The Secret With Bad Boy

Should it go?

“Kal,” the voice of a woman is heard behind the door of Kala's room, along with the knock of the door.

Kala who was daydreaming, immediately realized himself. The daydream with Kinanti who was currently filling his mind.

Quickly he got up from his bed and sat leaning on the bed.

“Iya, Mah.” Kala.

Not long before the door of his room opened revealing the figure of Bertha who came with a glass of milk.

“Bby mamah enter?” bertha asked doubtfully.

“Iya, Mah. Login.”

Kala tidied up her books scattered on the bed. These books he used to study with Kinanti. Bertha watched what her son was doing. Tumben once learned, he thought.

“Mamah bring milk for Kala, drink.” The woman sat on the edge of Kala's bed while thrusting a glass of milk.

“Still, Mah.” It is with pleasure that Kala accepts it.

He sipped the milk slowly while looking at Bertha while Bertha rubbed Kala's head lovingly. His son had grown up, so handsome with the glare of his sharp eyes.

After finishing drinking the milk, the teenager put his glass next to the bed.

“Where is Kala's school? What is the task very much?” Bertha picked up a thick book of Kala. Books about three-dimensional games are tucked away and often studied Kala.

“Ya, passable. Now in the third grade of High School, it has certainly been a lot of tasks and impromptu exams. But everything starts to take control.” Kala tried to calm her mother.

Bertha nodded with a smile. It was great to see Kala who was getting excited and willing to learn. I don't know what motivations have changed a lot lately. He also saw Kala who looked happy and cheerful, in contrast to Kala a week or even a month ago. Like his son has returned, his son who had fallen because of his divorce problems.

“What Kala has thought later to follow the school where?” Bertha asked curiously.

Kala shook her head, “Not yet. Kala hasn't thought that far, Mah.” He looked at Bertha closely.

“Nothing, ma'am understand. I can think about it calmly. It's just, mamah hope Kala will never leave mama. Hem?” The woman clasped Kala's hand tightly. It was like she was so scared that her son was out of his life.

Kala returned Bertha's hand and kissed her.

He had not thought about his future more seriously. But Bertha is one part of her life both now and in the future.

Bertha smiled with teary eyes. He also rubbed his head with love.

“Mamah is lucky to have Kala. Although mamah is not a perfect mother, Kala loves mama. Mamah can lose anything as long as not a dear child.”

“Mamah had a wish that one day maybe we should leave this country. If Kala is willing to continue this company, mamah is very grateful if you do not want to sell our company because you cannot take care of it anymore. Mama wants to enjoy the old age of mamah in peace.”

“Where according to Kala?” Bertha looked at Kala with great fervor. A thread of tears dripped down his cheek. It seemed that this woman was still so devastated after her separation from Yudhishthira.

“Kala, have no opinion at this time.” She wiped Bertha's tears gently.

“Kala also actually want to try with his own ability Kala without jumping the big name mamah let alone the man. If you feel calm and happy by leaving this country, Kala can not deny. Because mama's happiness is most important for Kala.”

Her hand was firmly held by Bertha.

Bertha could not speak. He could only cry when he thought Kala should be a victim in his broken family.

“Yes, mom will think about it again. But at least, mamah already feel relieved because Kala wants to follow the request mamah.” The woman smiled haru.

Kala didn't chim. She embraced Bertha tightly to calm her mother.

But, the question arises in his heart, if then he went with Bertha, what is the fate of his friendship with Kinanti? Isn't everything just starting?

Akh, why is his chest suddenly crowded imagining the contents of his own mind?

That night, after Bertha returned to her room, Kala suddenly took the keys to her motorcycle. He also wears a heavy jacket and helmet. There was one place he went to.

Kinanti Residence, yes that place that Kala headed. The cold night air does not dampen its steps to drive the motor at high speed. There was nothing he really did, other than to sit on his bike and look at the room of Kinanti on the second floor of his house. He checked his phone and it was almost midnight. He suspected that Kinanti might have gone to sleep.

"A beautiful dream. We meet again tomorrow at school" said Kala with a feeling of ignorance.

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