The old lady couldn't do anything. Except for letting Mr. Angga lock up Rachel. For Mr. Angga, Rahel's attitude has exceeded the limit of reasonableness.
"Just leave him there!" said Mr. Angga taking off the coat he was wearing and then giving it to the old lady who had been waiting for him with a sad face. Surely the woman was thinking about Rachel, her only daughter.
"Aren't you being too strict? Rachel is a grown man. So it's only natural that she feels in love, and...!"
The script that was already in the Old Lady's throat was swallowed again when Mr. Anga gave him a sharp look.
"I know what's best for Rachel!" said Tuan Angga, narrowing his net.
"See, because you always spoil Rahel. The child has become brave, and difficult to manage," scolded Mr. Angga in an annoyed tone.
The old lady just sat quietly on the edge of the bed. While hugging Mr. Angga's coat with a broken feeling.
