The Night Woman the Savior of Lord Amnesia

Chapter 154

"Mother..."

Sapa Anya, then Anya kneels while hugging her mother's feet.

"Sorry Anya Ma'am", Anya said later.

But his mother actually joined together and hugged Anya tightly.

"Anya..darimama you nduk? we.all very worried nduk..."

They cry while hugging.

"I'm sorry Mother, forgive your father too.we didn't really throw you out, where maybe we could have kicked you out..."

Anya was drowning in her cries. Didn't expect that his mother would still treat him this gently after his grave mistake.

Not long after, a man who looked old came out with his wheelchair.

"What is this Mom? Who's coming?"

Ask the man who has not seen Anya. Anya then looked up when she heard her father's voice. The man looked at Anya with a glued look.

"That's your father nduk.."

"Sir, our son is coming sir.our son is finally home sir..."

The man just kept looking at Anya, then his tears unraveled. Anya got up and approached the man and slammed into his lap.

"I'm sorry Sir.I'm sorry Anya..."

The man stroked the head of Anya who was crying on her lap.

"More wrong fathers, where have you been? How was your life during.this? Must be heavy, huh nduk? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way, and I was late looking for you until I lost track of you..."

Long Anya rested on his father's lap. He exposes all his sorrow and regret. During that time his father just kept wiping Anya's head. While his mother looked with a feeling of haru at once relieved. Finally his daughter who had been waiting for him for years came home as well.

"Have nduk, you should take a shower first, then rest.let me prepare your room.later Mom will cook your favorite food, then we'll tell stories while eating..."

Anya stood up and followed her mother to put her luggage. Anya still did not believe that her return would be welcomed this warmly, in stark contrast to when she left.

His father used to be strong, but now he looks very frail and can only sit in a wheelchair. Anya had not heard the story, but Anya could see her father being a different figure.

He cleans himself in the bathroom. It feels so refreshing after a long trip. His sweaty sticky body had now returned refreshed. Anya then went into the room that her mother had prepared.

Anya just nodded.

Anya tidied up her things, then chose to follow her mother into the kitchen. Back when I was living at home, Anya was a spoiled child. Nothing has been prepared Mother and Anya just enjoy it. But now, living in a bar of kara forces Anya to live more independently.

"What cooking is Mom? Let me help you", said Anya while stroking her mother's shoulder which even made her surprised.

"Eh you nduk, just nyayur lodeh, fried tempe garit same omelet seasoning omelette your favorite, you rest, must be tired right?"

"No, ma'am, I'm not tired. Let Anya help..."

Anya then took a knife and started chopping vegetables.

His mother noticed Anya's hand movements that looked agile.

"Pinter cook you now nduk?"

"It's not as good as Mother's cooking, but it's good enough to make everyday meals..."

"Good nduk, I'm glad you're more independent..."

After that they continued cooking together without saying much.

Meanwhile, in front of the television, you are still sitting in a wheelchair while looking at two women who are very meaningful in his life. His mind drifted to the past, when his little girl was still in his arms, often he carried and invited to walk everywhere. It did not feel like Anya was so mature, beautiful and charming like his wife when she was young.

The man regretted having lost a lot of time with Anya, just because of her arrogance back then.

The food was ready and Mom had finished putting it on the dinner table.

"Let's go sir, we'll eat first..."

With deft Mom pushed your wheelchair towards the dining table.

Mom poured food on Dad's plate, then busy helping you to eat.

"Let's eat it while it's still warm..."

Anya also took food and ate it greedily. Her stomach that has not been filled since morning was hungry and Mother's cooking tasted very delicious. While scooping the food occasionally Anya stole a glance at the Father and Mother.

Some time they were both busy eating food on each plate. But when it was finished the atmosphere was still quiet. It seemed like such a long separation made them still equally awkward to begin with.