
After the death of Lingga, Galuh also prepared to go to school. Today there are only activities to take care of diplomas and others.
Galuh saw the mother who was only dumbstruck staring at the garden that surrounded their small house.
"Mom, I'm resting inside huh? Galuh to go to school!", Galuh.
"Your vehicle has no Luh." Galuh smile.
"Without Ma'am, Galuh can ask to pick up Galuh's friend on the highway."
"But from here to the highway far away boy!", She swiped her son's head with affection.
"Ngga anything ma'am. Galuh to school also just want to take care of graduation letters. Not to learn!"
Just shed her tears. She felt sorry for her only daughter who had to feel this bitter in her young age. Sekar decided not to return to the factory where he worked all this time after Galuh's father died.
In fact, many fellow workers do not like Sekar. It's just, Sekar didn't think much of it. He focused on earning money to support his only daughter.
"Mom, Galuh will work after this. It's time to rest and be home."
"Mother is still strong Luh. Not that old!", She covered her smile.
"Excuse me!", the voice of the adult man shocked the pair of mother and child. Sekar's eyes were rounded staring at the figure before him.
"You want to come here huh? What do you want?", Seems hysterical looking at the man who just said hello.
"Mother! Mother why?", Galuh tried to calm her mother.
The man looked shocked to see the little girl who called Sekar, mother.
"Go! Don't bother us!", shouted Sekar.
That man, who was none other than Glen backtracked his steps.
"Mother, calm Mom!", Galuh returned his mother's embrace.
"He's.he's a bad guy Luh! He made a dirty mother! Don't get close to that bad guy Luh! Watch out! Don't go near my son!", cried Sekar.
Galuh realized that his mother was in a hurry let alone see the figure of the man who had abused him yesterday.
"Sekar.pardon me.!" said Glen, approaching the mother and the child who were hugging each other.
"Go away, away from us. Don't go near my son!", She's getting her arms tightened.
"Om, what's the culprit?", asked Galuh staring at Glen with teary eyes. Sekar himself had sunk his head into Galuh's shoulder while sobbing.
Glen looked at the two women with a guilty feeling. Really, he had no intention of harassing Sekar. Because his friends' games that make him drunk make Sekar a victim of their game.
"Sorry...! I..I will take responsibility!", said Glen.
"Go! Get you out of here! Go!", scream Sekar.
"Mother..!", Galuh tightened his embrace on the princess.
"Om, you better go first. My mother needs calm. I appreciate the responsibility!", Galuh said.
By force, Glen left them both behind. But before that, Glen gave her an envelope with money.
"I don't mean pay your mother. But.om just wants to help you guys."
"I don't want to take the money. I'm not Pela**!", cried Sekar. He could only close his eyes. His mother could no longer calm down.
"Go away om. And bring the money. We are poor! But we have pride!", Galuh said.
Glen looked at the two beautiful women hearing a guilty and regretful look. If only the curse game with his friends never happened.
Glen left the mother and child. He returned to his parked car quite far from the house.
Arggghhhh!
Glen yelled at the steering wheel to vent his emotions. He was really confused at the moment. Three days later, she married Helena. The woman who was married by her parents.
Although there was no love between Glen and Helena, Glen still felt that he had betrayed Helena. Because he agreed to the match. If Sekar wanted Glen to take responsibility, he might cancel the wedding plans.
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Lingga had arrived at the luxurious residence of his parents. His body was tired all morning until noon driving his own car.
"Pa. I'm tired. Can't you fight?", asked Lingga songong.
"Don't be rude ya Ga!", Arya pulled the jacket that Lingga acquaintance.
"Father!"
A mature woman pulls Arya's hand that tightly grips her son's jacket.
"Let Lingga rest first pa. We can talk later!", said Gita, mama Lingga.
"You went into Ga's room. Clean first. If you have rest, meet us at dinner!", Gita told Lingga.
"Mama always defended that boy!", said Arya annoyed. Linga took a deep breath and then stepped her foot into the room that she had not lived in for a long time.
In the throw backpack contains clothes that are already irregular. He grabbed his towel and went into the bathroom.
The phallus chooses to splash its head under the shower. Muffling all his emotions. Actually he was lazy to go home to this luxurious house. But he can't act on his own either.
A stream of water washed down his entire body. Since yesterday afternoon, he had not taken a shower at all. The phallus closed his eyes. Remembering the events of yesterday that made him a husband from Galuh.
Suddenly he remembered Galuh, his wife. The petite and innocent girl, who dared to reply to his every remark when the hit incident hit. How's that wreckage vehicle? What if he needs to travel? His humanity side is tingling. Actually from the beginning he realized, he who was guilty had hit the motorbike butut Galuh. It's just that his prestige is too high. What he faced was a little girl.
That impromptu marriage changed her psychic condition. If at the beginning he was arrogant, but seeing the good side of Galuh who served him well his heart felt guilty.
He who the people are, only gave him thirty thousand dollars. There was no face at all in front of Galuh and his mother! But what do you want in words?
After cleaning himself and getting dressed, Lingga lay down on his comfortable bed. His body was stretched out but his mind glared far away. Remember last night he slept on a hard bed. Can't bear to see Galuh sleeping on the sofa, he relented to replace his sleeping position there.
The eyes of the phallus are open. His luxurious life has been inversely proportional to that very simple Galuh. Shouldn't she be thankful for what she has now???
Tok....
"Den, the lady called for dinner!" said Bibik.
"Yes!", Linga only said that. With a lazy Lingga out of his room. He climbed the stairs and walked to the dining table. Mama papa is already sitting there, and Aunt Helena's sister Mama was waiting there.
"Night Ma, Pa, Auntie!", what a Lingga on them all.
"Night Ga. Have you ever pretended to join another rich KKN student?",ledek Helena. Aunt Lingga whose age is only seven years different from her.
The phallus just smiled in response to the tantamount stain.
"Eat, after this papa wants to talk!", said Arya.
Dinner was silent. If people out there think the Arya Saputra family is a harmonious family, it is all a big mistake. In the Aryan family, everything has to be what Arya wants it to be.
Here are the four of them. Helen, Aunt of Lingga is staying at her sister's house. The girl will soon be married to the man her parents betrothed. And Gita, the only sister Helen has. Hence, he felt at home if he stayed at the Aryan residence.
"From you supporting KKN like other students, mending you take S2 in Canada. Continue our company there, accompany your brother Puja there. Learn to take care of the company. Don't just keep messing around."
"Pa, you know I want to teach Pa."
"Do not support being a teacher as a lecturer, how much is the salary? I know you're in papa's business. It's clear what he earns."
"But Pa..."
"Ga, follow what your papa said. This is all for your good too!", said Gita.
The phallus squeezed both his hands. Wanted to fight but was disrespectful.
Helena patted his nephew on the shoulder. Linga looked at him.
"Ga, said your father! They just hope for the best for you in the future" said Helen to calm him down.
"I'm not Aunt Helen who accepts whatever Papa's orders and at this family dictation. I also want to make a decision, have a choice to live my life."
Lingga knows if the Tantenya just resigned when betrothed by Lingga's grandparents. But Aunt Helen couldn't resist what grandpa and grandma arranged for her.
"Dragon speak ye Lingga?", Arya rose from her seat and stood slapping Lingga. Linga was only able to wipe the former slap of his papa. Mama and her aunt can't defend her because they're afraid of papa.
"After your aunt's wedding, you must leave for Canada!", Arya said. After that, he left the family room that is still inhabited by Lingga with his mother and aunt.
Gita approached her youngest son, then embraced affectionately.
"Darling, listen to papa. Follow all papa's will! This is for your good!", said Gita.
Linga was silent. If outside he looks arrogant, at home his parents he is just a child who must obey what his parents say.