Young Girl For Mr. Duda

Pilgrimed

This afternoon Alisha intends to visit Elena's grave, it has been a long time since she visited the tomb of her daughter-in-law. Since settling in New York, Alisha has rarely made pilgrimages to Elena's tomb as well as Thofid. However, for today the woman goes alone, because her husband is on a business trip out of town. Accompanied by the driver, Alisha went to Elena's grave, while Darren had left for the office since morning.

After a journey of approximately forty-five minutes, the woman finally arrived at the final resting place of the son-in-law. The mood of grief was very clear, even though Elena had been gone for quite a long time. However, the sense of loss is still imprinted in the lives of the Gautama family. Elena seemed to have a place of her own for the family.

Alisha crouched down in front of Elena's grave, her hands outstretched rubbing the daughter-in-law's tombstone. A drop of the clear circle finally fell as well, the woman was already unable to contain her feelings of sadness. He really misses Elena who always gives a smile to anyone. He misses all the behavior of his favorite daughter-in-law. Even if Darren gets married again, Elena will still have a special room in her family.

"Hi, Pretty. Sorry, Mother just to meet you, Mother misses very much with you, dear. The pain you feel is not, is it? You knew? Darren still loves you, he's not even married again until now. Mother is afraid, when Mother leaves later she will be lonely. Isn't Cellyn getting married later? Mommy doesn't want her to be lonely," fights Alisha while continuing to wipe Elena's tombstone.

The woman looked up trying to ward off her tears that were about to fall. She did not want to cry in front of Elena's grave, she had promised not to cry if she made a pilgrimage to her daughter-in-law's grave. Alisha doesn't want to break her promise to Elena.

His mind suddenly remembered Nata, the beautiful Secretary figure of his son. She felt her son's secretary was harboring a sense of belonging to Darren. He could see Nata's eyes staring at his son.

If it is true, send it all out, Lord, inner Alisha in the heart.

"Mother go home first huh? Cellyn is returning from the hospital. Mom comes here again sometime. I love you and I miss you so bad, dear."

Alisha moved her feet away from the cemetery. He immediately walked to his car, he could see the driver was waiting for him. Alisha got into the car after the driver opened the door for her.

In the middle of the journey suddenly their car stopped. That certainly made Alisha confused. He looked at the driver as if asking for an answer.

"Why, Sir?" ask Alisha.

He looked back. "It's like a strike, ma'am," said the driver. "Mrs wait in the car, let me check" he continued.

Alisha who heard that nodded disapprovingly. He got out of the car and saw the driver checking his tires. He let out a rough sigh, can he make sure his car tires are leaking.

"Yes, sir?"

"Yes, New. With nails," replied the driver while paying attention to the tires of his superior car.

Alisha just wanted to contact Darren, but a motor matic stopped right in front of her. The woman's eyebrows are fused, she looks foreign to the motor matic. However, he felt familiar with the posture of the motorbike. Alisha rounded her mouth when she found out who the figure behind the pink helmet was.

"Loh Nata?" chirps Alisha.

Nata, the woman tidied her hair and then got off her motorbike. He watched the mother of his superior reluctantly. Nata who happened to want to return to his office actually accidentally saw his superior mother.

"Mom's car deflated, huh?" tanya Nata answered a nod by Alisha.

Nata nodded in understanding, he looked at the driver who was changing tires. "Mom want me to take me to my destination? But use the motor," bargained Nata.

"Don't take your nicotine?" Alisha shook her head slowly hearing that. "Yes, I can" continued Alisha.

Motor butut gini at least never broke let alone flat tires, Nata said in his heart.

"Sir Joko I went home with Nata yes. After everything is done, you go straight home, yes" Alisha said.

...***...

"Wuih, the more beautiful the Sekar," said a man who actually got a punch on his back.

"Cih the crocodile base," quipped the other man.

"If not a crocodile is not Leon's name," taunted one other man.

Sekar who heard that chuckled amusedly. The woman sat herself before three handsome men who had become her friends. Of course you know who the three handsome men Sekar meant. Yeah, they're Leon, Refan, and Devan. The three decided to meet at one of the luxury restaurants in Jakarta.

Because of their respective busyness, the three very rarely have time together. Even now Darren can't attend the reunion. The man with one child was busy with his big project. Nata even has to work more because of the project Darren is building.

"It's getting busy, Kar?" ask Leon.

"Busy duda bangkotan menggelupain he did," sneered Devan.

Sekar who heard that looked at Devan sharply. "Diem, man! Take care of your wife who asked for divorce," Sisi Sekar.

Refan who saw it chose to drink the juice that he just ordered. No wonder, Sekar and Devan did not get along long ago. But they love each other in their own way. Not infrequently they help when one of them is in trouble.

"Just like Devan, Kar." Refan said while eating fried potatoes belonging to Leon made the man sniff cynically.

"It's not that easy to lose feelings for him. Whatever it is, I'm not gonna make Darren for my love. I just want Darren back in the kayak first, he's the one who cares for me. Darren's not cool with me. I just want it," said Sekar with his head bowed.

"Lo Utarain feeling is a sign that you must be ready for risk, Kar," said Leon.

"Leon, really, Kar. Darren seems to like Nata, ", Refan added.

"Udah, a lot of guys are not just the widower of the bangkotan," said Devan.

"You're a widower, don't say much!"

...***...

In a European-style house, two middle-aged people were talking about something serious. It was clearly visible in their faces. However, there was a look of sadness emanating from the middle-aged woman. They are a couple who live in luxury, though not as luxurious as the Gautama family. They are even quite famous among business people.

"It's your fault. If you don't force your will, our daughter won't run away from home!" hardik the man got up from his seat.

The woman lowered her head. "I know I was wrong, Mom. I want our daughter back, I miss her Mas hiks ..," she admitted with tears soaking her cheeks.

The man breathed deeply. He pulled his wife into his arms, gently rubbing her back. "Sttc ... I'm sorry that you're wrong. Calm down huh? I've asked Mas's men to look for the whereabouts of our son."