Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 17

A bitter smile appeared on Chaca's thin lips. His eyes looked teary. Since childhood until now 16 years old, he never felt the warmth of his parents.

Just a snatch, a curse, a curse that he always got from his papa. If Chaca denies it, he does not hesitate to get a slap from the hand of his papa.

What then? What about the mother?  The career woman was the same, there was never any time for her. Although he never scolded her, he was always busy with his own world.

After several corners passed, Chaca's eyes widened when the path he passed felt familiar. He tried to remember the streets.

"Well, that green house over there. It's Mother's house," said Mother Hanin pointing to a house.

Chaca's eyes widened, after turning the steering wheel of his car and stopping right in the courtyard of the house.

"Ja .. So, this is Mother's house?" ask Chaca to make sure.

"Yes, let's go down," invited Mommy while opening the car door. Turning back down the food Chaca bought earlier.

While the girl is still haunted, do not expect if fate actually brought her into this house alone. Chaca commented a faint smile.

"Mother!" children squealed from inside the house, awakening Chaca from her daydream.

The children immediately embraced Mother from all directions. And Mother gave kisses on their forehead one by one.

A beautiful, yet stifling sight for Chaca. He bit his lower lip, gripped tightly at the steering wheel of his car, holding back his tears from spilling to see the warmth of the Mother's family.

"Why did the old Mother come home?" ask a girl who is still spoiled.

"I'm sorry, honey. This helps Mother bring it to the dining table. We eat together," said Mother divide the rice boxes earlier.

"Yeeeeeyy Mother bring food!" exclaim them with excitement.

This time Chaca could not hold back her tears anymore. Like a broken embankment, her cheeks were wet with tears of her own.

Chaca closed her eyes, leaned her head, letting her tears flow by themselves from both corners of her eyes.

"Cha," Mother's voice and touch on her arm made Chaca jump in shock.

In a hurry he looked away and wiped his tears. He does not want others to know his sadness.

"Why not go down? Come on in, the children are waiting for you," said Mother softly.

"Ah, yes, Bun." Chaca rushed downstairs and walked into the house following her.

Chaca's eyes continued to look at every corner of the room she thought was alive and full of love. Not like his magnificent home but it feels gloomy.

All eyes were staring at Chaca. They even refused to blink their eyes. Being stared at like that actually makes Chaca feel anxious.

"Ehehee, brothers," said Chaca.

Everyone was silent, no one answered. Still staring in wonder, except for Santi. The girl who was the same age as Chaca was looking at her cynically from head to toe.

Chaca scratched her non-itchy head. He looked back at his clothes, turning again to the brothers in front of him. It was only then that he realized, 'Maybe they are uncomfortable with my dress style, ' Chaca murmured inwardly.

"Lho is still standing. Come sit. These kids know her name Chaca. He bought us this lunch. Let's say what?" Mother said while putting a teapot containing warm tea in the middle of the table.

"Thank you, Brother Chaca," they said.

Chaca's smile widened, "Yes, both sisters," he said and sat down.

"Emc ... Mother, does Om Gandhi also live here?" Chaca's question caught the attention of everyone sitting around with her.

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