The Struggle for Love of the Ceo

Restu pak Dwi

In a magnificent house, a middle-aged woman was sitting daydreaming on the edge of a fish pond. Fish food that he held was not then he put into the pond. His gaze was fixed on the fish swimming beautifully in the pond. But his mind wanders not knowing where. Until a pat did not make him aware.

"Ma, why are you here?" Mr. Dwi who was standing behind Bu Renata looked confused at his wife. Ms. Renata awoke from her daydream and turned to her husband.

"Eh Papa, since when was Papa there?" ask Ms. Renata to her husband. Mr. Dwi just smiled in response to his wife's question. He then sat down next to his wife.

"Where else think what the hell! To the point of not being aware of Papa's presence." Mr. Dwi began to hug his wife, trying to calm his wife's heart.

"Mama thinks Angga Pa. Why hasn't she come home yet, but Niko came back two days ago. Where is Pa?" Ms. Renata started to shed her tears, she missed her only son.

Dwi asked the same thing. Where did his son go. Niko did not give him any leads. Niko told me she said, Angga has business to Medan new business problems. Niko did not tell Angga's parents the truth. Yes of course, it was forbidden by his boss.

"Maybe we're too hard on our son Pa. So he's not comfortable living with us. He's feeling depressed." Ms. Renata also remembered the events when they had a fight with Angga. When they oppose his son's relationship with Amalia.

"Pa, if Angga comes home. Ma promised, I'd respect her relationship with Amalia." Bu Renata's words slightly surprised Pak Dwi. He had a hard time separating his son from Amalia.

"Papa must also bless them Pa," Bu Renata persuaded with a face of compassion.

"We don't have anyone anymore. Only Angga our son Pa. Let him determine his happiness. Mama realized, the city had meddled too much in her personal problems. Let him decide his life. She must know what's best for herself" Ms Renata said, staring at her husband's face.

Mr. Dwi was silent. He was still thinking about his wife's words. Before he knew it, what his wife said was true. Angga now was their only most precious treasure. For what wealth is much, if they part with their biological children.

"Since Roy's death, we've had no one left. Only Angga Pa. He's all we got. Moreover, the woman was pregnant with the child Angga. Our grandchildren, our grandchildren." The words of Bu Renata really entered into the heart of Mr. Dwi. So that he realized what he had been doing all this time was wrong. Separating her child with the woman she loves.

Since the death of his eldest son. Angga has always been the pride of Bu Renata and Pak Dwi. They both do not want if Angga married a woman who is not equal to them. I want everyone to look at their family. To put aside the happiness of his son.

"But the woman went far away Ma. Papa himself lost track of it. Papa does not know where it is," said Mr. Dwi regretted.

"How can we bring them together. If Amalia doesn't know where," said Ms. Renata.

"Papa promised to tell Papa's men to find her again. Hopefully we can find Amalia, yes Ma." Miss Renata can smile. Because her husband was willing to approve her son's relationship with the girl of his choice. His promise to Angga was already fulfilled. Now stay, how can I find Amalia.

Somewhere else.

Angga and Amalia have arrived in Bogor. A little more they reached the house of Sapta sir. Amalia's heart is beating so fast. He was afraid that his father would be angry. He lied to his parents a lot.

"Mother, how thick are we getting to grandpa's?" Amalia looked at her son, after which smiled.

"Dear, later at Azka's grandfather's house can't be naughty!" Timpal Angga answered his son's question.

"Why you, baby? You scared?" Cecar Angga who saw Amalia was like a frightened person.

"You calm down. Later let me tell your father and mama," he continued, putting Amalia's head on his shoulder.

"What if they don't want to acknowledge Azka as her grandson"

"Stttt, you can't talk like that. Poor to hear Azka Lo dear!" Angga tried to make Amalia calm. But it doesn't seem to work. The woman repeatedly wiped her sweat that began to fall.

They also arrived at the tea plantation where Pak Sapta worked. Because indeed the road to the house of Pak Sapta can not be passed by a car. So they stopped there.

It just so happens that it is still early morning. So the workers are not there yet. Azka was so happy to see the scenery around her. The tea trees that were still wet were exposed to morning dew. The sound of birds chirping makes the heart feel as if peace there. But not with Amalia. His face is getting pale.

"Am, saha. To clean up the pisan casep?" Ask someone who's running into Amalia. It seems like the guy already knows her.

"This is Amalia's boy tea, tea. Noah yes tea, Amalia pamit first." The man whispered with his friend. It made Amalia more frightened.

"Not to be thought of. Come on!" Angga who invites the way again.

Until they were at Sapta's. The building was still the same as the last Angga saw. Different is just one. The mango tree in front of his house is bearing fruit.

Angga knocked on the door. The door was opened by Reyhan, Amalia's sister.

"Sir Amalia!!" Reyhan immediately hugged his brother as soon as he knew his grandfather was coming. "Come in, brother!" Next let them in. "Who is this, brother?" Then she asked who was with her sister.

"Later sister tell me. Where are Papa and Mama Dek?" Amalia asked where her parents were.

"There's in the kitchen. Bentar Reyhan call me first." Her sister went straight back to call her parents.

Amalia turned towards Angga. Asking for strength to face both parents. Five minutes later. Bu Leha and Mr. Sapta meet his daughter. How surprised she was when Amalia was really there.

"Am, Mama miss." Amalia immediately stood up and hugged her mother, as well as Psk Sapta directly hugged his wife.

They miss. The crying became a sight there. Angga and Azka were still sitting in his place. Sometimes Azka wanted to embrace like her mother. But Angga prevented it with lure later invited to the river.

The three of them let go of each other's embrace. The view of the Sapta pak then turned to Angga and Azka who were sitting on a chair.

"Am, who are they?" Amalia was sitting there. Followed by Bu Leha who sat beside the Sapta sir.

"Pa isn't the one who used to come here looking for Amalia," said Bu Leha followed by a nod from Angga.

"Oh yeah, Papa remembers now. How's it going, son? How can I meet my son?" Amalia and Angga looked at each other. It was as if they were giving each other a code to answer Amalia's parents' questions.

"Eh this is whose son Am. Really handsome?" bu Leha asked her daughter.

"This is Am's son, Ma."

To be continued....

Waduhhh about how this is.....

Accepted not yes Angga so the former Sapta sir....

Tomorrow again yes..

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The story is no less exciting Lo with the story of Amalia and Angga....

Love bejibun for you.