Trying To Be Faithful

Introductions

White bone plisket skirt, combined with a brown shirt patterned with polkadot, and a matching color veil with clothes make Hasna look beautiful. He looks younger than his age. Plain white shoes make him look fresher. Brand-name bags make him look classy.

While Nay and Shaki wear simple dresses that make them look elegant. Hasna drove her own car to the house of the Gods. He did not want to become a gossip material anymore if he had to be picked up by the Gods.

"This is really her house? Was I wrong with maps, huh? Ah, but really. Uh, but kan maps also like to mislead. But ... How is it? The gate is high again. I want no one."

Hasna was confused while in front of the house of God. The classic European style house has a high gate. However, the luxury of the God's house could be seen from the outside.

"God, I'm ahead. Where are you?"

"Oh, are you in front, honey? Just a minute, I'm going there."

"Well, what the hell is a kid."

"Yes, Honey. I'm ahead now, don't lash ya."

"Eh, dodol. I don't sulk, I just ask where are you? Your house is like Takeshi's fortress, it's hard to get in."

"Yes, honey, yes. Just wait a minute."

Hasna turned off her phone, she grumbled to herself.

The gate is open. The god came and knocked on Hasna's car.

"You're the-"

"Mba, inget, this is my home. We have a mission, don't forget it. During this time Mba was my spoiled boyfriend and the one I loved the most. Inget it," the God whispered.

"Hehe."

"Don't laugh, the hunt's in."

"Yes, yeah. It's a real onion, anyway!"

The god walked half-runningly, while Hasna drove the car after his direction.

Hasna took a deep breath like a man had an asthma attack. How amazed he was when he saw the house of the Gods up close. Magnificent, luxurious, classy and beautiful.

"Bun, this is the house of Om god? It's really nice to be like a palace."

"I want a house like this too, Bun."

"Sstttt, don't be noisy. Remember, yes, don't talk if you're not asked. Later get angry Om Lord kita."

The two children nodded their heads. Their eyes sparkled at the majestic house he was about to enter.

Hasna went out with her children. The god took Shaki's hand, then took Hasna's hand, while Hasna's other hand held Nay's.

"Calm down, don't strain. We're going into a man's house not a lion."

"So I'm tense."

"It's easy, my parents are good."

Hasna tried to regulate her breathing, trying to be calm even though she was actually nervous instead of upset.

Hasna was like out of breath seeing the majestic living room of the house of God. When compared to his home, it was very different. The living room of the Gods was much larger than a single Hasna house.

"Waaah, it's a great house." Shaki who was also amazed could not hide his feelings. With Nay.

"Mommy, Papi. It's Hasna. She's my girlfriend."

"Hello om, Auntie. I'm Hasna."

"Please, sit down, son."

The boy? He called me or was it meant for the gods?

"Come, sweetie." God pulled Hasna's hand to sit on the sofa. Hasna was silent for a moment.

The god beckoned the eyes for Hasna to follow him.

"What do you want to drink?" ask Papi Dewa.

"Anything, Om."

Papi Dewa called the waiter to get him some drinks and some food.

"Don't forget to bring snacks for the kids."

"Good, Sir."

Sitting with a tense feeling, not knowing what to say. Full of questions in the head about how the next God family would react. Whether they will oppose their 'fake' relationship, will his family accept him with the condition of already having three daughters without a husband.

"So, where is the father of the children you have today?" ask a man who has a charismatic face, height and a distended stomach. He is Mahendra Aditama, the father of Dewandaru Aditama.

"My husband is dead, sir. Probably almost two years ago. At first it was possible that God also felt at odds with my fate with the status of a widow, but the more I came here, I knew that my son really loved me."

The god immediately turned to Hasna who spoke beyond his expectations. He also felt proud of Hasna who turned out to be able to tell such a story. His heart was a little relieved.

"Sister is good. Let alone a beautiful sister, a grandmother she is very good."

"I accepted him even though I was older than him. Sometimes, that maturity comes not from how old they are, but from the way of thinking and also the sincerity they belong. One of them is a god."

The woman next to Mahendra is a mangosteen. She was pleased with Hasna's statement about her son. At least the rumors on the outside were refuted with Hasna there.

The waiter came. They bring a variety of drinks and snacks for children. Candy, chocolate, cookies, and other snacks. No doubt Nay and Shaki are so happy. Especially when they see a colorful round cake. Macoron.

Seeing her children being treated well, Hasna was happy. Being treated treasured made Hasna moved and perhaps thank God.

"Thank you, Sir, Mom. For the first time I felt happy because the kids needed good. My grandmother and grandfather did not care about my children. When my third child was dying, they didn't care at all."

Hasna's eyes glazed over. Seeing Hasna grieving, God clasped Hasna's hand tightly. The woman was a little surprised, she almost withdrew her hand if she did not remember that she was the lover of the Gods in this house.

"Regardless of who you are, me, or anyone else in this house. We are human. Equally the creation of God. So what makes us. must distinguish carefully? we are both made from the ground, eating the same food that is rice. We go back to the same, to the ground."

Hasna was more and more moved to hear the words of God's mother, the class of people like the God family was even better than her in-laws who only had a small grocery store.

"So, how? Is our relationship acceptable? After the promise, if I bring my lover here then the matchmaking you did, is not it?"

Mahendra berdehem's.

"White? There's no intention to break the promise, right?"

"The wean needs to know more about him. You cannot make a decision with just one meeting. His decision will be if we know him more deeply. Married it should pay attention to seedlings, bebet, and weights. Not just his social status and wealth status. It's all for you too."

"But you're right. They better get to know me first to make sure I'm worthy of your company."

"Look, your girlfriend just understood what papi meant."

The god folded his lips inward. Resisting being annoyed by what Hasna said just now.