When Love Teases

130. The Past Let the Past

Panji enters the cafe where he made his appointment with his father. Dense schedule of lectures and work as a boutique manager Sundari Bandung branch, making it unable to come on time as promised early. He confirmed to his father whether to cancel the meeting or accept the deadline to be five in the afternoon. Anjar Syahreza chose to wait.

Although Panji is an only child, he does not necessarily get the ease of working position in the company owned by Bunda Ratih. The mother has not given the highest position in the headquarters located in the Sundari Ciamis boutique complex. He has to start from the bottom. Starting one year as an HRD staff, until then trusted to lead the Bandung branch while continuing S2 lectures.

A middle-aged man stood up from his seat as Panji's footsteps drew closer. A smile always adorned the handsome look of a mature man who patiently waited an hour for the arrival of his son.

"How's Dad's son doing?" Anjar hugged Panji with eyes full of longing and haru. Patting the back of the child with all the happy overflow that fills the chest cavity.

"Good, Dad. How's dad?" Undeniably, Panji was actually happy to meet the father who had been avoided. Phone and message communication, he still receives. But he refused every father asking to meet. Not avoiding because of hate. But appreciate the feeling of his mother who was hurt because she felt betrayed.

In the past, in his unstable age, Panji was angry and hated because his father secretly married again and had a daughter. Which makes Bunda Ratih sue for divorce. So that he is the victim. Broken.

Lucky strong foundation, religious education early on, making Panji that had gone off track, entered the community genk motor as an outlet of disappointment, and, can go back on a straight bow in a community circle containing people with positive vibes.

He decided to make peace with the past. It is not good to continue to be disappointed because of the behavior of his father who is double.

The conversation continued sitting across from each other. Ordering a different kind of coffee menu.

"Nji, how's Mother?"

"Some healthy. Panji also said that Mother would meet Dad." The banner rests the back sitting relaxed while folding the hands on the chest. A sharp gaze scanned the father's thinly-mined face with a misty black hair. The face of actor and singer Thomas Jorghi looks young from the original age of five heads. Angannya. If only it remained a whole family...

"Mother not forbid?!" Anjar enthusiastically wants to know. Making Panji daydreams scatter instantly.

"From the first also Mother never banned. Even like to persuade Panji to meet Dad. He said he had no ex-child. The banner allowed good relations with Dad's new family. Try, there are rarely women as good as Mother. Is it okay, it's a guy who has wasted a beautiful girl named Ratih Gayatri." Sindir Panji with a cynical turned gaze.

"Yes, son. Your mother's a good woman. That's why I still love your mother until this moment. Daddy misses not only you, but Mother too." Anjar looked seriously. Seriously speaking. No offense to his son's insinuation.

The pennant smiled obliquely. "Don't mess up the wife at home, Dad. Because I remember my ex. "

"Dad lives together with your sister. He's ten years old now. She's in fifth grade. When can I take her to Panji to know, to accept her as a sister." Said Anjar expectantly.

Panji squinted his eyes. "Wait around! Dad divorced yet? Keep wanting to reverse the same Mother, is that it?!" guess it.

Anjar let out a long breath before replying. "The whole story, son. I hope you listen well. We talk as fellow grown men. Not as father and son. So that Dad is not just cornered.

The silent banner. All this time he had only heard the explanation of Mother's version of the cause of divorce. Including the rumors of a big family. All one voice, blaming his polygamous father.

"FR. Panji Rajarsyah Eternal which shelters Sundari convection and boutiques, it was established for Mother. As a gift and a sign of gratitude for being born into the world complements happiness."

Panji listen while stunned. He remembered, his mother had told him that at the age of SD. At that time was invited to walk around the convection that the building was not yet as big as it is now.

"The banner of Rajarsyah is a combination of your name, Mother, and Father. I'm glad your mother didn't change her name even though we were separated." Anjar sipped a coffee before continuing the story.

"When you're seven years old, I asked Mommy to plan a second child. The father of an only child, already feels alone without a brother. But Mommy said it was not ready because at that time the career was uphill. Sabarin's father until you're 10 years old, this discussion has long been a source of petty quarrels."

The silent banner looked seriously. He just heard a story like this.

"When you were in first grade Junior High, I reaffirmed this. And your mother replied firmly too, not wanting to add any children. Want to focus on raising you as well as developing his boutique business. I threatened to get married again. But Mother responded with a teasing joke; "Dad sure you want to marry again? Can take it."

Anjar took a deep breath. "Your mother though not a career, will not lack for a living from Dad. Dad's company is bigger. Want Panji and Mommy traveling abroad every month will not make Dad's card broken. But I appreciate your passion in the fashion world. That's why I support your Mother's career."

"Unfortunately your mother forgot her sweet dreams and commitments before we got married. I want three kids."

"Dad finally gave up no longer on that. Because the edges will be a fight of the mouth. Tired."

"Until one day while Dad was reviewing the project, I met a widow who was selling on the project site. He has 4 orphans. Father empathized with giving him alms."

"Since that meeting Dad thought hard while fondling the plan. Nji, my desire to add a child cannot be dammed. I decided to go to the widow's house and offer a contract marriage for what it is. A week later the new father gets an answer from him who approves of the contract marriage until the baby is born."

"She..means cheap women." Say Panji after a long time as a listener.

Anjar. "He's a good girl. Coming from a poor family. Her husband died from a work accident on the project. But not in Dad's project. He accepted Dad's offer because it was necessary to charge the children. The biggest one is only 8 years old. I promise you a livable home and welfare for all your children. "

"We married Siri while she was fertile. Dad deliberately chose that time so as not to touch her for too long. Honestly, I feel guilty for betraying her. But didn't Mommy have a hand in causing Dad to do that?"

Panji rubbed his face violently. Confused to behave after hearing the facts from his father. He chose silence, kept listening.

"Dad did it that month, twice. The next month she was pregnant. I swear to God, I did not touch him again because even to death my love was only for Mother. Dad just wait time by giving birth to a living until he gave birth and gave the exclusive breast milk until the age of one year. And Dad divorced her according to the original agreement."

Anjar breathed a rough breath. "In the end, I was found out too. Trial by Grandpa and Enin. They are so angry. But Dad's clear on the chronology. You also have to defend yourself. Don't be wrong 100%. Grandpa and Enin long ago relieved his anger. But it can't help when Mommy swoops with her stance on divorce."

Anjar stared at Panji with a soft net. "Panji please conclude by yourself. Dad explained what it was. Without being added and subtracted. Since the divorce with Mommy, Dad did not marry again. Focus on raising your sister. While cultivating patience, hoping that Dad can touch again the heart of Mother. I want us to be together again as a family. Could Panji help me?"

The pennant tied his shoelaces. Habits in every morning do jogging around the complex. This time something was different. Not expecting it turns out Anjar's father lived in the same complex for one month.

"Your father and sister want to stay closer to you, son. After all this time you always avoided Dad. We deliberately moved from Jogja to Bandung to be able to see you every day, son."

Panji starts with a small run. While remembering the conversation that continued until night.

"Padmavati Syahreza, your sister's name. I always tell you about Panji who is handsome and smart as your sister who just got the award last month for memorizing juz 29 and 30 at the Qur'an school. Padma always asks when can I meet my sister? Padma keeps your photos taken from ig, printed and stored in 10R figurines. Always hugged every sleep."

The pennant sped up his run with a chest that began to be claustrophobic by various flavors and heated eyes. Is his sister really that sorry? Doesn't that stepbrother like to suck?

With breathless breath and sweat pouring out, Panji stopped his steps across the house his father mentioned last night. The gate was tightly closed. Can not see the activity in it because the wall of the pillar was covered with loaster.

A pat on the shoulder made Panji sting and turn his head. "Dad?!" abugn. I did not know that his father was exercising too.

"Come on, get into Daddy's house!" Anjar already knew that Panji was watching his house.

The banner enters the gate of a newly renovated house. Look at the main door that is wide open with a pair of shoes stored on the terrace.

"Assalamu'alaikum, baby." Said Anjar cheerfully.

"Wa'alaikum hail.....Jog___?" a girl who answered cheerfully while welcoming out, said continuing her words. Staring at Panji with unblinking eyes.

Anjar smiled widely. "Padma, why silence? Meet your guests, hm?" He rubbed the head of his hijab-clad daughter preparing for school.

Panji decided to go forward to see Padma who was sculpting as if in shock. "Hi, I'm Panji. I'm Padma's sister." she nodded and smiled as she looked at the pretty face that had the same facial line as her.

Padma turned and looked up at her father. Who then got the nod of Anjar.

"Sister. Huhuhuhoo...." Padma hugged Panji. Crying sobbed without being able to stem the tears that flowed. All this time channeling longing just by hugging a photo. His brother was real in front of him.

The banner hugged tightly. Roboh has his ego defense. It would be a dream if he had a sister who was almost as high as his chest. And there is a warmth filling the heart. Suddenly there is a feeling of affection that cannot be prevented.

Since that morning's meeting with his sister, Panji spent time commuting to work at his father's residence. Just felt the happy moment of having a sister. He accompanied Padma to study and play together. Looking at the room of the sister who was right there are some photos of her on display. He smiled haru. Not thinking all this time he was ignorant, it turns out that his father and sister were so caring and loving.

The third day, Panji invited Padma to stay at his house. He wanted to enjoy a togetherness that so many years had never imagined. He himself picked up on foot because it was not too far away. Just a different block.

Both of them were carefree walking while swinging their clasped hands. Arriving inside the house, Padma looked around because he was still a stranger.

"Let's show Padma's room!" The banner led the sister up the stairs. He had asked ART to replace the bed sheet in his side room with a pink barbie picture.

Adzan magrib reverberated when Panji and Padma were engrossed in playing games in the pink room.

"Kalo denger Adzan should ease his play, brother. I like to be angry." Padma keeps PS sticks on carpet.

"Well, I'm kind of obedient to Dad." Panji thumbs up for pride.

"Padma loves Daddy. Don't want to see you sad. Dad loves to daydream." Her brother with a face turned soft. Making the banner pursed lips.

"We pray together, will we?" The banner breaks the silence. His speech was greeted by a strong nod to the younger brother.

Panji went down the stairs while joking with Padma. The brother's crisp laughter broke the silence in the house that was always quiet every day. After praying, teaching together, now the two are preparing for dinner.

"Mother?!" The banner suddenly stopped the steps in the last three tiers. Shocked, Mother Ratih suddenly appeared at the end of the stairs with a big smile.

"When did you come first?!" Panji covered his anger by kissing his hands and hugging his mother was full of affection.

"Willful surprise, dear." Mommy said while rubbing the back of her favorite child.

"Hey pretty, what's her name?" Mommy Ratih looked at the girl who was standing next to Panji. His gaze turned towards Panji with one eyebrow raised.

"My name is Padma, Auntie" said Padma as she reached out, kissing the back of her hand in reverence.

The pennant scratches the nape that does not itch. How explained.

"God, it's beautiful, it's polite again." Mother Ratih rubbed the top of Padma's head accompanied by a smile and a warm gaze.

"Who is this? How did Mother just see." Mother Ratih turned to look at Panji. He had been waiting for the child's explanation.

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Besties, please be patient. Next new chapter discussing the honeymoon again yes. Don't demo akuuu. Because the ending applies to all KCM cast.