The Primadona

Chapter 12 The Fall of the Love of the Primadona

The Fall of the Love of the Primadona.

I step home with certainty at my decision, and will immediately remove the sketch of his face from my heart forever. Bianca Mariana is dead!

In the dark of the night, I walked down the village streets under the dim of the moon of night that seemed reluctant to show full of charm. It just represents my feelings.

"Where are the nights like this?" Ambu asked me a moment after entering the house.

"Meeting Neng Bianca," I replied briefly as I passed into the room.

Ambu and Abah looked at each other and were silent in a thousand languages with facial expressions that were difficult for me to describe.

Arriving in the room I dropped my body slowly on the bed.

My eyes glare far away staring at the sky looks like stars are scattered there, visible from the precarious gap that has begun to stretch in eating age.

Finally I got up and came out and sat down with Abah and Ambu, we then told him a lot of things that had been missed by me so far.

Abah explained that during this time he only bought some fields belonging to Haji Romli and the entire money I sent for him he still saved in his savings, he was waiting for my arrival to renovate the house. That's why Ambu got sick thinking about it.

It didn't take long the next day I moved quickly to find a contractor to dissect my parents' outdated home. It looks the most antique now.

Finally it does not feel now the house is in the stage of total renovation. Sometimes I call Widya Chandra in Jakarta questioning if she has got a job for me? Well, but the answer from him is still the same, nil, I do have to be more patient.

Quite a long time in the village even to the finish of the house Ambu and Abah in the renovation, all the while I designed the entire room into a comfortable residence with a row of Fincher complete each room.

My parents' house looks great. Clearly reflects the child's success abroad. I have been able to lift the self-esteem of both parents, being a pride for them of course.

Until it does not feel the wedding celebration of Neng Bianca was also in the title. Very luxurious for events in the village, especially Bianca son of a landlady and edited by an established man. Bima Satria his name is my friend and works the same as me in Jakarta. However, he had an extraordinary success for a long time because he was in the early stages.

I was also present at his invitation. With a gallant like Arjuna up on the stage and congratulate him on a new life. With my smile full of fluffy so perfect that Bianca knew I was happy for her decision.

I shook the hands of the two brides alternately.Seems there is dew rolling on the eyelids of women who deliver this step dare to achieve everything to success as it is today.

But he looks tough and tries to cheer his smile even though it looks bitter, clearly implied from the look of his beautiful face with makeup polish. Bianca was wearing a wedding dress, the typical face of the land of Pasundan was so mesmerizing my eyes, that it did not feel back this heart roared how hurt this heart was for betrayal. Bima Satria was seen puffing his chest, he had won.

Then I got off the leash and hurried to leave the scene. With a gallant though the heart is actually so fragile. Many eyes looked loosely at me, no matter what they had in mind, I no longer cared.

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After my meeting with Neng Bianca at Neng Sutiyah's house that farewell night. Finally Ambu told me and told me honestly about what he had been hiding all this time.

Actually Neng Bianca once came and wailed with tears to her, to tell me to go home even for a moment. Bianca asked to propose to her as I promised her when I was leaving.

But Ambu and Abah did not respond. However, they chose to keep quiet about it. Until finally Ambu fell ill thinking about it too.

I hugged Ambu and kissed her head repeatedly to make sure that I would be fine, and would never blame anything for the decision of the two of them.

For me their happiness is much more important than fighting for my happiness but then it will only hurt them.

While in the village I returned with the usual routine, occasionally come to the fields and enjoy the fresh village air.

Back to being the son of Ambu who was so pampered. Enjoy the simple cooking of the hands of this self-awakened woman. It was a moment that became my longing very deep while in Jakarta.

Every night I used to hang out with coffee, still in the same shop where we hung out. Telling stories and joking with my peers, apparently some of them already have families and have children.

"People fashionable city mah, now!" caletuk.

"Ganteng pisan euh!" catch one of them.

"But, dear ..."soon one of them again.

(Ah, there's just one, huh)

"But, baby. Her boyfriend took people!" continue my friend while patting my shoulder.

"Ah, shit, huff!" I'm swearing.

"Eat him, don't stay long." One of them teased again.

I just smiled wryly at their jokes. Although it's actually so striking.

"Eat him, find him or her."

Instantly greeted their laughter in unison. We dissolve in unboiled babbling, telling stories about many things.

Such is the routine while in the village simple thing but makes me always want to go home.

"Earth is over, now, free. Surely we'll get a city girl. Haa .. haaa." One of them chimed again.

"Udah, ah. Made a mulu joke, anyway," this grumble is upset.

Finally I say goodbye that tomorrow I will go to Jakarta again.

One by one I shook their hands farewell signs, they also said a prayer for me to return successfully in hand.

"Don't forget, Bum. Take the wife home!" tap one of my friends as I shake his hand, patting me on the arm.

"Belvin .... Brooooo," I reply then hurry to go home.

Arriving at home, Ambu and Abah are still awake, they sit on the living room sofa, probably deliberately waiting for my arrival

"Replace ...." Abah called me perverted after I said my greetings and intended to go into the room.

My steps immediately stopped and returned to sit beside the two.

"What's wrong? How serious is Abah?" I asked as I looked implied something different from the look on his face.

"Eh'em."

Abah mendehem tried to neutralize the atmosphere, seeming Ambu only to stay without a word, when Abah began to interrogate about my work in Jakarta.

My chest trembled violently, it felt like the world would just collapse. Alhamdulillah, apparently Abah was afraid and very worried if until I fell into the negative to become a bookie of prohibited goods for example, then in prison for life.

Instantly I smiled amusedly while making sure to both of them that I would not be like that.

"Huh .. huff."

Then I threw out a breath that felt so stuck since just now when Abah was just starting the conversation, fortunately the rumors about my work were different that reached his ears. After telling a long story we also rested because the day was getting late.

The next day I said goodbye to Ambu and Abah, and they seemed ready to wait for me at the dinner table, then we had breakfast together with painstaking Ambu take rice on an empty plate and side dishes and then he thrust me.

I enjoyed it until the toilet, the old face looked fixed, occasionally I threw a smile at him and he replied affectionately and then offered a glass of water to drink.

"Be careful there, remember Abah's message, don't leave the five prayers of the time." Ambu said at length, it seemed he was holding a puddle of dew on his eyelids that almost goosebumps, when sending a departure in front of the house.

I hugged them in turns and kissed the back of her hand for a moment before getting into the car.

Title .. tit.

The car slowly left the house, crossing the village road to head back to Jakarta.