Thorny Love

*Bab 7

Before returning to Laila's house, Rama took a visit to his mother's house. Rama's raging thoughts, provoking a restless feeling in Rama's current heart. He was in a heavy dilemma, between thinking about Laila's change, as well as Ziana's change.

"Mama" said Rama as Sinta opened the door.

"Rama. Tumben you stopped by mom's house. What's up?"

"Nothing, Ma. Just happened to pass by, keep stopping by," said Rama lying.

"Hm .. so tumben you happen to pass by. Come inside!"

Rama followed Sinta who walked inside. Their relationship is not the same as the relationship of mother and child in general. After Rama got married, he came to his mother's house less often. Busyness at home, also in the office, is the cause of all that.

"What are you drinking, Ram?" ask Sinta while walking towards the kitchen.

"Nothing, Ma. I don't want to drink anything."

"You why the hell? It seems, there is a lot of burden that you are carrying right now," said Sinta as she stared intently at Rama.

"Yes, Ma. There are many burdens that I am carrying right now. Especially, the burden of my household is getting me depressed."

"You mean?" ask Sinta while walking closer.

"I was confused by the change in attitude of Laila and Zia. They changed very far. I don't know what caused it" said Rama, rubbing his face.

"Changed? Changed how? Tell me a clearer dong, Ram. Don't make your mom confused by what you mean."

Rama tells what happened recently to Laila and Zia. As for Sinta, she listened carefully to what her son said.

"Ram, if Laila's change shows, I think it's a very natural change. You see, pregnant women are always behaving differently than usual. But, if your first wife was, maybe, this is you just realized her original attitude. The real attitude that Ziana had all along."

"But, Ma."

"Of course, don't think too much about what happened. You should focus on Laila. You forgot what? Laila's pregnant with your son, Ram. As for Zia, what should you worry about from her, hem?"

Rama did not have time to answer what Sinta said, his phone rang. Rama's attention is now distracted. He quickly picked up the phone in his pants pocket. There is Laila's name. He looked at Sinta before answering the call.

"Who?" ask Sinta curiously.

"City."

"Quick lift. Maybe there's something important Laila wants to say!"

"Yes, Ma."

Rama did what Sinta said. He quickly picked up the call from Laila.

"Hello, La."

"Mas, where are you? Don't forget, you promise?

"Promise?" rama asked, remembering what promise he had made to Laila.

"Mas. Did you forget you promised to accompany me to the doctor this afternoon?"

"Oh, I didn't forget that promise, La. Here, I'm going to your house now."

"Really, Mas?" tanya Laila is happy.

"Yes. I'll come soon. You just wait at home."

"Yes, Mas. Don't be long, yeah," said Laila speaking in a spoiled tone.

"Yes." Yeah."

Rama disconnects the call from Laila. He took a heavy breath after closing the call.

"Nothing, Ma. I have to go now. Laila's waiting for me at home."

"Oh, mama thinks there's a problem with you. You should be happy to have a wife like Laila. She was beautiful, kind, and very understanding with her husband. He loves you very much."

"Ziana is also no less kind, polite, beautiful, and understanding. He's got it all, Ma. He .... "

"Enough. Did you forget that your first wife can't give you offspring?"

"Enough, Ma! Never say that again" said Rama, getting up from his seat.

"I don't like Zia's ugly mama. To me, Ziana was never less than anyone," Rama said as he left Sinta with an annoyed face.

"No, never less than anyone you say. We will see, Rama, until when will you consider him the best in your life," Sinta said to himself as he stared at Rama's back as he walked further away.

"But it seems, Laila has already started acting. Good indeed," said Sinta again with a sweet smile, because thinking about his success.

On the other hand, Zia was talking to Restu. They were in front of Ziana's house at the moment.

"So sure you want to go home and pretend like you don't know what's going on?" tanya Restu was still worried.

"Yes Res, I'm so sure" said Zia with a smile.

"Wouldn't you, mbak just attack Rama with his sir's wife, Mbak? Sorry if I was sassy. But I feel too upset to remember what my husband did to Zia. Less what are you trying to mbak? To the extent that Rama can betray you," said Restu annoyed. He looks more like a mak-mak than a man.

Ziana simply responded with a smile to what Restu said. It made Restu feel more confused and amazed by the calm attitude that Zia showed.

"Yes, I have to go back to the office first. I'm sure Zia knows what she's doing. If there's a need, call me right away."

"Yes Res, be careful."

"Good mbak."

After Restu's departure, Zia knocked on her door. Bik Imah who was in the living room, immediately opened the door while listening to the knock.

"Who are you looking for?" ask Bik Imah while opening the door.

Hearing the question, Zia who turned her back to the door immediately turned her body around.

Looking at Ziana, bik Imah was a little shocked.

"Mrs."

"Yes, it's me bik. Has she forgotten me as the owner of the house?" asked Zia with a smile.

"Ti-no mistress. Not at all. Come on in, madam!" said Bik Imah nervously.

"I help bring the suitcase, Nya," said Bik Imah while seizing the suitcase in Zia's hands.

"Not bik. Unnecessary. I brought it myself. Oh yeah, where's Rama?"

"Tu-sir ... Mr. Rama in the office, his."

"Oh." Zia answered briefly.

"Didn't the madam know that the madam has come home?"

"No, bik. I did not know Rama. You want to create a surprise for Rama. Rama must be happy, huh." Zia smiled sweetly as if she had never felt the slightest bit of heartache and disappointment.

"Oh yes bik, masakin delicious cuisine yes. I haven't eaten Rama together in a long time."

"Yes, madam," said Bik Imah while looking at Zia with a strange look.