Wife Revenge Wasted

Undeniable

The house, which was dominated by wood, is now where Jharna took refuge. He looked at the house he missed so much. Everything is still the same. The mother arranged it very neatly. The position of the furniture is still the same, the smell of the room is still the same and the photos displayed on the wall are still the same.

In his place, Jharna stood staring at a wedding photo of himself with Andrew. In the wedding photo was the mother standing in the middle of them. His smile looked very happy, different from now, very sad.

“That's my son's only photo.” The mother's voice broke Jharna's daydream about the wounded marriage. Jharna looked at the mother who was preparing food. Without asking the woman to prepare everything. “She died in an accident,” the woman added with a smile. There were many sharp thorns that again tore at his heart as he recalled the incident.

Jharna's heart stopped beating looking at the eyes of the mother who was shattered and full of sadness. Unknowingly, Jharna's hand clenched just like that, recalling what the two people had done to him. Accident, they said. What happened was actually an assassination attempt. I don't know why Jharna's chest suddenly thumped in light of the two men's crimes.

“I've accepted his departure, don't love me like that.” The mother seemed to understand what Jharna felt. A child's compassion for a woman who is getting old and living a child. “Come here, eat first,” call the mother with a thin smile that Jharna has not seen for a long time.

Jharna also approached the mother and sat facing the woman, he looked at the food that had been made by the mother, one of which was stir-fry toge and tofu. Father's favorite food, first.

“Eat, the side dish is as it is.” The woman brought the plate closer to Jharna.

“Thank you,” said Jharna. He just took a little rice and some side dishes. Vegetable toge he took in a separate small bowl. The mother smiled at the way Jharna ate.

“You look like my daughter, if a soupy meal does not like to be mixed with rice,” said the woman while taking rice for herself.

Jharna just smiled. He covered his mouth with food. There was a stifling cry that he was trying to endure. She wanted to tell her mother that she was alive, but how? Would her mother believe in her much different appearance? What will he explain then, is it telling you that he actually survived the assassination attempt?

“Where are you from? How can I get lost in this remote area?” ask the mother. He still noticed the round-eyed woman who was similar to his daughter's. His heart even trembled when he saw those thin lips smiling crazily. I don't know what made him wish his daughter was still alive.

“I, from Jakarta.” Jharna answered in short.

The mother nodded in understanding. “You looking for who? Usually the ones who come here are the climbers.” He did not see Jharna carrying climbing gear.

“No ma'am, I don't intend to climb.”

“Iya, you better not. The air on the mountain is cold. If lacking in equipment and expertise, it can be very cold to death.” The mother recounted the events that used to happen in this place.

Jharna just smiled and nodded. He continued eating. Separate the green toge leaves and collect them on the edge of the plate. The mother smiled at Jharna's behavior. This is similar to his daughter's behavior. The difference is, this woman did not protest to see a helmet floating in her vegetables and continued eating.

By nightfall, Jharna was still unable to close his eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed looking at the open window of his room. He approached and was about to close the curtains, but his steps came to a halt when he saw someone in his backyard and carrying a lamp. Put it next to a mound of earth similar to a tomb. Only a few moments later did the woman stay there and immediately return home. Who else if not the mother.

“Where are you from?” welcome Jharna when she sees her mother enter the house again.

“Oh, that, from my son's grave. The sky is very dark, afraid she is scared.” The woman's answer sounded more depressing than scary.

Jharna smiled a little, apparently the mother still remembered that Andjani was afraid of the dark. This woman made the tomb as a monument to the death of her daughter. Jharna watched the middle-aged woman with a bitter taste, the woman put a foam mattress in the family room along with pillows and blankets that she brought.

“Mommy doesn't sleep in the room?” Jharna looked at the woman in surprise. There are four rooms in this house and the mother even held a mattress outside.

“Mom would rather sleep here, in front of tv,” he said with a small smile. In his mind he was afraid if then his daughter came and he did not hear a knock on the door. The hope is still quite great if his daughter survives the accident and returns to him.

“Can I come to sleep here?” ask Jharna.

“Please,” the woman shifted to give a place to Jharna.

Jharna sat down next to her mother. See more television commercials that. The mother had laid her body down first and Jharna soon caught up with her.

“My son accident fell into the sea. To this day, his body has not been found. So there's no need to be afraid, the tomb behind it was just my way of comforting myself. Even though I can't see my daughter again, at least, there's something I can meet.” The mother gave an explanation without asking. Maybe he was worried that Jharna was scared to see food in the back of his room.

“I'm so sorry, Mom.” It was only Jharna who then turned to the woman. The mother only smiled faintly and slowly closed her eyes. Jharna flipped his body face down, putting his hand under the pillow he used as his head base. He closed his eyes to rest his body. Slowly he fell asleep, feeling calm and happy. Although his mother did not know he was still alive, but he was happy because he could sleep side by side with his mother.

Without Jharna knowing, the mother opened her eyes again. Her tears melted looking at Jharna's sleeping face at the side. “Even the way of sleep, the same,” the inner mother who can not be lied to. Yes, this kind of sleeping position is exactly the same as his daughter's sleeping position. A sleeping position that looks comfortable and makes him grunt slowly. Despite realizing that beside her was a stranger, the woman still raised her hand and gently stroked Jharna's hair. “Thank you for visiting,” inner mother. His longing was a little overcome to see the behavior of foreign young girls who had habits similar to his daughter.

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“Halo Vin,” Kelvin's name that appears on his phone screen.

“Morning Jharna, have you woken up?” greet Kelvin with a slightly dull voice.

“Eeemmmhh. This just woke up,” said Jharna while wriggling favors. Kelvin smiled a little over there, hearing Jharna's voice that was quite adorable with his unique habits.

“You again where is Vin? How tired is it?” Jharna immediately got up and sat down in his place.

“Magainst sports at sport centre. In this hotel there is a sport center,” I Kelvin who is running on a treadmill.

“You're not going to stay at Amilny's house?” Jharna remembers very well that this man said he would stay at Bobby and Amilny's house.

“No, I don't want to bother them. They're again there's a program,” little Kelvin smiles at the end of his sentence. He slowed down his treadmill before descending and taking a towel to wipe his sweat.

“What program? Any events emang?” Jharna was quite curious.

Kelvin did not answer, he drank water first to quench his thirst. “Second child program,” says the smiling boy at the end of his sentence.

“Ooohhh,” Jharna immediately clenched his mouth, ashamed of himself hearing Kelvin's reply.

“Where's mom? Have you met?” the man asked again.

“Hem, already. He is healthy, I am very happy to meet him.” Jharna spoke while whispering.

“Emh, she is near you huh?” Kelvin seems to understand.

“Iya, again cook. Last night I slept with my mother,” from her slow voice Kelvin could hear that she was very happy.

“Yes, enjoy your time there. Let me know if you want to go home. Keep Health yes,” order Kelvin. He did not want to interfere with Jharna's time with his mother.

“Still Vin, see you again,” timpal Jharna before then ending his call. It's quite a relief for Kelvin. From Jharna's sentence he could confirm that the woman would return to his side.

“I miss you,” muttered Kelvin. Unfortunately, the call was cut off first. He had to be patient while waiting for Jharna to come home.

In his place, Jharna's stomach was heard rumbling when he smelled the smell of the mother's cooking. He immediately ran to the kitchen to meet the woman. “Mother makes steamed catfish huh Mom? Pake a lot of basil leaves is not Bu?” ask the woman unconsciously.

The mother immediately turned her head, it was clear that she was shocked to hear Jharna's question. Moreover, the voice and the way of asking them are the same, there is no difference in the slightest. Jharna was aware of what he was doing. The habit of an Andjani who immediately rushed to hug his mother from behind and put his chin on the shoulder of the mother, just as he did.

The mother did not answer, she just sobbed. Jharna confused himself to see his mother who then cried while pounding her chest tight. Short of hoping that the voice and the treatment really belonged to his daughter.

Jharna was confused, I don't know what he should do now. He let go of his embrace and stared at the mother with a feeling of uncertainty. How to comfort the mother? How to explain that his resemblance to an Andjani is a coincidence? Will his mother believe it? Isn't it too bad to be like that to her own mother? All those questions revolved around Jharna's head.

“Bu,” call Jharna in a trembling voice. He saw the mother trembling with tears that he tried to shake with his trembling hands. At that time, Jharna chose to embrace her mother. Tight, so tight that their heart sounds intertwine.

“Do you believe I said I was Andjani?” finally, that question was what Jharna revealed. He could no longer lie and hide his identity.

The mother immediately nodded and hugged Jharna back. How could he not believe it, while this woman was very similar to her daughter. His heart was linked from the first time he saw this woman standing before him. He had not even mentioned the name of the child, but this woman called the name in the same way and voice.

“Maafin Jani Bu, Jani has confused my mother. Jani has made mom wait,” said Jharna with a broken cry. The mother could only cry, she rubbed Jharna's bronze bronze gently and her embrace tightened. The two people who love each other eventually meet at the right time.

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