After Marriage
CHAPTER 158 - Not OK

“Bu, I want to go to the Altar house yes,” said to Alana to her mother, Kiran is currently arranging flowers in a vase. Moments ago she ordered beautiful flowers from her subscription florist, Haura Florist.

“Dear love, you guys want to study together?” kiran asked, he glanced at the glance of the child who was now standing right beside him, complete with several books in hand.

“ Yes Bu,” reply Alana as is.

And Kiran nodded her head, allowing.

With a fluffy smile, Alana immediately rushed off to the Altar house. He even ran a little when he was out of his own house, running small to the Altar house next to his house.

Getting there, Alana immediately pressed the bell of the house, and before long the Altar opened it.

Seeing the Altar that opened the door, Alana's smile slowly subsided. The smile disappeared upon seeing the sad face that the Altar showed.

It seems clear, if now the Altar is not in good condition.

“Al,” call Alana slowly.

The altar did not answer, he just opened the door of his house wide and pulled Alana in. Grasping Alana's wrist and bringing this girl inside her house.

They went to the living room and sat there, sat down on the carpet and put all the books on the table.

Alana, it's a wonder to see the Altar's silence. He really wanted to ask more, what's wrong? Wh why?. But from the look on the face, Alana felt that the Altar was not wanting to be disturbed. Finally, Alana just chose silence. Not wanting to worsen the mood of the Altar.

“Where is Grand Father and Wid's mother?” alana asked, trying to break the silence and divert this awkwardness.

“Daddy accompanied mom to rest, I think now they have taken a nap,” replied Altar as is, shortly after they had lunch together, Widya's mother asked her permission to rest in the room.

At that time Altar nodded with a smile that grew, he also told the mother if Alana would come later. They will learn together.

Hearing that, Agung nodded his head enthusiastically.

Agung was even so happy and did not intend to disturb the slightest of his two children to be together.

“What book did you bring?” also asked the altar, he tried to remain calm and not dissolve in his own anxiety about the mother.

Asked like that, Kiran immediately showed her innate book, just one subject book she brought, the lesson that the Altar disliked the most, Mathematics.

“Why bring this book, others should first,” elak Altar, just read the title he already feels dizzy.

“I did deliberately want to bring this one first, I will make you like math lessons,” explained Alana confidently, she had even started to smile again

Smile, which can rub off on the Altar.

“How to?” asked the Altar, defiantly, he even looked at Alana with a look of disdain.

Stared like that, Alana poked her lips.

“Open your book first,” ketus Alana, to make the Altar chuckle.

That afternoon, they continued to study together, occasionally interspersed with light jokes that made the two chuckle softly.

Until 3 pm, Alana decided to go home, soon Ashar time arrived.

“I will take you to the front,” said Altar, while alana was cleaning her books.

“What Dad and Mom Wid have not woken up?” tanya alana also, he even turned to the right, towards where Widya's mother and Grand Father's room were, wanting to see if both parents had come out or not.

“It seems not to wake up yet, after dropping you off I will wake them.” Answer the Altar and Alana nods her head.

All the books are in order and Alana soon gets up to go home. Walk with the Altar that leads him to the front.

He pulled Alana and hugged her for a moment. Altar, it really takes a hug to calm the waves in his heart that are rumbling violently.

He even inhaled the scent of Alana's body deeply, seeking tranquility.

Alana did not return the hug, she was still confused as to why the Altar became like this. It seems clear that the two Netra Altar are so sad.

“Actually what happened?” ask Alana lirih.

“Don't say nothing, I know you're not okay,” timpal Alana again. He really wants to know.

Instead of answering, the Altar hugged Alana even more tightly. Until finally Alana returned the embrace.

“nothing, I just want to hug you,” replied Altar, he broke his own embrace, gave distance then looked at Alana with his slanted smile, a smile that made Alana so upset.

Even Alana until reflex hit the Altar's chest is quite strong.

“Detach, don't hug!” upset Alana, he then pushed the Altar and took some distance.

“Awas hugging me again,” threatened Alana, he then opened the door and soon passed from the Altar house with grumbling lips, Altar who saw him even chuckled, he said, feel funny yourself with Alana's attitude.

The altar continued to watch Alana until the future wife came out of her yard and was no longer seen.

The Altar's rarity instantly subsided, returning with his face flat, expressionless.

Later that night, Altar visits Alana's house, but she does not seek Alana, but meets Aslan's father.

Altar, already consider Aslan like his own father. He even knew Aslan as a man who was so wise in dealing with all problems. Have a calm nature and so nurturing.

Not knowing where to complain and spill his grief, the Altar finally chose Aslan's father as a place to ask, a place to pour out all his turmoil.

“Altar want to go alone with dad?” asked Aslan, when the Altar was standing right in front of his house with a sad look.

Not saying a word, the altar just nodded its head.

That night, Aslan took the Altar out in his car.

The car continued to drive slowly, driving around the city of Jakarta without any definite purpose.

“What's the son of? Is something bothering you?” asked Aslan, after a long time they just fell silent, if calculated, there might have been 10 minutes they were in this driving car.

“Dad, I want to ask one thing,” replied the Altar, with his voice starting to vibrate. With Aslan, he felt he found his place to lean, so he could no longer cover his grief.

“What Nak? What about Alana?”

Altar.

“About Wid's mother,” replied Altar, to make Aslan jerk instantly.

Agung, Widya, Kiran and Aslan have agreed to cover up Widya's disease from children. But apparently, the Altar knew it.

“Do you know if Widya's mother is sick?” ask the altar again with his eyes that began to feel hot and already glazed.

Not immediately answering, Aslan pulled over his car at a roadside rest area.

Aslan turned to look at the boy and saw the Altar that was crying.

“Mother Wid is sick, right? You know that, right?” asked the Altar again with her dashed voice, her cries began to break and felt choked.