
"Oh, yeah-yes. For the first trouble, I'm sorry. That's my reflex, Van. Because look at my sister again humiliated. You scream, open his disgrace in front of my house. Which brother is not angry, look at that rich young man. But for that, I'm sorry, huh? I do not mean to be rude to you, I do not mean to make a grudge against you," said Awang full of humility.
Because according to him, apologizing is not wrong. Apologizing means not losing. But, he tried to create an even more peaceful atmosphere. He learned this, every quarrel he had with his wife. Whoever is wrong, there is no harm in apologizing to end the fight with his wife. Evidently from his relationship with his wife returned friendly, with his wife who apologized to him.
Givan was still speechless, trying to skin Awang's apology. He learned this from Ai, Ai who had always blamed him every quarrel that occurred. He thought, Ai's family is not much different from Ai.
"I'm sorry for what?" Givan understands their old problems more complex.
"For what happened I kicked you to the ground and stepped on you. That's a reflex, Van. I don't intend to be disrespectful to guests who come, if the guests come with courtesy." The crew clarifies their point of trouble.
"I'm being polite, I'm coming over well. But, it's your sister who can't be invited." Givan was always provoked by emotion, whenever discussing this.
"Who isn't angry, Van? You're the one who ruined his life." Although he did not ask Ai directly. But, the expression of Givan at that time was enough to explain how Ai's condition.
"Who destroyed it? He himself destroyed, by refusing my good invitation. Hey, people's attitudes can change. Except, character. She couldn't stand my attitude towards her, but she never had the determination to fox me for the better. In the hands of the right woman, without a request for me to change, I changed better for her, for her children, for the good of our relationship. That day I came, let her life be better. Because I understand, in any village, the measure of virginity is everything. I came, I brought him back. But, what's the response? He still refused. With his arrogance, he ignored my invitation to continue the engagement that many people already know. He rejected me, not me who ruined his future. It's his own choice, leave me for a future he doesn't even know how it ends."
Awang listened to Givan's explanation mixed with emotions. Awang just silence, by understanding the point of view of a man who is rejected by women. Rejection is a wasted self-esteem. Then, Givan's revenge increases because Awang dared to violence him. Awang quite understood Givan's anger back then.
"Yes, Van. I understand how you were at that time. I'm sorry, aren't I? I hope, after this we don't have any more grudges. We are old, it is better to be wise to deal with long-missed disputes." Awang doesn't want Givan still to look sniffy at him. He was a guest here, then one of the hosts was not friendly to him. It made her feel sad and unwell on her own.
Givan fell silent, trying to feel the sincerity of the man in front of him. He had thought, is this the motive for him to marry Ai with an apology from Awang?
"What are you apologizing for?" Givan knocked on the family room table.
"Let there be no more problems between us. I don't want to make it hard for me to die, because I haven't apologized to anyone who still holds a grudge against me." Awang never thought if by apologizing, one's self-esteem would disappear. Whoever is wrong, apologizing first is not a defeat.
"You know, even with you apologizing. I would never want to marry Ai, because I don't want to leave my wife, who has brought me back from my most difficult time." Givan said his concern.
Awang frowned. "I'll never ask you to leave your wife, Van."
"Continue?" Givan fused his eyebrows.
"Yes, I'm sorry, for my mistake the other day. This has nothing to do with Ai's problem. I don't want, this grudge reaches our grandchildren" Awang said.
"I'm sorry." Givan nodded faintly.
The lady smiled thinly, extending her hand. Indirectly, their anger fell with the hand department. The sight, too, was clearly visible in Adinda's eyes as she entered the house. He was quite understanding of what had happened, even though no one had explained it to him. He quite understood the meaning of his son's faint smile, which was filled with sincerity.
"Now, dinner." The sister called out to distract them all.
"Kok in the bushel, Mah?" Givan took over the bushel in his mother's hands.
"Yes, Mamah asked Aca to help cook dinner. He was already masakin, only no one brought him here because his son was fussy, Ghifarnya to the same hospital Gavin. Kenandra asked for a rest first because of the neck pain she said." Adinda invites Nafisah to come to the dining table in the kitchen.
A large dining table, with fifteen chairs. Deliberately buy a large dining table, because they often eat together. Because of his grandchildren, every day must come to eat there, even though the mother of them has cooked for them. It was like it had become a habit, making Adinda always on standby to cook for her grandchildren.
"Well, bring some more food?" Adi was immediately sad, because he felt his stomach was full. The meatballs in front of him had not yet run out, there was already another meal to come.
She chuckled, knowing that her husband had eaten. She thought instead, that her husband was tempted by the meatballs that Canda brought, because he saw her eating the meatballs.
"Ud spend it." She rubbed her husband's shoulder, knowing he was full.
"It's for Adek dear, sisain's brother." Adi pulled his wife's hand, intending to ask for help to spend the meatballs that did not run out.
Adinda chuckles amusedly. She had already guessed that, because her husband could not afford to spend a bowl of meatballs.
"Reason!" She held her husband's chest when he was so close to her.
Adi chuckles by directly feeding a spoon of meatballs mixed with noodles to his wife. Romance occurs and makes young people feel ashamed of themselves, when Adinda opens her mouth.
They never fail, to burn their love. More and more, their affection is more perfect with the growing presence of their grandchildren. There is nothing happier for them, than their grandchildren who grow up perfect and healthy.
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