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First Day of the Gathering

Everyone can guess who Ahin is just by looking at her Wikra-like face, if told to explain then I am also confused where to start. I am currently sitting in the middle room. Ahin did not care about the surroundings, the toddler was feeding his newly removed cat from the cage.

Reina-sister Wikra accompanied the boy, looking affectionate and pitying. While Om and Aunt were looking at me while continuing to sigh heavily. I can only squeeze the fingers with my head down.

You could say I was shameless, had left without informing and only gave farewell via a short message. And then disappeared for 4 years. They suddenly reappeared with their grandchildren.

"If you know you will suffer like this, from the beginning Om will not mate you with that brash child."

"Hurry up Wikra's phone and tell her to come home, Pa!"

Om puffed up his chest, his breath stuck there. He confirmed the sitting position before picking up the phone.

In the past, I always protected Wikra and said that our relationship was fine. I'm afraid Wikra is mad at me if her parents scold her. Now, Wikra is nobody to me. I'm not telling lies to protect Wikra anymore.

"Hurry home now!" Shouted Om after hearing Wikra's rejection.

Aunty's cell phone, her hands clenched. "If you still want to see Mama alive, go home now!"

Hearing from their conversation, Wikra is now in an important meeting. Must be left for my arrival and Ahin. After all, this matter must be resolved immediately so that I can talk about my illness and leave Ahin.

"Where have you been all this time, Fei?" ask Om.

"I live in Lampung, Om. His brother Ezhar's place."

Aunt Zara interjected, "Ezhar your friend who's the artist?"

"Yes, he who helped me at the time had no destination."

"Oh my God, you should have called us at that time."

I'm afraid, other than that Ahin won't be taken by Wikra and Yumna. I'm afraid my heart is wavering, I'm afraid to think about Wikra and hope to come back.

Steadying to step back is very heavy, stepping away from Wikra is also not an easy thing.

"Mother, maem." Ahin held her stomach. Last meal at two in the afternoon, now it's gone magrib.

"Until I forget my granddaughter who hasn't eaten" said Auntie.

Reina stood up, she brushed her hair higher. "Ce, Ahin there's no allergy, right?"

Cie cie or Cece, sister call in Mandarin. Reina has always called me with that call.

"Ahin shrimp allergy," I replied.

"Kok is exactly the same Bang Wikra, so its nature is not the same, yes" said Reina.

"Let's have dinner" said Om standing up.

Supposed to have dinner at 7, that's the family's custom. Now it's half 7. They appreciated the hungry Ahin first. The grandson who had never been seen asked to eat, where could they ignore.

"Ahin eat."

I reached out, immediately greeted Ahin who ran towards me. The first time he entered this house, Ahin looked very awkward and scared. He even took off his shoes because of the custom in the village.

I taught him not to take off his shoes when he entered the house, the boy used to respect older people. But here all the servants bowed to him. Ahin did not know how to behave to the waiter.

"Ahim maem, I'll give you his maem."

After praying before eating, I taught Ahin to thank the people who have served food.

"It's very exciting for my granddaughter" said Aunt Zara.

"He looks like her." Om also follow.

Reina also interjected, "the important thing is that she's not like Bang Wikra."

"Ahin if praised say what, son?" my many.

"Five nuts," he replied shyly, his feet moving under the table.

This was the first time Ahin had eaten this much, I was afraid that her stomach would explode. Want me to stop Aunt Zara who keeps putting all the side dishes into Ahin's rice.

The fun stopped when Wikra came, looking at me with a frown.

Not greeting each other, Aunt Zara approached Wikra and slapped her. Om also who stood up from the chair looked at Wikra full of anger.

"Look at that your son is grown! You betrayed Yifei who is already pregnant with your child for your woman ra han!" Shouted Aunty by pointing at Ahin.

This quarrel is not good to see Ahin, I try to turn Ahin's eyes to her cat.

"Ahin playing with Miao Miao huh?"

The boy nodded, taking the little cat that had been waiting for Ahin to eat under the table.

"Where is Wikra?! I could have an irresponsible son like you!" This time it was Om who scolded.

Wikra rubbed her scarlet cheek. He looked at me and Ahin alternately, probably understanding the situation. As arrogant as Wikra is, in front of her family she always submits.

"Let me talk to Yifei, I don't know if Yifei's divorce time is pregnant" she said.

Wikra came up to me, her eyes as sharp as an eagle. He did not ask for news or talk about seeing Ahin. He pulled my hand violently towards the side porch.

After a long time of not seeing each other, the first thing he did was hurt me.

"Sickness, release!" I threw his hand.

He was furious, his face very angry.

"I don't know what you did to my family, but please stop your charade."

"I'm not making a show, Ahin is your son."

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?!"

"Didn't I ask, and you say you'll take my son for Yumna to take care of. You think I want my flesh blood raised by your mistress?"

"Then why are you suddenly appearing? If you want to disappear with that child, just disappear! Don't go back anymore! Ah, did you run out of money and beg here? I'll give you some money, but don't show up in front of my family!"

Wikra pulled out her wallet, she took all the cash and threw it in my face. Sick? Of course, I closed the currency when the paper money hit the eye.

"Is it less? How much are you asking? I'll give it!"

My hands were clenched, all this time I'd never countered all Wikra's treatment because he was my husband. My mind always says I should be devoted to my husband. But now, he's nobody to me anymore.

Plaque!

I slapped him. His eyes looked at me dumbfounded. Didn't expect at all I would fight.

"Take your money, I don't need it."

"How dare you!"

Wikra raised her hand, about to hit me. Wikra's been rough all along, but she never actually hit me directly.

"Wikla mawal tana! Hit the Mother!" Ahin running. His little hand hit Wikra's leg.

What an ironic sight, our son witnessed the quarrel of his parents on the first day we gathered.

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