
I opened the phone, hoping that my emotions could be as stable, so that I could face Mas Raka in courage.
"Fight Anna, let's fight. Mas Raka is not a man you have to defend."
Convincing heart, and at that moment I started staring at the phone screen.
New number?
I don't know whose number this is? I just got a new number on my phone this time, because on my phone there are only two numbers that I keep. Kak Indah and Mas Raka.
(Asslamualaikum, Anna. Have you slept?)
Curiosity started haunting me, retort or not?
because I was curious, that's when I started typing a car on my phone.
(Walaikumsalam, who is this?)
(This is my Galih!)
Galih, the widower who yesterday gave me land and a house, what did he send me?
(Yes, Mr. Galih. What's up?)
(I just want to work with you! said you want to open a rice shop business?)
Mm, how did he know? Padahalkan just now I .. tell brother.
Rich brother tell my number to Mr. Galih, as well as the effort that I will live.
What did I answer? Honestly, this is a good opportunity for me, if it's not taken, baby. It's just that Mr. Galih is a man, if I cooperate with men, the effect will be slander.
(Let me think about it, sir)
(Yes, if later you change your mind just call me. I'll put funds into your efforts and give you a place.)
Waw, how surprised I was after seeing a reply from Mr. Galih, just wanted to moan a business, there are already people who want to plant funds and give a place of business. Though yesterday he gave the land and also the house with the reason of return to the late father first. Where you used to help him, when he was difficult.
That's also I heard the story from Kak Indah, and then I don't want to know anymore.
After leaving the house, my mother-in-law. I was given a great opportunity, which kept coming.
"Radit wait mamah success, after mamah success, mamah will take over your custody."
I clasped my old cell phone tightly, hoping for the magic to come. So that there is no pain that I feel in every remaining part of my life.
I looked towards Farhan, gently stroked his head and said, "you are blessed mama son, though you were not born in the womb of mama. But you're still a mama's son forever."
Lulu slept so well, after waking up wanting to suckle.
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The time has been shown at 04:30, the time as Muslims perform prayer shabuh.
Every hour, at the house of in-laws. I've been served with laundry piled up plus the fussy Lulu.
But now, I just wake up and clean up my sister's house which is neat.
Make breakfast simple, just fried rice.
While Kak Indah does not usually eat breakfast, he always has a breakfast of bread with his favorite peanut butter.
At the dining table.
"Where, Anna. Have you agreed to cooperate with Mr. Galih? That cool and handsome widower isn't like Raka!"
I frowned, started to sit down and take the fried rice for my breakfast with Farhan.
"I thought first, brother."
"Mm, just agree. What do you think again, this is a golden opportunity for you, An."
"But he's a widower, what do people say."
The plate that was beside Kak Indah arrived was accidentally knocked over by him.
"Sorry, Anna, this isn't part of acting. Then go on, ready for action."
Kak Indah stared intently at my face, his eyes unblinking, displaying seriousness.
"Anna, you're still thinking about what people say. Come on, An, business is business. Love is love, relationships are relationships. Not to be confused. Must be professional."
What is said Kak Indah right, I have to be professional, do not listen too much to the word people. Whatever the case, the most important thing is not to lose people.
"Have you thought again, what did your brother say?"
I nodded my head as Indah advised me not to think too much about what people said.
"Now, yeah. An, that person will always comment about our lives, want to be right, want to be wrong. Whatever they're commenting on, so. Life in the world will not be calm, because there will always be people who comment. And blaspheming. So forget about it, now you focus on your current goals. Understood."
I listened carefully to the words of Kak Indah, a motivation for me, so as not to think too much about what people say behind or in front of me.
Kak Indah now began to stand, after finishing eating his sarapanya, he took a bag to go to work.
Kak Indah, is an independent woman. As long as he was betrayed there was no more sadness on the look on his face, he looked happier.
"Yes already, An. Brother go to work first, you don't go where. Brother is afraid later, Raka the kere came to bring Lulu and even sneered at your mother's house to be made a babu."
"Yes, brother. Farhan and I will stay home, going nowhere."
"Good then."
Kak Indah now stepped up to immediately go to work, riding his motorcycle.
Farhan and I, waved when Kak Indah launched his motorcycle.
We both went straight into the house.
I who usually busy, can now relax, while thinking about the design of the restaurant, to make it look attractive and comfortable.
While Farhan was cool, playing with Lulu, even though my heart still hurt, thinking about Radit who was not beside me.
Gts .... Gts .... Gts ....
The knock on the door was so loud it sounded, making these ears hurt. Who would dare knock on the door so hard?
Stepping a peek into the bedroom window, it turned out to be Mas Raka and Mother. And I saw the bule so that's coming along too.
Why did he participate. Radit, I saw Radit being held by Ajeng.
"Oh Allah, Radit. My son."
Radit's body looks very thin, both eyes are swollen red, he's like depressed because there is no me.
Radit's so unkempt, it makes me unbearable.
"Anna, get out of you."
The door slingshot is now heard again, making me try to fight this tremor of fear in my body.
"Anna, I want to take Lulu right now. You heard no."
Mother's screams fluttered in the ears.
"Mom, ma'am, this is Radit, Radit's kangen is mama."
Radit, that's my second son's voice, that's sweet, and weak. Radit are you sick, son.
Farhan approached and asked?" Mah, that's Radit's voice."
"Yes Farhan, you know."
"We're facing them, mah. We saved Radit from grandma and papah."
Can I fight them again?