Will Not Be Substituted

Chapter 10

“Lo want to race?” Abhimanyu asked after opening his helmet.

Caca. He moved to put his helmet on a special rack available in the garage.

“Who is racing? I ride a motorcycle every day. I'm an anti-mellet human,” replied Caca. The girl stepped inside the house.

Only shaking his head could Abhimanyu do after hearing the girl's statement. How could the daughter of such a famous doctor so gently have a character that was quite a lot different from her mother?.

However, there was one more thing that made Abhimanyu astonished. Where did Caca get home from last night. He was sure he saw the girl drop out of his class when it was late afternoon.

Why do I want to be with a girl. Most also hang out together, muttered Abhimanyu. He rushed to follow Caca who had already entered the house.

**

“What cooking, Bun?”

“See for yourself times, Bi. You are a very habit of asking what cook,” said Nabila. He wiped his wet hands after washing the dishes.

“Yes, if it doesn't feel like it's anything less, Bun,” reply the man. He took a plate, bent the rice and put some of the mother's dishes on the plate.

“You didn't wait for Caca first?”

Abhimanyu undoes his intention when he wants to put a spoon of rice into his mouth, only to answer Nabila's question.

“Ngapain awaited. He must have eaten, kok.”

Nabila. He poured water for his son, then gave it to the man.

“You can't like that, honey. Even though you married Caca not on the basis of love, after all she is still your wife. Someone you must take care of and you ayomi,” Nabila's advice to Abhimanyu.

The man looked indifferent. He just heard and continued to chew his food greedily, as if he had not eaten for a few days.

“After you shower later into dad's room, yes. I want to talk to you,” said the woman, stopping the chewing of Abhimanyu.

“Brovin what?” asked the man in wonder.

Nabila's shoulder is dedicating a sign of not knowing. After saying that, the middle-aged woman left Abhimanyu alone.

**

“Bun, there was someone who could write a book, huh?”

Caca sat down next to her mother-in-law, who was staring at the television screen.

When he entered the room, Caca saw a large cardboard box on the sofa. When he opened it turned out that it contained books that he always made references.

“Iya, he said your house driver. Earlier, you put it in your room,” replied the woman.

“Thank you, yes, Bun,” said Caca sincerely while throwing her sweet smile.

“That's a book for college?” tanya Nabila was curious.

Caca nodded. “I forgot to bring my books yesterday. Last time at the cafe I wanted to have a task that must be collected tomorrow morning. I kept asking Ata to take it, but she couldn't help it. So, ask the same driver for help,” obviously the girl.

Nabila. He asks again, but this time he explores Caca's life. Especially related to the girl who insisted on bringing her own motorbike to campus, even though she could bring one of her husband's cars.

Caca hurriedly answered her mother-in-law's question. He said that since long ago he really likes to ride his own motorbike. Until Caca decided to buy a motorcycle of his dreams and will continue to use the bike no matter the circumstances.

“You are not afraid to ride your own motorbike?” ask Nabila.

“No, dong, Bun. Kan street rame,” replied the girl joking.

Nabila. He smiled at Caca's attitude which turned out to be very easy to get along with. She used to think Caca was a shy and a little quiet girl like her mother, Orange. However, it turns out that his guess was a big mistake. The girl is inversely proportional to the orange.

“Start tomorrow you leave with Abi aja, huh? From one campus,”

Caca's eyes widened instantly. He also shook quickly. “No, no, Bun. Ride the motor by yourself aja.”

“Why?” The woman's eyes squeaked.

Scratching his non-itchy nape. Caca's eyes went around looking for the right reason.

“And my schedule with Abi is not the same. Than waiting for each other. Mending ride own motor.”

Reason being reasonable, Inner Caca laughed happily.

“Yes too, yes,” murmured Nabila.

Caca was more and more happy to see the nod of his mother-in-law's head, because he would not be questioned again.

“Daddy is busy in the workspace. Dio again the streets are the same,” replied Nabila. He moved the television channel, because his favorite talk show was almost broadcast.

The girl nodded in understanding, after feeling enough Caca say goodbye to Nabila to go to the room first. He must immediately complete the task that will be collected tomorrow morning.

Caca walked casually up the stairs that would lead him to the room. He still scans the house. It was as if he was memorizing every corner and every item attached there.

Caca's feet had reached the front door of the room. He pressed the door handle and opened it. Soon, however, he closed the door even harder, because it turned out that there was Abhimanyu who had just taken a bath and still did not wear anything other than a white towel wrapped around his waist.

“Good my eyes!” Caca rubbed his face a few times. Hoping that the shadow of the naked Abhimanyu was gone.

Caca didn't dare open that door again. He just stood there, for fear that Abhimanyu still had not worn his clothes. At the seventh minute, the door opened revealing Abhimanyu in a sleeveless black T-shirt with brown color shorts.

The man walked leisurely past Caca, without telling her to come in or asking why she had closed the door again hard enough. He clearly knows the reason.

He did not care where Abhimanyu was going. Caca rushed into his room to do the task immediately.

**

Like what Nabila told me. Abhimanyu met his father in the study. Without having to knock on the door, Abhimanyu just walked in.

“Why did Dad call me? Tumben,” asked Abhimanyu after sitting in front of his father's desk.

Arjuna glanced at a glance before saying, “Behold, I finish this first, after that we talk.”

Arjuna's son nodded. He stood up, walking through the room. He stared at the pictures hanging beautifully on the walls.

There are a lot of photos out there. Starting from the time Abhimanyu was a baby until the time he graduated yesterday.

There are also photos of his other three brothers. Like the photo of Kharris and Geriyo when they were four years old and the photo of Dio when the boy was a baby.

There is one photo where it makes Abhimanyu always muddled with guilt. He stared at the photo for so long. He was not even aware of his father's presence. The man was aghast as he felt a pat on his shoulder. He immediately rubbed the edge of his eyes that suddenly felt wet.

“You miss the same oma?” ask Arjuna. He knew where his son's eyes were looking at the photo.

Abhimanyu only smiled a little. Then turn around and sit back on the long sofa of the room. Feeling that today was quite tiring, Abhimanyu changed his position to sleep.

Following son. Arjuna did not dispute the position of Abhimanyu who was sleeping. Arjuna then immediately sat himself on the sofa that is located right on the side of Abhimanyu's head. He leaned his back to be more comfortable after removing his glasses.

“You say what, Yah?” ask Abhimanyu again.

Arjuna cleared his throat briefly and expressed his intention and purpose in calling Abhimanyu there.

**

I don't think time is rolling so fast. The clock had shown at eleven o'clock the night Abhimanyu entered his room.

There he found Caca sitting in front of the sofa with his head on the table. Two large books appeared to open next to Caca's laptop that had been extinguished. Maybe Caca has been asleep since.

Abhimanyu wanted to be indifferent to the girl. He almost threw himself on the bed before he decided to approach his wife.

A man can't be selfish with a woman. He felt he would not be a real man if he reneged on his own promise. Today is not the time for Abhimanyu to sleep in bed, because last night he slept there.

Shaking Caca's body slowly. Instead of waking up, the girl just muttered indistinctly. Abhimanyu clucked, he almost gave up waking Caca, because the girl never woke up either.

No other choice. Abhimanyu dared to lift Caca's body. She was holding the girl in bridal style. Abhimanyu's head shook his head when it turned out that Caca had not woken up at all.

“It's so heavy, lo. Most sins because of liking julid same people huh lo?” ask Abhimanyu lirih.

Finally, after walking a little restrainedly, Abhimanyu was able to lay Caca perfectly on the bed. Not to forget he raised the blanket to cover the girl's body.

For a moment Abhimanyu was silent staring fixedly at the face of his wife ayu. He remembered his conversation with his father a moment ago.

His father told Abhimanyu to start studying at the company like his older brother, Geriyo. Arjuna wanted Abhimanyu to have his own salary, because the man was married at this time. Abhimanyu must take responsibility for Caca, regardless of the reason they were married.

“Although you haven't loved Caca yet, I want you to stay in charge of her life.”

“If you don't want to be in charge of Caca, at least think of doctor Orange. Think about how that woman saved your life. Though he has the right to leave you at that time.”

“You should be able to be a good family head, Abi.”

Abhimanyu smiled obliquely. “Why am I yes-yes when I tell gig all the cost of living lo?”

After saying that, he moved from where he stood. He opened the sofa wider, because the sofa did have a fairly sophisticated design. So that Abhimanyu can stay comfortable even though sleeping on the sofa.

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