YUCIA Love Story
7. The Back Bound Rope
“I will end it all well,” he asserted while relying on what he himself willed.
“Yudha, jeez! What are you going to do?” A sixty-year-old man shouted as he found his son, who was already holding a shard in his right hand, preparing to injure his pulse.
The man immediately ran and brushed off Yudha's hand until the bell he had originally held slipped down. Yudha was quite surprised by the presence of her father who was now standing right in front of her. The man looked at Yudha using a water-holding device on the wrinkled petals.
“What are you doing? What do you want, son? Why are you doing something like this? Why are you being such a mess?” Andri Sabqi—ayah Yudha instantly pulled her son into her arms. There was a sobbing sound of the man, while Yudha seemed to lose her direction and did not return her father's embrace.
“Yudha, let's go home,” take Andri.
Yudha shook her head slowly. “I don't want to,”.
“Go home until your condition really improves. I don't want to lose you, son. Father will accompany you. You are the proud son of Dad, let's go home,” Andri stressed.
Because there was no other choice, Yudha finally fulfilled her father's wish to invite himself to return home. Sent by Dani to the parking lot, the two had a brief hug before Yudha got into his father's luxury car.
“Be careful, yes. Hopefully soon improve and you can return to the dormitory for duty again. Your departure will definitely make many members long. Therefore you must recover immediately and return if you have been called again. I'm sure the general will not punish you with a long period of termination, because he knows that you are the best member so far,” Dani said as he patted Yudha on the shoulder.
His friend nodded, “Hopefully. Earlier thank you for helping me so much so far.”
Then Yudha got into the car and saw a woman with a dark yellow camis with a black headscarf already sitting in the front seat beside the steering wheel. The woman smiled at Yudha, before she was busy looking at the device in her hand. Andri came in and sat in the steering wheel, then the wife of—Farah, looking back at her stepson who made Yudha fed up. It felt like he wanted to go downstairs and it was better to be in the hospital than to be stared at by the two eyes of the crafty woman. Yudha hated him and hated his father's wife.
“Yudha, have you improved? I am very sad as soon as I get the news that you are being treated in the hospital, even to the point of being temporarily discharged. What the hell is going on, son? You can tell Mom if you need a friend to pour out your heart, Mom is very happy if you want to share your grief with Mom,” he said after the car began to move towards their home.
“It's okay, I don't need to worry,” Yudha replied, cold.
Although his hatred for the woman was so great, but because he wanted to respect her father, he still called her mother. To hell with his heart that never admitted that the red-lipped woman was his mother, but he tried not to make the state of the house more ruined again.
“Alright, now you can rest in peace.” Farah turned her head around, and started chatting with her husband who was focusing on driving.
In the back, Yudha just looked at the street from behind the window. He hopes that his decision to follow his family is the right one. He hadn't seen them in a long time. After his father married Farah, Yudha always avoided his home. Farah's existence was disliked by Yudha.
“Who told Dad that I was in the hospital?” ask Yudha suddenly. He couldn't help himself not asking.
“Sorry,” light Yudha.
Andri nodded his head. “It's okay, everyone can make mistakes. But most importantly you must take responsibility for all the mistakes you have made,” his advice.
Yudha did not answer. Either he felt saved or honestly his plan had been thwarted by his father, but most importantly now he was close to the man.
About four hours passed, their car arrived at the spacious two-story courtyard of the house. Not much has changed, Yudha still sees this house as when her mother was still alive in it. The father went down first, opened the door and helped Yudha get out of the car.
“Be careful, Nak,” says Andri.
Yudha lowered her legs from the car slowly, and was swept away by her father, and began to walk slowly towards the house while Farah carried her bag.
“Inah, Inah! Out, Inah!” farah shouted as her feet had just climbed onto the terrace.
The middle-aged woman who was ART in the house looked out. “Yes Madam, sorry I was in the kitchen,” she replied politely.
“Bring Young master's bag to his room and prepare him room neatly. Because from today, he will again spend his days here,” he asked in a jutek tone.
“Good, mistress.”
After the maid returned, this time Yudha and her father started to enter the living room. Nothing really has changed. Three years ago Yudha came home for a short time, now she is back in this house and will spend quite a long time in it. He never thought that he would live with his stepmother for more than a month. Hoping if his punishment time would pass quickly, so that he could get out of here as soon as possible.
“Let's go to your room,” take Andri.
Yudha, who was about to enter her room next to her parents' room on the first floor, accidentally fell on a girl who seemed to have just come out of the kitchen. She is about 25 years old, with a slender body and a fair yellow skin. Her face was radiant as her eyes looked at Yudha, as if she had just met her old friend.
“Who is he?” yudha asked as she looked at the girl, cold.
“Name is Ciara Izzati, your new sister. The son of your mother, Farah,” replied Andri with great emphasis.
