The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 98. Oma in Action
Chapter 98. Oma in Action
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Waiting for something feels fun
We have a lot of time to think
We are often very much needed ourselves
looking at the past that has been missed
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Maybe there's what we're looking for
still hidden in the fold of time left behind
Maybe there's what we're after
it is not touched when we pass
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Waiting is more of a boring burden
A lot of time is wasted in the weather
It is often very painful on its own
Looking for the future from the dark side
Maybe there's something we're afraid of
precisely t'lah blocking in the sheets of the days later
Maybe there's something we hate
it is precisely not pouncing through our whole soul
Maybe there's something we're afraid of
precisely t'lah blocking in the sheets of the days later
Maybe there's something we hate
it is precisely t'lah pouncing through s'our whole soul
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We should not waste the spirit of the past
Playing in the chest
after we've been teetering we got here
(Ebiet G Ade ~ When tired waiting)
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It was Regina's mistress, the elderly woman now knew that Dhira was in the hospital. Rania persuasively recounts the insolence experienced by her brother, also about the fetus in the bladder of Dhira but died, even when the embryo was not yet fully formed.
"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning ?" Lady Regina coughed trying to get up from her nap.
"Oma is sick, after all we don't want to make Oma's situation runyam added!" rania.
"If this is the same, it's all runyam. Take me to Kartika's house right now!" Now Rania who felt sorry for telling the incident, to Oma.
Instead of wanting to be honest and make Oma understand if she does not wander as mistress Regina thinks to her, Rania instead fears this will have an impact on Oma's health.
Nice back and forth looking at the little glass in front of his eel. He looked at Lady Regina who seemed to be furious. Rania also looked tense that morning. It just so happens that today is Sunday. Freedom day for the workers of the fast-wear class like Bastian.
Bu Kartika locked himself from the hospital yesterday, he also tortured his stomach by not being too willing to put food into his body.. Torturing yourself to be more precise.
Not too difficult for good to find Bu Kartika's house, because he had been there when picking up Dhira when going to make a legit layer.
Jodhi was not interested in coming this time, he was quite understanding apparently. Drowning yourself in the world of gaming, it is better than having to listen to the chatter around the boring world of parents.
He and Raka are different.
"Oma, Oma don't push your will too much!" Rania pursed her lips, she was worried that her grandmother would get hypertension again.
"Worry about yourself which is still present today. This question is still far away to take me home to the nativity." said Regina who was upset, because she saw Rania repeatedly warning her.
The decisiveness of Regina's mistress again made Rania lose decisively. I don't know what the omana will do.
Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok
The door was knocked peacefully, Lady Regina stood with her stride stick that had been limped from being eaten by age. Amazingly, the old woman could behave that calm.
The white-haired woman looked resolute yet elegant, in contrast to Rania who had a gloomy face from fear. He regretted having told this to his Oma.
Chequelek
Bastian's eyes were perfectly rounded, as he knew who was knocking on the door. The elder of the Aryasatya family was standing in his doorway.
Bastian gawked for a few seconds.
"Are you going to keep getting my legs numb for letting me keep standing here?" said Mrs Regina.
Bastian swallowed his saliva twice, he choked both his speech and his actions.".Sorry Madam, S-please come in!" until groggy is made.
The old woman came in and passed Bastian who was still in a bomblong, a moment later the younger brother of Andhira looked at his superior clumsily. " Come on, Mom, sorry the house is a mess!" bastian said, grovelling.
Rania smiled," Is there a mother?" whisky Rania.
"Oma I'll see you!" whispered Rania again. Bastian who could feel the fresh warm breath from Rania's lips immediately goosebumps. Moreover, the woman's body really fragrant he felt.
"Hey!, what are the whispers there for. Quickly make me a drink. I'm thirsty!" Lady Regina ambushed two human children who accidentally spoke softly in front of her.
Lady Regina sat on the sofa in Bastian's living room. The house was clean and comfortable, although simple. The old woman's eyes looked at some of the photos that were stuck on the wall of the house. There is a photo of two children, which he believes is a photo of Bastian and Andhira as a child.
While Rania sat in an anxious position. Tend tense.
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Bastian did not immediately make drinks for Mrs Regina, she preferred to go into her mother's room.
"Your!"
"Happy!" Bastian knocked on the door continuously.
"Your!"
And when he couldn't stand it, he pulled the handle of the door rather tightly. Bastian directly njongor to the floor, because at the same time Bu Kartika apparently opened the door.
Brukkkk
Bastian grimaced as his hunch formed the floor.
"Why are you, Bas, the installments?" Ms. Kartika was aghast when her youngest son fell to the floor of her room.
"Mother was called from earlier and answered!" Bastian grumbled, trying to stand back up.
"The door is not the key, why not go straight in. What's the matter?" bu Kartika's face looks puffy, her eyes are also swollen.
Bastian predicts if his mother had just spent her tear stock in the room . Because from the hospital, he never saw his mother outside. In fact, he had to eat a variety of processed Nusantara cuisine, ranging from rendang to soto in the form of instant noodles.
" There's Mrs Regina up ahead!" bastian said with a serious mimic.
Moments ago Bu Kartika was aghast.
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Rania who sat next to her grandmother, repeatedly made movements that reflected if she was upset. Starting from playing the edge of his clothes, to the movement of sewing the earth with his feet that made Lady Regina disturbed by the sight.
"Roman!" madam Rania looked intently at her grandson . Rania grimacing.
While Bu Kartika who is still a thousand languages with a withered face, also looked at the boss of his son who acted strangely.
"Mom I went to the bathroom!" rania. He wants to neutralize himself momentarily from the tension that is likely to be soon.
Bu Kartika who had lost her life spirit, just smiled wryly while nodding. " Straight back."
After Rania passed from the sight of the two of them, Bu Kartika corrected her seat. He was actually flattered because of the class of Mrs Regina, willing to come to her house.
"Ehem!" Lady Regina cleared her throat, as she felt that Bu Kartika was very different this time. Seen a burden in the look of his eyes, also the woman's eye bags are now dark.
"I don't want a base - stale!" said Mrs Regina looking straight at Bu Kartika. And that mother of Bastian, also looked at Madame Regina with a grim look.
"My goal here is, I want to hear it directly from your lips. Why did my grandson Abhimanyu get a rejection from you!"
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Bu Kartika's body stiffened, his blood flow suddenly seemed to be blocked. He thought that was not what Mrs Regina would talk about.
"A-what do you mean, ma'am?" replied Bu Kartika choked.
"My point is, what makes my granddaughter unfit to be with your daughter?"
Bu Kartika swallowed his saliva so hard. Abhimanyu is a perfect man, he is also a good man. But frankly, in the recesses of his heart he only considers the familiarity that has been established all this time just because of his luck. Because of Jodhi and Raka's friendship.
For this reason, when he met with Bu Hana who told the dark story of Arya, he chose Arya to be betrothed to Andhra. After all, Miss Hana is her old friend. Besides, he felt they were caste.
"You saw that!" point Mrs Regina towards the photo where Andhira and Bastia are hugging each other at a young age.
"I'm sure at the time, what's in your heart and mind is the happiness of the two boys in the picture. The boy who is now an adult!"
"Then why, when they are adults you create tangled threads yourself, for the happiness of your child!"
"My lady...."
"I haven't stopped talking, don't interrupt when the parents are talking!" hardik Mrs Regina. Making Bu Kartika postpone his words.
"What are you worried about with my granddaughter?, until she becomes unworthy of you to be with Andhira?"
"I saw love in my grandson's eyes, I saw a hue of happiness as he told the mother of my compatriot Jodhi named Raka, I saw my grandson as if he were coming back to life when you came to my house!"
"Is my grandson so bad that you don't want to open your heart?"
Tears have soaked the face of Bu Kartika, said Mrs Regina telak make her mind ravaged poranda.
"Look!"Mrs Regina pointed to the photo, where Ms. Kartika and her late husband were standing together. The photo looks old, visible from the colors and clothes of the old model that was worn when taking pictures.
Bu Kartika looked up, trying to hold back his tears. " Regardless of how you married first, there is or is no love but with Andhira and her sister Andhira coming into this world, it is clear that you love your husband!"
Bu Kartika did initially make her late husband as a runaway, because Joko had rejected him first. But everything that was said by Lady Regina just now was true, she became doubtful lest the woman in front of her was a fortune teller. Throw's right. She loved me her late husband to this day, making him not to remarry until now. She wants to be with her husband back in Nirvana.
"Same is the case with the baby who was in the womb of Andhira. It was a proof of their love. I wonder why there are mothers who can make life difficult for their own children. Where did the promise go, when your children were the same age as in the photo!" Lady Regina is now regulating her breathing.
"The innocent baby is even dead, are you happy it's like this?"
Miss Kartika was crying. Is he wrong if he wants to fulfill his satisfaction by wanting to make Dhira comply with him. He has been disappointed because of Joko's rejection in the past. She did not want her children to reject her wishes either. Only that, after all, he felt that the Abhimanyu family was an honorable person. Meanwhile, only the lower-middle class of people, who struggle under the onslaught of the wheels of life up and down.
But the words of Mrs Regina just now, as if slapping her ego. A hint of regret permeated the recesses of his heart.
"With Kartika, you and I are the same. Just an old widow waiting her turn to die. There is nothing that makes us happy except to see our children and grandchildren happy. What else do we expect?"
Ms. Kartika was seen wiping her tears with the hijab she was wearing. He felt himself like he was swallowed*fished by the flat white-haired old woman in front of him.
"My family and I really hope Andhira too you can be part of my family!"
"But Madam, we're just ..."
"Do you see my family as a voting family?"
"Listen Kartika, I've made the mistake of introducing Gwen to Abhimanyu. And what I got was disappointment, and also sadness. And I hope you don't try it either. Man has his own destiny, good or bad. But don't you contribute to making your son's fate worse!"
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