The most precious person in this life is love. A woman who was no longer young approached a child who had grown up, not even more, but had already passed maturity. The figure of an adult man named Jebran did not greet his own mother in a friendly manner.
And I, I just watched this happening right in my eyes. I wanted to call his mother, but couldn't fight the emotion behind Jebran's eyes. The beautiful woman came back and closed the door slowly. I saw Jebran holding the gift his mother gave him.
"Hey, why did you just let your mother go?!" I snapped at Jebran.
I hit his shoulder hard.
thump!
I followed the mother who was almost wailing in front of me. I left Jebran who didn't fight back from me.
boom!
The sound of the door closing tightly with my annoyance. I chased the woman who was almost away from the street room towards the parking lot.
"Aunt!" I shouted.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
My pace was so fast, and finally I was running to chase the innocent woman. He turned and turned to face me.
"Hah, hah!" I gasped for breath while chasing Jebran's mother.
I held the arm of the aunt—Jebran's mother gently. "Let me walk you forward," I offered.
He smiled, "Thank you, son!"
Jebran noticed that I and his mother had left his house. The gaze was so languid, he forced himself to turn around and go back.
However, I was still with her mother heading to the front yard. Our journey was still silent, I occasionally glanced at Jebran's mother looking sad. I could tell from his expression that he must have missed his son.
"Ehem," I cleared my throat.
He looked up as he walked. "Hey, sorry auntie for bothering you."
"Oh," I said.
"Oh, no problem. He's actually my boss, Auntie. Are you all right?" I asked hesitantly.
He nodded slowly in a way that might feel narrow and a little slow. I followed her steps and watched her every move.
"Auntie, can I ask you something?" Suddenly my mind was confused because Jebran's expression was so flat.
I saw him raise his gaze, then stop. I saw him take a deep breath, "Hemm ... Huuuftt!" Then blow it.
I tilted my head trying to read the look on his face. He turned to me, "mother has a fault she can't forgive."
"Actually auntie can't tell anyone, but aunty sees you very well!"
I slowly pulled my aunt's hand, "Then come with me!"
He was carried away by my tug which tried to carry him away from there. From that luxury apartment. We looked for a comfortable garden from there, and I invited her mother to sit and relax.
We ended up sitting next to each other.
"Auntie, I don't insist on getting stories from Aunt, but I hope Aunt and Jebran can maintain a good relationship," I said.
I smiled as I squeezed his mother's hand. Painting my face would probably calm him down. He replied, "I wish I had a son as good as you, son!" hope.
Suddenly the shame broke through the walls of my cheeks, until the red blush seemed to just widen. I lowered my eyes in shame.
"I always see you on television," he said.
"Ah... really? I'm really embarrassed!" I covered my face, and opened it slightly to peek at him once in a while.
"Ha ha ha." Suddenly my laughter boomed the atmosphere that seemed so cold and sad. I managed to warm the heart of a mother who looks sad.
"Auntie thinks you are very arrogant, but it's not like that. On the contrary, Jebran is very lucky to have you," his mother said.
Suddenly my heart beats in reminiscence.
Deg!
Deg!
Deg!
I stopped and flattened my face.
"Hahaha," he chuckled.
This time, it was his mother who laughed dryly in front of me. Wow! We seem to have known each other for more than a few months. It was as if everything happened so quickly and so unexpectedly. The wind blew through my strands of long hair.
He smoothed my hair and said, "Your mother must be proud to have a child like you!" he praised again.
"Ah ... Auntie don't embarrass me," I groaned covering my face.
We even laughed and shared jokes in the late afternoon. The long time finally ended in a situation that greeted my heart a little more comfortably. I am happy to meet this very friendly female figure of my mother's age. I thought she was a picky woman, but she wasn't.
Appearance looks simple, not too tacky, polite and neat impression. I was also curious about the life of Jebran and his family. Now I will quickly study people's lives.
I am a reporter who will be ready to interview people and learn more about them.
Yes!
***
Time, 16:00 WIB. 17:39 WIB. The sun finally descended slowly behind the western horizon. The orange sun slowly hides and is shy to disappear. The orange color makes me miss.
The sunny afternoon was about to disappear. Tonight, is tomorrow's story. I returned with the news to my mother.
"Mom," I called into the kitchen.
"What is it?" he asked as he cleared away the dirty dishes.
"Want me to help?" I offer.
"Ah, it's you! If you want to help, just go ahead," my mother complained.
"Okay, okay!" I immediately put on rubber gloves to help mom wash the dirty dishes. I smiled and suddenly said, "Did you know that Dilan was in the hospital?" I said.
"What?!"
"Why?!" my mother shrieked, stopping her work.
"He was shot," I said.
"What?!" my mother said.
"When?"
"Where?"
"Why?" Wow! I heard my mother wonder as much as I did in front of people. I raised both my hands.
"Because of dad, all because of dad!" I said closing my eyes.
"Hah!!!" shouted my mother flexing her body.
I glanced at my mother with a lowered gaze. "Mother," I moaned.
"Father wants to do something to us, he lures Dilan by using Riffat as bait," I said.
My mother gasped, her chest gasping for breath. His eyes were wide open, his cheeks a little pale white.
"Never meet your father!" stop my mother.
"Mother," she whispered.
"Where is Dilan's older sister?" I spontaneously started it.
"Aaaah!!" my mother shouted.
"Never say that, Emira!" My mother covered her ears and avoided me.
I was surprised because my mother's behavior was a bit strange than usual. My mother sat down pressing her chest. Her tears just fell. I slowly removed the rubber gloves, then approached my mother.
I saw my mother cry. His parry roared like the rustle of the waves in the open ocean. I immediately hugged my mother tightly.
"Mother, I'm sorry...." I lowered my voice.
I patted my mother's back gently. "Mother, tell me!"
"What made mom like this," I moaned.
"I remember the incident ... sob ... mother was very sick! I married a crazy man!" he groaned. Her soft tone pierced my heart, how difficult it is to experience such a thing.
I held back the tears that were about to fall from my eyes.
I couldn't take it anymore, the water was still dripping slowly. We drifted into the story of the dark past.
Really painful!
In my heart I muttered. "I will end father with my own hands, Mother." Those words seemed to kill my own father.
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