Don't Underestimate Me
Chapter 51

"Where are you going this early in the morning Ma?", asked Arya who saw his wife was dressed neatly.

"Go!", replied Gita briefly.

"Yes knows where to go, but where to?", prevent Arya to his wife who passed him just like that. The wife seemed to breathe for a moment.

"You met my son and daughter-in-law!", said Gita.

"What's? Why do you find them again Ma?", hardik Arya.

"Well? Papa asked what?", Gita looked at her husband. Shut up, that's just Aryan's reaction.

"Mama still misses them Pa. Does one mother miss her children?", asked Gita.

"If they still consider mama, why don't they just visit mama here? They should respect us as parents!"

"Ckkk... Why are they here Pa? To papa hina? Papa underestimates? Papa demeaned their dignity? Papa don't need to be crazy respectful if papa himself can't put himself into being a parent who deserves respect!", said Gita full of emphasis.

After that, the woman who was over fifty years old left her husband in the room.

"Salimmmm!", cried Gita. Salim, the driver of the family approached the lady.

"I'm madam!"

''We go to the Lingga minimarket now!", said Gita.

"Every Madam!", said Salim who immediately rushed to the garage to heat the car first.

"Ma.mama!", call Arya. Gita looked up and turned her body.

"What's? Papa wants to prevent you from going to see your kids?"

"Since I met them, my attitude has changed! Wanna defy papa!?"

"Defy? Papa made mom like she is now! Mama's tired of always being on the bridle all this time! Not enough patience mama face papa attitude for decades? Not enough?", Gita's voice went up. She is a gentle woman.

Arya was so emotional as her wife raised her voice, it was almost as if her hand had floated into Gita's face if no one had prevented it.

"Stop Pa!!", shouted a tall man approaching Gita. Gita and Arya looked at each other.

"Well...?", the voice of the Gita trembled. His eldest son did not tell him he was going back to Indonesia.

"Worshipping? Why are you here?", asked Arya. He had already lowered his hand that was about to hit Gita.

Puja grabbed her mother's shoulder. Then stared intently at his biological father.

"Papa want to be rude with mama?", asked Puja who suddenly made Arya surprised. Arya turned her face unwilling to look at her eldest son.

Behind Puja, came a beautiful woman and also a twelve-year-old daughter who was none other than Puja's wife and child.

Vannessa, Puja's wife and Angel Puja's daughter.

"For Oma..opa.!", a typical Angel greeting with his bule voice even though he was born from both Indonesians, only he was born and raised in the country of people.

"Dear morning?!", Gita immediately hugged her granddaughter.

"How are you?", Vanes greeted his mother-in-law.

"Well baby!", replied Gita smiling.

"How are you?", asked Vanes, Arya's favorite daughter-in-law because she is from a family whose strata need not be doubted in the eyes of Arya.

"Fine Vanes!", replied Arya.

"Well, you didn't say you wanted to go home, son?", asked Gita. He took his grandson's hand to sit on the sofa. Angel according to his oma.

Gita does not want her husband to be bad in the eyes of her eldest son, trying to cover up her husband's mistakes.

"What the hell is Puja? Uh, you guys have breakfast yet? Landing at what time?", Gita tried to divert the conversation so as not to discuss about her quarrel with Arya.

"Yesterday afternoon was Oma, but we immediately stayed at a hotel near the airport. That's why we're here now!", replied Angel. She does speak quite well in Indonesian though with her bule dialect.

"Oh, so."

"Oma, where's Uncle Hans? Don't you live here?", asked Angel. Gita and Arya immediately looked at her granddaughter.

"Eum. uncle Hans does not live here dear!", replied Gita trying to smile.

"Where then?" asked Angel. The teenage girl will not stop asking questions until she gets a satisfactory answer.

"So soon, Oma called Uncle Hans' employee!" said Gita. Puja and Vanes looked at each other. They had absolutely no idea what had happened during the nearly four years that Lingga had returned to his country.

[Hallo, Nadia.I Gita, my mother Lingga. Has the phallus come to Nadia?]

[Eh, yes, Madam. If Pak Lingga seems to go directly to the cafe that wants to be renovated. But if you're Galuh, there's a mistress!]

Gita weighed for a moment.

[May you have a love to Galuh? Or...did you send the number Galuh or Lingga to me?]

Again Puja and Vanes looked at each other, why his mother to ask Lingga number to Lingga employees.

[Heummm, sorry lady. I gave you my phone first. Later after approval from them can give their mobile number, I send it to Madam Gita]

Gita breathed a heavy sigh. But soon, he heard a soft voice from someone. Who else if not his son-in-law?

[Hallo, assalamualaikum Mama?]

[Wa..wa... walaikumsalam Galuh, you are no longer busy, son?]

[Ngga kok ma. What's wrong ma? Want to talk to your brother?]

[You have nothing, too, son]

[Oh, what's wrong Ma?]

[Can we meet? Someone wants to meet Uncle Hans, uh .. mama's point is to meet Lingga].

I can't seem to think for a second.

[Can ma. How about lunch later? But...Galuh can't go all the way Ma. The omelin Abang!]

Gita smiles at the spoiled voice of her daughter-in-law.

[Yes, we met at a restaurant near your minimarket how? Don't forget to take Brother Luh?]

[God willing ma, Galuh will take Abang there]

[Yes yes, Luh. Mama's closed. Eshallabellam!]

[Guardiansalam]

Gita put down her phone again.

"Congruous? Galuh Lingga ma's wife?", asked Puja astonished. Because during his time in Canada, Lingga always told me about himself who was married to a girl named Galuh.

"Do you know what puja is?", asked Gita.

"Yes!", replied Puja but her eyes immediately fell on the papa.