Duda But Perjaka
Chapter 52

"Wouldn't we go there tomorrow, Cha?" gandhi asked when they got into the car.

Chaca stared at the paper in her hand, where the address of her biological parents was listed there. He shook his head, "Today we must go, Om."

"But your condition is still like this" Gandhi said.

"I'm nothing!" elak Chaca smiled.

Gandhi exhaled his breath violently. That woman is so stubborn. But he also does not want Chaca to keep thinking about this that will worsen his condition.

"It's evening, we rest at Mother's house first. I promise you we leave early tomorrow, okay?" Gandhi's Promise.

"Yes. I miss my mother, too," Chaca replied at last according.

The arrival of the two of them was of course greeted enthusiastically by the sisters of the home, especially the mother. The woman was crying hugging Chaca. A girl who hasn't appeared since Gandhi got married.

"How are you, son? Mommy misses you so much, is worried about you too. You healthy? Why does it look so pale?" ask mommy in a row cupping both cheeks Chaca.

Chaca was crying, even the person she had only known a few months ago, was very considerate and gentle with her. His subconscious compares the treatment of his adoptive parents to that of his mother.

'Why wasn't my mother my parents?' chaca in my heart. Realizing how sincere the woman loved all her adopted children without exception.

"Chaca needs to rest, Bun. He was not feeling well" Gandhi replied, inviting him into the room.

"Gan," call Mother when she's in the doorway.

"Nganter Chaca aja, Bun," said Gandhi, who understood his concerns, then waltzed in.

"Sleep yes, tomorrow we will go on a long journey" Gandhi said, enveloping Chaca's body. "I'm sorry, the room is small. The mattress can't be rich with you either" Gandhi joked, making Chaca laugh.

"Where do you sleep?" tanya Chaca tightened her blanket.

Gandhi scrunched his eyebrows together. His smile was restrained, and he supported his hands to the left and right of Chaca. "By your side" the god brought his head close.

Chaca's body stiffened, pulling the blanket over her nose. "Ke... Why are you here?" tanyanya panic. Both of his cheeks heated up with a red hue.

The cup!

A peck on Chaca's forehead, making the girl cold hot. The distance was only a few cent, making his body tremble.

"I sleep outside, if there's anything call me," he said, then walked away.

A sigh of relief exhaled Chaca. His hand touched the chest that was beating strongly from earlier. He smiled, worried about the man who was getting older. Over time, he also fell asleep.

It was awaited by the mother who sat in the middle room. Gandhi knew, there would be a lot to ask the middle-aged woman.

"Mother," call Gandhi to lay his head in the lap of the mother.

"Tell me everything. Start your divorce trial!" ask mother to demand.

And all that night Gandhi told him everything he had experienced, right up to the Chaca issue. Mother could not believe.

"Oh my God, pity Chaca. May she always be strong and steadfast in her life," responded mother after Gandhi finished telling her story.

"Yes, Bun. Last time I dropped, that's why I stopped out of town tonight. Oh yeah, Bun!" Gandhi sat down, holding his parents' hands, "Mother agrees, will Gandhi marry Chaca?"

"Of course, from the beginning Mother always supports you with Chaca. Uh even playing a random prank!" Mother pinched her waist. Until the grimacing of pain.

"Ow ... Ouch, Bun. Yes, yes, sorry Bun. That time, panic, see people commit suicide. Just make a promise without thinking. But thankfully, God has made it easy to get away from him immediately. My real ribs are waiting, Bun" Gandhi said.

The sky was getting darker, the conversation of the child and the mother ended when she looked drowsy on the mother's face.

The next morning, after dawn prayers they immediately leave for YogjakartaYogjakarta, the hometown of the mother.

"Is he ready?" gandhi asked to see Chaca coming out of the room. Chaca nodded.

"Dear." Mother held Chaca's tiny body into her arms, stroking her head gently. "You are strong, no matter what happens" said Mother.

"Chaca is okay, Mother. Just want to see the Chaca family, whether there is still or ...."

"You're still my mother's son. You are family here. Never feel alone" said Mommy took off her arms holding both hands.

"Yes, Bun. Chaca said yes."

"Gan, be careful," she told her son.

Gandhi simply replied respectfully and smiled.

The journey is quite smooth, at 08.30 WIB they have arrived in the city kerathon. Gandhi asked to turn on the maps to reach the address.

About an hour from the city, they arrived at a simple joglo house. The building looks old, the atmosphere is very cool because the spacious yard is overgrown with many trees and flowers.

The more they entered the courtyard, they were greeted with a gurgling fountain that seemed to have some ornamental fish.

"Excuse me, assalamu'alaikum!" Gandhi knocked on the door three times.

I heard the answer from inside the house. An old woman opened the door and frowned.

"Who are you?" ask the grandmother without asking them to sit down first.

"Sorry, bother, Grandma. Is this really Namira Setyaningsih's mother's house?" ask Gandhi.

"Yes, right. My mother. Who're you?"

Instantly, Chaca's body trembled, tears that she tried to resist breaking into her eyes. "Grandmother," call Chaca in a stifled voice. His throat was choked, in contrast to his grandmother who was getting confused.

"Miss, he's Chaca. Grandmother's biological granddaughter, she's Namira's daughter." Gandhi explained the confusion of the grandmother.

Flinched, even his body suddenly stiffened. Accompanied by the fall of tears that wet both cheeks wrinkles.

Chaca slid into the old woman's arms. Spilling sobs and deep longing. As far as anything goes and for whatever time, the blood will be thicker than water.

"Oh God, Cu! You're already big," his cries echoed across the terrace of the typical Javanese house.

Gandhi was overwhelmed by their meeting. Her tears also burst. Both of his hands continued to wipe him. Shame to know someone else.

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"Grandma, who's Grandma living with? Come along Chaca aja to Malang," said Chaca after they sat on a chair made of teak wood.

They were sitting side by side, Chaca was writhing in that frail arm. Gandhi, who was sitting across from them, also felt the happiness of his lover.

"Grandma lives with grandpa, honey. He went to the rice field again. Monitor the workers, this will be the planting season again," replied the grandmother rubbed Chaca's head.

Soon, an ART placed drinks and market snacks on the table.

"Thank you, Well," said Nek Halimah.

They talked, enjoying the dishes. Halimah also recounts Namira's former life. She had to attend her husband's service in Malang for several months. It turned out that his condition was pregnant and did not allow to go home, so they decided to stay in Malang.

However, sad news was heard when the womb was 7 months old, Namira and her husband had an accident. To take the lives of both. No one knows if the baby is safe. When the family arrived, it was finished being consecrated and immediately brought home for burial.

"Miss!" Chaca sobbed back, she hugged him very tightly.

"Grandma's pretty granddaughter is even this big. Mashay Allah," said Halimah gratefully.

Chaca was shown many photo albums of her parents. Namira is Halimah's only child, fate must separate them forever.

"Mother is so beautiful" she muttered in the photos of her mother. "Dad seemed very firm, indisputable, but loving" he continued, wiping a photo of his father.

Gandhi moved and sat down beside Chaca. Removing the tears that flooded her cheeks. "You are beautiful too" said Gandhi, tilting his body at the girl before him.

"Yes, right. Namira looks a lot like you, Cha. Oiya, who is this guy? He's also very handsome." Halimah diverted her conversation.

"Mr, she ...."

"Gandhi, Grandma. Chaca's husband-to-be" Gandhi said, cutting off Chaca's speech. Kiss the back of the old woman's hand.

"Oohh yeahampun, Chaca want to get married? Good luck with the show until the H-days, honey."

"Amale ...." Call them together.

Not felt, the sun is getting higher. Grandpa who just came home from the rice field was surprised, as well as happy because he met his biological grandson who had been considered dead.

Lunch was very crowded because of the presence of her grandchildren and future husband. After that they rested for a while in the prepared room.

"Sir, later in the afternoon I want to go for a walk in this city," said Chaca when she was about to enter the room.

"Yes, Honey. Have fun. Do not forget to contact your adoptive parents so as not to worry," said Halimah who was already told that all this time she was cared for and raised by the family Alexander.

"Okay, Grandma!"

Chaca walks into the room, and calls Alice. He still hung out with Alexander after yesterday's fight.

Slowly, he was able to accept the fate line he had to live by. Chaca took the positives. After sending a short message, he closed his eyes slowly. So did Gandhi who rested in the room next to Chaca.

In the afternoon, according to Chaca's wishes, Gandhi took her for a walk. The square was his first destination. Walking among the twin trees, eating typical Yogja food, also accidentally met the street musicians who willingly entertain the street users.

"Om, sing gih," Chaca pinta in the crowd of many young men there.

"It can't be if it's a Javanese song, Cha," elak Gandhi.

"Judah song west," said Chaca again.

"Past then if it's here. Let me sing special in the car or at my grandmother's house" Gandhi said.

"Ck! About cemen! Eat first yuk, Om. Laper, then around again. I want to ride a rickshaw," said Chaca squeezing her stomach.

"What stomach is this? The feeling of eating mute from earlier?" gandhi chuckled, but he walked ahead of Chaca.

The girl then followed him and hit him on the back. "Iihh evil, time is called gentong!" cebik Chaca is upset.

Gandhi laughed, running on the side of the road. They ran away to a restaurant. Gandhi chose to sit outside. While enjoying the keramain Yogja City that night.

The waiter immediately approached the two, who were reading a menu book. Although the breath of both of them still stinged because they ran away.

"Sir, I want a mercon ozeng like Yojga huh. Oiya want to try it dong bhakpia pathok original aja yes. Drink avocado juice, mineral water one. Um what do you want?" Chaca lifted her head.

"Gudheg aja, Ma'am, use chicken satay. Drink some iced tea" replied Gandhi briefly.

"Oh, isn't it a barrel? Still eating that?" gandhi was moving a menu book to fan his angry face.

"Helsey ... Banging too, Om love!" challenge Chaca to squinting.

"Yes dong. Don't ask and don't measure!"

They talked lightly until one by one the food had arrived. Gandhi was astonished that Chaca remained thin despite her many eating habits.

"Om, I'm going to the toilet first. Kebelet," said after sipping his drink until the last drop.

Gandhi held up his thumb as his mouth was still full of food.

Suddenly, after a few minutes, Gandhi felt the ground sway. There was the sound of pieces of stuff coming from the restaurant. The vibrations are getting stronger and stronger.

Even the plates and glasses on his desk had already splashed to the ground. His eyes widened as everyone scattered out and shouted.

"earthquake! The earthquake!"

"Maeca!" his screams ran as hard as they could into the resto.

His body was smothered with the visitors and also the resto staff. Everyone panicked, the walls of the building slowly began to crack, the cabinets, the kitchen, everything was already scattered on the floor.

Although staggering was difficult to walk, Gandhi tried to reach the toilet in the restaurant.

Screams, cries of fear sounding mutually unpretentious. The atmosphere is no longer conducive.

"Chaca! Where are you?" Maca!" Gandhi's vision began to cloud. The roof began to fall, the wall also almost collapsed.

Everyone is racing to find a way out. But not with Gandhi. He goes in search of Chaca's whereabouts.

"Shelf! Pyarrs!"

Loud thumping of falling things. Gandhi could not even walk upright. The shaking felt stronger. He crawled, his eyes catching toilet posts.

Gandhi quickly tried to get there. Hiding behind a table that still stands.

"Chaca! Where are you?"

"Om, help!" chaca groaned in a soft voice. "Aarrgghhh! About Gandhiii!" screaming pain.

Hearing Chaca's agonizing voice, Gandhi cried, inwardly praying for the girl's safety.

He found Chaca on the floor with a badly injured leg.

"Cha!" gandhi exclaimed to remove the ruins of the building from Chaca's feet.

He immediately hugged Chaca's body, hiding the tiny body in his arms.

A fairly large wooden block hangs and falls along with a fairly hard movement.

"Aaaarrrgh! Allah Akbar!"

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