When My Wife Surrender

Randy

The young man's embrace really felt warm, should Chrysanthemum reply to him right? But no, the woman squinted her forehead irritated, "Please get off.." he said.

Rain let go of his embrace, then put on a pitiful face, "I was cold, because it was swiping to make me feel warmer.." The reason for that was not to be expelled.

Chrysanthemum sighed harshly, "You didn't bring any clothes?" her question was answered with a nod of the head by Rain.

"What if we sleep together to warm ourselves," he asked expectantly, wanting to immediately return the child they had not had time to have.

"No way, you sleep on the couch. I slept in the room." said Chrysan forcing himself to smile.

Crackle...

Their bellies both rang almost simultaneously, glancing at each other. "Let's eat..." Chrysanthemum heaved a rough sigh.

***

The aroma of instant noodles is smelled, when one by one the bowl is filled. Spoons and forks were prepared, sweet soy sauce was filled over one of the bowls.

"This is for you." it's bad.

"Still remember I love sweet instant noodles? Next time I will serve you, like a queen. I promise," he said, starting to blow on the noodles that were given a little soy sauce.

"Why would you serve me? It's just noodles" asked Chrysanthemum.

"Because I love you," the answer from the mouth was so smoothly smiling.

"Love me. Don't joke..." Chrysanthemums laugh, rather pretend to laugh. If Dara had been present in Rain's life everything would have changed. She was just an unloved woman, whatever Rain said now would be meaningless.

"I mean it, from the start I just loved you." he said with a smile.

***

20 Years ago...

"Dad.." he yelled at his father's feet.

"Hold hold him!! I'll work in the city!!" he said he pushed his only son.

"Randy, already!! Your father has to go to work..." The grandmother helped her little granddaughter get up, hugging her tightly.

"Randy dear dad!! Don't leave!! Randy loves daddy!!" she cried out loud.

"Darling!? You love dad!? Then let daddy go!! You are a boy!! Don't just talk, baby!! But just being a bitch!!" snapped the father who was emotional because of his wife who demanded a divorce. Leaving him to marry a much richer two-child widower.

"Randy is a child, don't talk that way." said the grandmother who is the mother of his father.

"Aagghh..fucking boy!!" the man screamed, still leaving with his suitcase.

"Grandmother," the child sobbed, hugging the old body of the only person still expecting it to exist.

"Look! Randy is a boy, don't cry, don't cry, there's a granny here." he said stroking his grandson's hair slowly.

The child who can only nod, while still hiccuping. Replying to the old grandmother's embrace. An age? Even my grandmother was 80 years old. Now he has to find firewood, plant cassava to support his grandson.

A pair of parents who leave Randy, their son, find their way. Only one year, only one year he lived alone with his grandmother below the poverty line.

His little hand had been deftly holding the scythe, as well as digging the ground, trying to pluck the cassava. Although difficult...

A grandmother who was pulling a cassava with her grandson. The sun was shining at that time, old hands that were too tired. His eyes suddenly twitched, trying to sit on the couch beside the house.

"Randy's chest hurts, please make warm sugar water." he said, looking at the little hands of the grandchildren holding a scythe to clean the weeds, in the small garden next to their house.

Randy nodded, put down his scythe, made sugar water, and took wind oil and massage oil for his grandmother. The only thing he has.

However, when she returned, the grandmother who was originally sitting had now been lying on a small cot next to a house made of bamboo.

"Grandmother.." he said looking at the grandmother's suddenly pale face, helping her sit down to drink sugar water.

"Ne.ne.ne.grandmother knows..grandmother also.." her last words, before her chest tightened.

The boy ran, "Please!! Help!!" call her desperate, crying for the neighbor's attention, so that the grandmother can stay alive, get help.

Some neighbors, about to move the grandmother into a pickup car, were taken to a nearby health center, but the breath stopped. In the end the old hand was no longer strong. Leaving his grandson alone, a child who has no parents, has nothing.

"Grandmother.." she shrieked in tears, not having someone to love her anymore.

The funeral, aided by the local people, contacted his father? Even the address or phone number that can be contacted, he did not know. A cellphone? At that time phoncell did not exist, communication by mail was also difficult.

Until there are times when the child is silent in the room of the deceased grandmother. Hearing the debate of his uncles and aunts, who lived one village with them.

Debate, home inheritance sharing. Is the house going to be sold? Where should he live? No one cared about her except for her late grandmother.

The wardrobe was dismantled with her small hands, wiping away her tears, hoping to get the address of the mother who had remarried. Randy's tears are flowing maybe it's time to meet his mother again. And sure enough, the new address in the divorce papers was stared at.

The child finally has a chance to live a better life.

***

It was suspected by him a few weeks after the death of his grandmother he was expelled, by his uncles and aunts. The house will be sold, the provisions given to it? Only about 200,000 rupiah.

It's okay, after this he will meet the mother. That's what he thought after boarding a public transport heading towards the city.

His eyes stared at the window of the oncoming public transport car. Dad left because I didn't want to say I loved him. Grandma too, left when I said loving grandma, what feelings should not be said, I found no place to go home.

The address is quite far away, located in the city center. Randy started walking downstairs, pounding on a large backpack.

Tang.tang ..tang...

The big gate of the house was knocked on, "Mother!!" called repeatedly.

Until an ART comes out,"Who's looking?" tanyakanya.

"Is Melani's mom there!? I am his son" he answered.

"Search madam!? I called for a moment, "the ART walked back in.

Patiently the child waited, eating a packet of bread crammed into his stomach. Until the ART finally came out too. Together with his mother, a figure who turned his face, left him to ride a luxury car first.

"Mother.." called Randy, walked over, hoping that she would miss him too, but she, who was about to hug, was pushed.

"Aren't I giving up custody to your father!? Go on!! Before Ari (mother's husband) comes!!" he said he pulled his son's arm.

"I love my mother." The child cried softly, trying to hold her mother's hand.

"If you love your mother, you will go far!! No more disturbing my life!!"he snapped, pushing his son's body, in front of the gate. Lock it up without looking at it.

Randy began to rise up walking alone leaving the mother who was reluctant to consider him there.

We..guk...

Neighboring voices were heard in the elite housing complex. Without realizing it regardless, running biting his feet.

"Aaa..aaa..mom help!!" her cries screamed, trying to let go of the *njing's bite.

The people who were there huddled in, helping him. But not with Melani who stared all from inside her house.

"Mistress, the child." the words of the compassionate ART were interrupted.

"Let it go, he's not my son. He's his father's son." he said smiling cynically, entering the mansion he occupied.

"I.mom.." the cry of the child shrieked, clenched his hand. Looked at his mother's departure.

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