Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] Raise Your Feet!

Gandhi got out of his car pulling the T-shirt Anjar was wearing from behind. Anjar brushed aside Gandhi's hand, then turned the body. Instantly his eyes widened, surprised by Gandhi's presence.

"Ga-Gandhi?" said Anjar nervously. He removed the finger link with the woman beside him.

"Why haven't you stopped too?" geram Gandhi was full of emphasis.

Anjar rubbed his neck rough. While the aunts were confused by the arrival of Gandhi who seemed to be holding back anger.

"Tante, sorry. I borrowed your girlfriend first" Gandhi said, pulling Anjar's arm.

Without hearing the answer, Gandhi dragged Anjar to follow him. His hand gripped firmly on the man's arm. Now that they were in the car, Gandhi's breath was still hunting. He recalled his past when he saw Anjar still playing with aunts.

Anjar was silent from earlier, he could not dodge anymore. His face was riled up by Gandhi.

"Where did you promise?" geram Gandhi stared intently at the man beside him.

"Java!" he snapped again while hitting the steering wheel after there was no answer.

Anjar gasped, it was hard to swallow the saliva. Anjar dared not look at Gandhi, let alone know the fact that Gandhi was the son of Alexander Abraham. It made him less warty.

"Crazy of you, Njar. You feed your wife's children ill-gotten money!" his pekik was holding tightly to the wheel.

"Where's Ayu?" gandhi was full of emotion.

"In the house of Gan" he said nervously.

Gandhi drove his car to his old house. He drives at high speed. Anjar looked increasingly nervous, he squeezed his fingers even to let out cold sweat.

Thirty minutes passed, both of them silent. Gandhi silently suppressed his emotions while Anjar was silent because of his fear and nervousness.

Gandhi's car was in the courtyard of his old house. A house full of wounds that he left a few months ago.

Gandhi got out of the car. He knocked on the door while pressing the bell near the door. Anjar looked riled up, he did not dare to approach. Still standing next to the car.

A few minutes later, the door opened. It turned out that Anjar's mother opened it. Gandhi greeted him politely. But Sofi, Anjar's mother still behaved the same as when she first met him. Cold, haughty and rough.

"Call Ayu, Njar" said Gandhi with firmness. He did not want to linger arguing with the older people. Gandhi still respected him.

"Heh, Ayu? He left this house a long time ago. You son-in-law doesn't know yourself!" exclaimed Anjar's mother with a cynical tone.

Gandhi frowned, he looked at Anjar with a stern look. All he saw was bowing his head deeper.

"Where's Ayu, Njar?" gandhi with a higher tone.

"Java!" angry again.

"At-in at his mother's house," said Anjar origin.

Gandhi grabbed his cell phone. He contacted Andra and turned on the phone's loudspeaker.

"Yes Gan" said Andra across the street.

"Is Ayu at her mother's house?" ask Gandhi without saying anything.

"Dash? I go there every day with Amel. He often vomits pity at home. But since marrying Anjar, Ayu never went back there Gan. What's up?" sahut Andra's.

"Okay, thank you, Ndra," Gandhi said, turning off his phone.

Gandhi looked at Anjar. He put his phone back in his pants pocket. Gandhi approached Anjar. Then, hover a raw bogem right on his face.

"Suckers! Where is Ayu? He was not at his parents' house. Do you sleep during brain division? Ayu is pregnant with your child! Your flesh and blood, Njar! You let him suffer for your actions. Hey think! The child in Ayu's womb is innocent. You are the parents who should suffer. Not that baby!" gandhi's screams filled with emotion pushed Anjar's body to the point of hitting the car.

"A-I think he went to his mother's house" Anjar said slowly.

"Where's your responsibility, huh? Where do you promise to leave your dirty world? You don't even deserve to breathe oxygen on this earth! What kind of father and husband are you! The wife left the house but did not make the slightest effort to find out. You even acted as if nothing had happened!" gandhi was furious.

Anjar widened her eyes, while her mother did not understand the direction of their conversation. He just took his favorite son. Gandhi was filled with emotion.

"Please leave my house!" gandhi was slow but very stressed.

Anjar shook, still in shock. Sofi widened her eyes. He closed his gaping mouth. Only then did he realize that the house he had been living in was not his son's. But it belonged to the man he had been maki since.

"Lift the foot of my house!" gandhi shouted so loudly that the mother and child jumped in shock.

"I'm sorry Gan" said Anjar slowly entering the house. Gandhi followed her from behind. He took his cell phone, documenting every interior of his house.

Anjar and Sofi tidied up her stuff. Gandhi walked through every room and photographed it. Anjar and her mother have now finished packing. They sit in the guest chair.

"Gandhi, once again I apologize" Anjar said regretfully.

"I'm sorry mom, too, son," Sofi said in a trembling voice.

Gandhi did not look at the two. He would not watch his parents cry. But given his rude attitude, such a haughty was unable to dampen his desire to expel him. Plus the behavior of his son who has gone too far.

Gandhi stood behind them. Both of his hands were ruffled. His gaze was straight ahead, his breathing still hunting due to emotions.

"Go!" gandhi without looking at it. He was afraid to stare at them.

"Thank you very much Gan for your kindness all this time. Once again I'm sorry," Anjar said slowly.

"Come, Ma," he asked the mother who was still crying earlier.

They don't know where else to go. For a while, Anjar returned to her small house first. He was looking for a new home for them to live in. Most importantly, there is a place to stay safely overnight.

Gandhi rubbed his face rough. He threw his body on the sofa, his gaze glaring upwards. Although he hates Ayu a lot, there is still pity in his heart.

Reflecting on Amel, he saw how difficult and painful pregnant women are. He couldn't imagine Ayu being alone out there. What about the baby? Is it born now? Gandhi's conscience is tingled with fear of his ex-wife whom he never touched.

Although Gandhi was once devastated by it, once trampled by his pride, deep within his heart there was still pity. Especially if she is a pregnant woman.

"Wait on! If calculated, this is more than 9 months. Has she given birth? Oh, my God, how sorry you are Yuk. May you and your baby always be given health wherever you are" Gandhi murmured.

Gandhi exited his house, then took a picture from the courtyard. Then he uploaded it on a home buying and selling site. He decided to sell the house. The house he thought was full of wounds.

But everything was avenged by the happiness he was currently feeling. Even happiness is many times what he gets. Getting a beautiful, loyal wife and loving her very much. He was also met with his parents.

God's destiny is so beautiful. Every trial that passes, God always inserts an immeasurable gift when we are able to go through it. Patience, sincerity and tawakkal are the keys.

Gandhi's inner voice, "Why pity with ayu? Because my wife is a woman ... my mother is a woman. have many younger sisters .. I imagine what if it happened to the person2 I love. Especially if it contains."

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