Behind my In-laws silence
Chapter 66 The beggar is my son
It's been a week of my efforts to go smoothly, all the visitors came to each other, where I made again the theme of the rice stalls that look a little elite.
To the point where the days are increasing, making my income more and more, the usual day only to accelerate 10 million has now reached 40 to 50 million, he said, because indeed the rice stall I built with Pak Galih is so spacious, various kinds of Sundanese dishes are lined up.
As much as possible make the visitors comfortable with a cool atmosphere. The visitors who arrive are mostly factory workers and building projects.
As the owner of the rice stall I built, I told the servants to keep serving visitors despite their circumstances.
And do not forget to tell them, if there is a beggar, give a pack of rice with side dishes. In every profit I share the results with Mr. Galih, because it has become an agreement from the beginning when starting a business.
The car that Mr. Galih bought, is not entirely mine, because I tried to install the car.
Slowly at all times, Mr. Galih always taught me how to drive a car. Although completely I can not alone bring the red-lighted car.
There's only one thing I don't understand about this guy named Galih, he always has time with me. Doesn't he work. Or is he a big businessman who only relies on men?
So his job can be in hendel, every time I need it, he never refuses like there is no busyness in his duani to work.
Oh yes, now I have not relied on my sister Indah because of the money from the inheritance I have, I use it to build a house that might look luxurious. I gave Lulu completely to Baby Sister, because now I can teach employees and also the servants at home.
I did not expect after there was a storm that blocked, now comes a fresh wind that makes the body happy. And make the soul calm.
I managed to become a career woman, in a fairly short time.
After a week, I miss Radit. Mas Raka hasn't turned Radit back on me
And as for Daniel's case, Deni hasn't come with Adam to the house I showed them the address. Though I have released Ms. Sumyati, from the mental hospital.
Just about to step up to look into the kitchen, one of the little kids came up to me.
His clothes were so shabby, with his dirty appearance.
"Mom, I'm hungry."
The voice was like a stranger in my ear, now I see the look of a face covered with a hat. To where." Radit, son. Why are you a beggar like this."
I hugged Radit tightly, my heart breaking. Though I just thought about my second child who was taken by Mas Raka.
"Son.why don't you ask to go back to Papah?"
Radit was crying, drowning me. " Yes, if you're not ready to talk, let's eat first. Mama get you good food, your favorite."
Radit nodded his head with both eyes wet full of tears, his body that I treated to look contained now become thin dry, his cheeks camby now look thin.
"Radit sorryin maamah ya. Mamah is too busy taking care of mamah business, so mamah can't pick you up."
I told my son to sit in a chair, giving his favorite food, Radit greedily ate all the rice and side dishes on the plate, which I deliberately gave a large portion.
This heart does not expect if Radit, eating all the rice and side dishes without any residue, just a clean plate without seeds and bone marks from side dishes.
Radit rubbed his stomach which might have been puffed up, for eating too much, he said to me with the tip of the lips they were smiling at.
"Radit's full, mah. The food's good."
The right hand now takes off the hat that covers my son's hair. Made me round my eyes, when the hat came off my son's head.
"Why is your haircut so like this?"
I asked where my son looked down, there was sadness implied by the look on his face, sadness that I did not understand yet.
My hands began to grab the little boy's chin with his tiny lips, raising slowly, making our gazes collide together.
I made Radit look at my face, where both eyes kept looking down as if powerless with what he was going through while inside Mas Raka's house.
"Radit dear, try to say the same mama. Why are you begging and your dress is like this? Did you tell you to do all this?"
I try not to press the question on this little boy in front of me, he looks scared if he says honesty, sometimes his eyes interpret full of doubt.
I who could not wait long, with Radit's answer, now hold his shoulder by asking with tenderness. Because I don't want to make a mistake for the second time like yesterday.
As much as possible try to calm down and, give a sense of comfort if Radit is with me, so slowly he says honesty.
"Come on, baby. Quickly tell mamah, you do not have to fear darling, mamah will not scold you. I'm so sorry about Radit."
Memento and seduction, as well as my soft words, make Radit now slowly open his mouth and answer every question I give him.
"Actually Radit did this pseudo, because he memamg Radit who wants, mah."
I nodded my forehead, an answer that did not satisfy me, to where I asked back.
"Why Radit did all this, begging and dressing dirty. No papah, papah doesn't know about this."
Radit shook his head and replied." Papah doesn't know about this, mah. Mamah don't tell papah that you'll tell Radit later in the jewel."
I began to gently rub my son's haircut that was irregular." Then what reason did Radit do all this?"
" When Radit was at Grandma's and Papah's house, they were so busy with their activities, whenever Radit wanted to eat, at the dinner table there was never any food left over, Aunt Ajeng never cared about Radit, when Radit starved, Aunt Ajeng even told Radit to cook himself. While Grandma always goes to chat with the neighbors."
I heard my second son's story was so sad, Mas Raka took Radit to his mother's house not to take care of it well, but just abandoned it.
Really crazy family.
I saw Radit sounding his right hand, making me hold and say, "look at me."
Radit shook his head not wanting to if I saw the wound on his hand.