The Most Beautiful Miss

Flashback: For Mom's sake..

A week passed from that full day of crying. Papa; a.k.a The man.

From that day on, I called him Papa. But that doesn't mean I accepted his mistake. It's just for mom. If it's Khalif's brother, he seems very happy to receive the papa back.

I should try to be nice to that guy from today, and again that's for mama's sake.

Papa took us home to Grandma about two days ago. And there, papa gets all the honesty from his family. Starting from the drama that tells us to go home to mama's village, about papa's matchmaking with his second wife, about us who are often expelled and rejected.

"Why did you fool me??" ask papa full of anger.

"Mom's color wants what's best for you." Grandma answered casually without the slightest guilt.

"But they're not wrong." Papa pointed at me and brother.

"I'm the wrong one." Papa hit his chest hard. And the tears are pouring down.

"Woman is wrong." Grandma pointed at my mother.

"Remember your wife's son in Jakarta waiting for you.." cried grandfather this time in a very high tone.

Mama was disappointed. I know what Mom thinks..

"Why didn't you talk about gini? Why don't you remember my wife and son waiting here?" papa is fiery and overcome with anger.

"The color he doesn't deserve." Grandpa added.

"Then who deserves it? The choice of Mom and Dad?" papa started to stand up.

"You don't have to yell at my house.. Do you remember who sent you to school until you turned out like this???" grandpa replied again full of anger.

"I know... Dad was desperate for me to go to school... "

"But look at the two of them, Dad.." papa pointed at me and looked at me with pity.

"They're my kids, just like Dad wants to fight for my life and my future.. Our position is the same Father.Together a father who wants his son happy..."

DEG!!

My heart was full of hearing that sentence. I was overwhelmed and happy at that moment. Papa loves me and loves my brother.

"Here you go.." Grandma shook her hand.

Papa stepped forward. Just in front of grandma and grandpa's chair, papa was gathered. Kissing grandma's hand while crying.

"I'm sorry Andi, Mommy.."

"Andi doesn't mean to be disobedient with Mak and Dad... But now Andi has a responsibility to them." Papa clapped his grandmother.

Grandma brushed off her son's grasp.

"You choose them or me?" grandma arrogantly asked papa.

"I'm sorry Andi, Mom... Andi will always be devoted to Mom and Dad. Andi will always pray for the best for Mom and Dad... Andi does not want to be disobedient because of the services of Mother and Father will not be able to replace Andi with wealth and with any property..."

Grandma and Grandpa's faces immediately shone. Well, how happy they were to hear that phrase.

"Well, get rid of them and go back to Jakarta!!" grandpa's orders were full of smiles.

My mother was silent and trying to hug me. Mom gestured for us to stand up and get out. Mama clasped my hand tightly on the right, and my brother's hand on the left. Mama doesn't shed a single tear now. Mama tried hard and I could feel it from the firmness of my mom's grip.

We started to go down the steps of my grandmother's house. Minang traditional house is good and fairly luxurious at that time.

"Andi will always pray for you, but I'm sorry Andi has to take care of Andi's wife and child now... Not to love Mom and Dad.."

"Sorry Andi has to go...."

That sentence stopped our steps. We spontaneously looked back. And just behind us stood the figure of the doctor. Trying to wipe his tears and immediately embrace us to get down from the house together. Mama shed tears and smiled looking at me.

"How did you get out of this house.... I forbid your feet to step on this house again." cried Grandpa from inside the house.

Papa looked back..

"God willing, Father..."

Papa stepped steadily to embrace us out of the house

"We begin a new life." said Papa smiling.

And on the same day, papa met Haji to say thank you. And most importantly, that day papa returned to do Ijab Qabul with mom. Because for many years papa went and did not give a living born and bathin. We hope that our family will always be in the hands of Allah.

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