Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 17

As my eyes were about to fall asleep, Aunt Lidya came into my room, "Her ashes pick me up in front."

" His ashes? Still sleeping tan. Please tell me dong tan!"

" Jumpain gih." Aunt passed by leaving me.

I went out of the room to meet Zuwita's brother.

I stared at the man sitting on the porch.

That guy I seem to know. His posture is not foreign to me.

Unexpectedly, the man looked back.

The man caught me watching him.

" What's Charity?"

He seemed to be misbehaving, but he managed to master the situation, "I want to pick up Zuwita. Where is zuwitanya?"

" Eh anu Zuwita is sleeping in my room. Still very good mas. Em. if mass Amal does not mind later after Zuwita wake up I directly interject." I try to be ordinary in the presence of Amal. Though I was really nervous about confronting that polar hearted man.

" Oh Zuwita is sleeping? Ow hell! I'm sorry to be taking care of you and your family."

" There is no need to apologize mas, I am happy because Zuwita is a super gemesin child." Honest tidbits.

Amal only smiled after he said goodbye.

I stared at his disappearance. One by one began to reveal the secrets in the closed-hearted man.

No need for me to look for answers here and there, in fact God himself showed.

So Amal is Zuwita's ashes?

Then where's Zuwita's mother? Died it?

It would be a pity if his mother died.

Poor is also the mass Amal, must be a father also be a mother for Zuwita.

I stepped into the room. That sweet baby is alive too. I noticed the look on his face, very similar to that of Amal. I was back next to Zuwita. Trying to sleep next to Zuwita.

******

It's late afternoon, don't forget I drove zuwita to the Amal mas house.

Not to forget I borrowed a rag belonging to my grandmother and grandmother taught me how to carry Zuwita using the rag.

" Is she strong?" I doubt the power of the array holding Zuwita's bulging body.

" It's. Be carefull! Hold on sometimes don't let go." Grandma's message to me.

I also went on a motorcycle owned by Aunt Lidya.

All the way to the Amal Mass house. So many strange looks were pointing at me.

And along the way Zuwita seemed carefree occasionally blabbering.

Finally we arrived at Amal's house, "assalamu'alaikum..."

" Waalaikum salam..." The voice of his mother Amal.

" Eh, Zuwita uda came home huh... I'm sorry neng, I'm taking care of you." My mother felt bad for me.

" It's okay to buk. I'm glad to have a friend."

His mother Mas Amal permits kedapur for a while, he said he wanted to make milk for Zuwita

While playing with Zuwita, I noticed the room of the mass house of Amal. I wish there was a picture of Zuwita's mother hanging on the wall.

But in fact nil. I just saw the photo of Amal with Zuwita and the second photo of Amal's parents.

" Where's Zuwita's mother?" Mumbles.

" Nea busy." I feel so sad.

" Don't bother neng, it's the mother who troublesome neng."

I finally talked to Amal's mother.

Out of curiosity with his mother Zuwita with courage I asked his mother mass Amal, "Mommy, sorry I do not mean presumptuous. If you can find out where Zuwita's mom is?" There was a feeling of relief because the question that had been stored in my head had been issued.

There was a change in the face of his mother Amal, the friendly face had turned red with anger.

" Mom, I'm sorry if I don't have to answer my question."

His mother was still frozen, suddenly Amal came out of nowhere.

" Sorry buk Zahra, it looks like it's late afternoon and the weather is overcast. I'd better get home now before the rain."

Amal spoke without looking at me. He stood up arrogantly.

I stared briefly at Amal, then alternated towards his mother Amal. The atmosphere turned cold. I see, there must be something hurting here.

" Well, mom, I'm sorry to go home. Zuwita, brother go home first." I said goodbye but didn't answer. Only Zuwita seemed as agitated as he knew I was leaving him.

I came out of the Amal mass house with a strange look from the neighbors around the Amal mass house.

" What is the teacher's book?" Asked a mother who seemed very curious about my arrival to the mass house of Amal.

I smiled without even speaking a word.

I turned on the motorbike and soon passed from the mass house of Amal.

My tears feel like falling, but as much as I can hold back. I don't deserve to cry for someone who never cared about me. I just love Zuwita not the other intent.

I'm at home. I'll put the motorcycle in the garage immediately.

I still do not think, what exactly happened to the mass family of Amal?

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I arrived at school this morning. Iam on the wall still shows at seven in the morning. And in this room there is only me and Amal. We both looked clumsy since yesterday.

He looked at me like something was being said. But that's only a temporary guess.

" Buk Zahra, sorry! don't ever go near my son or my mother. If you just want to know my family's life." He said slowly but painfully.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to digest every word that came out of Amal's mouth. However I am a woman who will surely be hurt by the words of this polar hearted man.

And I will defend myself so that he does not look me in the eye.

" I'm sorry, what do you mean? Who approached your son and mother? Please don't be too pungent talking to women. I just love Zuwita, because he's a cute baby. And I loved Zuwita long before I knew that you were Zuwita's brother. I only feel sorry for Zuwita, not for anything else." I'm loud.

He looked at me cynically and left me.

I scratched my suddenly dizzy forehead. What wrong? Is it wrong if I want to know Zuwita's mother?

" Good morning buk Zahra." mr. Indro greeted me kindly this morning.

" Good morning sir." I put a faint smile on the headmaster. My teaching passion was lost because Amal's great mass attitude sucks.

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Until the afternoon my feelings remained unsettled. Aunt Lidya is leaving with Iwan. Grandma is going to study with the mothers in the village.

I'm just pacing around indistinctly. Until Tami was confused to see my behavior.

" What exactly are you, Zah? Look at it like it has a heavy burden." Tami looked at me full of search.

" I don't know, it's ordinary." Answer's short.

There is a feeling of loss when one day only Zuwita does not play to grandma's house. Usually if there's Zuwita I'll take the cute baby to talk, sing.

Ah, Zuwita why the hell your ashes must be a super duper cold amal also fierce.