed his index finger on the lips, giving the code to Raka to be silent.
Raka nodded with a happy smile, the boy did not realize that there was tension in front of his mother's living room. A tension that engages all adults, in the boy's life.
The sekar who had just returned from above due to drying clothes, almost shouted in shock. Why are there two men suddenly nongol from the back door.
"Sir, gapapa!" said Raka gave the command , while glorifying the steady.
Sekar looked one by one the faces of two handsome men but looked grown up. One handsome man who had a sideburn, had dimples, and he had seen the other day. That was Mr. Abhimanyu. His inner.
And he scanned the look of the other man, a handsome man with narrow eyes but darker skin than Abhimanyu, you could say. Sawo ripen. But that man's face, was really not as gentle as Abhimanyu's.
"Raka!" abhimanyu said softly, he knew the people in front were having serious conversations. Abhimanyu did not care, he wanted to express his heart after this. Even the current action, tends to be like a kite of protest to Bu Kartika.
"Yes Om?"
"Look, I don't know who's ahead. But can you ask for access to a place so we can hear their conversation?"
"Om just saw your papa!"
The shelf nodded steadily. Although he does not know for sure what Abhimanyu will do. But granting Abhimanyu trivial request, of course he can soon realize.
Now still silent, he joined in. While Wisang more to observe the kitchen design Andhira, which he thinks more like a warehouse after Abhimanyu and Raka left.
"If the widow can return to your arms, it seems you have to tear down this place" muttered Wisang lirih, but Sekar could still hear.
"Hey what do you mean sir?" of course Sekar inflamed.
Wisang to forget to realize, if there is still one human from the group of Eve there. "Oh. There aren't. What did I say?" he looked at Sekar, with a casual look. But the sweet girl, looking at him sharply.
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Ms. Kartika was speechless, she was just crying. " Buk, what is this?" Dhira was confused. But got no answer from his mother at all.
"I never thought your heart was so shallow as a Tik." Mr. Joko looked flat at Bu Kartika who was seen holding back the sensation of unease.
Bastian was even very furious, he who had never liked Indra also did not accept the words of the old man who stood next to his former brother-in-law, he knew Mr. Joko. But of course, as a child he would not be willing if his mother was hurt by others.
"Sorry sir, what do you mean?" bastian Sahut.
"You quiet. Let me finish my job!" said Joko calmly.
Indra even continued to knit her brows, as long as she became an audience there. He really doesn't understand anything.
"If you don't accept our past, then you shouldn't deserve to make your child's life the same as yours!" said Joko sir.
"You don't have to interfere!" answer me Kartika. Staring sharply at Mr. Joko.
"Of course I interfered, there was my grandson who was injured there. Seeing her helpless mother, having been enslaved to her parents' guilt!" sindir pak Joko's.
Bu Kartika turned to Dhira who was still confused, as if his son wanted to ask for an explanation.
"I'm also a fool, why don't I find out who the parents of a good woman like Dhira are."
"I'm a fool, why not find out why there are still selfish mothers, even to just give the blessing that wins must be his duty as a parent!"
Kartika nodded weakly. He could not believe that the man in front of him had returned. Even old wounds seemed to reopen.
"Kartika is the woman I refused when I wanted to be married to, when I was young!" said Mr. Joko with a sad face, staring at the three confused humans in front of him.
Jeduuuaaaaarrrr
The bewildered faces of Indra , Dhira and Bastian are now growing with round-eye accents, as they are becoming more and more shocked.
"Dad!" Indra turned to Joko.
"Now I know why it was when Dhira married you. He did not get his mother's blessing"
Yes, the truth is that Mr. Joko is a piece of the past of the life of Bu Kartika. Before he married Dhira and Bastian's father, he was married to a man named Joko. The son of a rich man at that time. And Bu Kartika really liked Joko at that time.
But Mr. Joko at that time had tethered his heart to Bu Novi, a simple woman who could neutralize the emotional nature possessed by Mr. Joko.
Mr. Joko at that time preferred not to get an inheritance, as long as he could be with Bu Novi. It made Bu Kartika's heart hurt. He felt himself humiliated because of the rejection expressed by Mr. Joko.
During that time, Ms. Kartika hated the man. Until one day, he found out if his son was close to Indra. He knew that Indra was the son of Joko. But Mr. Joko does not know who the Dhira family is. Destiny is so funny sometimes.
Bu Kartika warned Dhira not to be with Indra. He wants to match his son to someone else. He felt he should not allow his son to choose for himself, because for him he positioned himself it was a mother who only wanted to protect her daughter.
After all, he even had time to protest to God . Why the circle of life must be found again with Mr. Joko.
And the peak, the desire to always match his son for self-satisfaction, is still intensively done. Especially when he met Bu Hana, he who felt suitable for each other with his friend, immediately decided to introduce their child.
He also felt, he and Bu Hana had the same fate. To be a widow. Moreover, Arya did not refuse their matchmaking event. Now his heart is satisfied, because his desire can be held. So thought Miss Kartika.
"You are so selfish!!! If there is a good mother, of course she will prioritize the happiness of her child. Not his own happiness, under the pretext of wanting to make his son's life better!!"
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Abhimanyu and Raka were in a room next to the living room. There are connector doors that can be clearly used to listen to their conversations.
Raka did not really understand the meaning of the conversation of the adults, but he could draw conclusions from reading the face of Abhimanyu that looks hardened his jaw. If they get into a big deal.
Abhimanyu suspected that the tangled thread would break down. But it is still a guess, not a verdict. He was also curious, who was the heavy voice thinker who dominated the conversation earlier.
Raka looked at the face of Abhimanyu, who was seriously listening to the chattering of the five people in the side room. The man in front of him was sweating as big as corn, on his forehead. Raka could see Abhimanyu's face up close, the man was indeed his inner handsome.
While Sekar and Wisang were behind the connecting door between the living room and the kitchen, they stood behind a pile of cardboard. In order to dispel the view, so that they are not caught while eavesdropping.
Sekar did not know if Wisang also tailed behind him. The girl was excited to see a tense debate. While Wisang, also extended his neck so that he could see anyone who participated in the debate there.
But when Sekar remembered when he was grinding clothes in the washing machine, he turned his body. He wanted to see the laundry process in the washing machine, and suddenly...
Cup
Sekar's lips accidentally stuck right to Wisang's lips. In other words, he accidentally kissed Wisang who slightly leaned his body, because he wanted to see the incident in front of him. His height reached 185 cm, very difficult to peek at the gap of the doorway if not lower his body.
Sekar widened his eyes, while Wisang choked.
The two of them stared at each other with lips still attached for a few seconds, as his consciousness began to appear Sekar pushed Wisang's body.
"Bad!"
Plaaaques
Sekar slapped Wisang's cheek," you pervert!!" then he left while rubbing his lips with a shy face.
While Wisang now ruffled her waist after touching her hot cheek as a result of being rewarded with a slap by Sekar.," He who kissed me, he also slapped me!" Wisang geleng-deleng astonishment.
"How dare he slap a Wisanggeni. I don't even know what the woman's name is!"
A moment later Wisang palpated his lips with a smiling face.
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