
''Ah, forget it.'' Neli said casually while throwing his face in the other direction so that Dinda and the others did not ask again about what he said earlier.
While Dinda still feels curious about the continuation of her mother's words, ''Memu ... What memu, huh?'' he said in his heart trying to guess by himself.
''What is possible to pick up?'' he said again in his heart, after which he shook his head a little, Dinda tried to deny his baseless allegations, ''Ah, no way!'' his objection.
After that Neli's entourage went from the base of Dinda, Ciko will bring his wife, in-laws and brother-in-law to shop using the money given by Arum at that time.
Not long after Neli's group left, now comes again people who make the mood of Dinda and Bima become bad. Dinda is only able to stroke the chest, he strengthens himself so that he can always be patient to face humans who like to make fun of and demean his small family.
''Oh, why are you here? Mending went home, Iren suddenly said ketus to Dinda. Really, he hoped, Dinda did not accompany Bima like yesterday, so that he had a chance to get close to Bima, but his hope was lost when he saw the presence of Dinda near the ketoprak cart.
Dinda ignored Iren, she greeted her mother-in-law.
''Ma,'' Dinda wanted to shake his in-laws' hands, and what did he get? Again the mother-in-law brushed off Dinda's hand with her heart.
Bima who had just joined the workers was forced to meet her new mama. Once he arrived in front of the mama, Bima greeted and kissed the back of Sari's hand with reverence, Sari did not refuse at all, she even smiled knot while stroking the soft tip of Bima's head. Seeing that, again Dinda felt pain in the corner of her heart. Choose love. His mind with his chest feels tight.
''Come, Salim flowers are the same Oma, '' said Bima.
''No need, Bunga's hands must be dirty, ''' reject Sari with a hostile face.
Bima and Dinda were silent as Sari said that. Iren smiled a little.
''Why else would you want to come here? Is Mama not tired? Mama had to rest a lot at home, so that Mama did not fall ill again, said Bima carefully.
''Mama wants to see the development of your shophouse, Bima. All Mama wants to accompany Iren to meet you, so that your relationship can progress, Sari said with a smile, she even held the hand of Iren sitting next to her.
''Ma, stop! Don't talk about it anymore. Mama can not keep my wife's feelings, Bima raised her tone.
''You why the hell did Bima always defend useless women like him. To the point that you yelled at Mama just because of this woman! You really have been the son of a dissident since marrying this useless woman!'' reply Sari with a reddened face, really due to the small clash that Bima said to her just now made Sari hate Dinda even more.
Sari looked at Dinda closely with a facial expression showing extreme anger, Dinda looked back at the mother-in-law with her shady eyes. This time Dinda will not feel afraid anymore, because she knows she is innocent.
However, suddenly the view filled with anger that Sari showed to Dinda earlier, now changed with a shocked and curious look, and, because now Sari's eyes are fixed on the jewelry that is circular on Dinda's wrist finger.
''Uh, that's costume jewelry, huh?'' tanya Sari sneered.
''For your part, you want to be praised for a lot of money, yes, so you wear imitation jewelry like that. What a pity you!'' Iren smiled mockingly.
''Heh, you arrogant woman! Shamefaced! I'm proud!'' Sari insulted Dinda again with her sharp words.
''Already! You better just go home, than you insult Dinda!'' Bima said so annoyed.
''We're not going home!'' sahut Sari's.
''Just wait for Mama! Then I'll be there again. Deck, you don't get too horrified by what Mama says, yeah. Think of it as the wind then, said Bima again, and Dinda gave a small nod with a knotty smile.
Hearing that Sari felt so upset.
''Five!'' he said with a loud voice as Bima had walked towards the construction workers who built her shophouse. This time Bima did not ignore her mother. No, not because he wanted to be a child, but he was really tired and tired of the nature and behavior of the mother who always pestered his small family.
''Are you satisfied now?'' Sari looked at Dinda with a stern look, but Dinda did not serve her mother-in-law at all. Now Dinda is again busy serving the new buyers coming, the buyers coming in hordes, and seeing that Dinda is happy, she said, because it feels better he busies himself by serving buyers than hearing the babble of the mother-in-law and Iren who have no importance at all.
***
Every day Dinda and Bima do their activities as usual, with Flowers always present accompany them.
After a few days passed, the construction of the shophouse has been completed in part, the brick stone has been installed to the height of an adult's head, it feels Bima and Dinda are impatient to see the shophouse is finished in the wake, so they can immediately occupy and sell in the shophouse. And so that when they sell they do not feel hot and rainy anymore.
In a different place, the results of DNA tests between Dinda and Saras are out, Arum takes it in the hospital, he sits in the hospital chair, he is in the hospital chair, with a trembling hand he slowly opened the envelope that wrapped the test result description.
''Bismilbornrohmanirrohim, ''' Arum said with a gurgle in the chest irregularly, he felt a little nervous.
After the letter was successfully removed from the envelope, he then opened and read the test results so carefully.
''Allah, thank God .., ''' Arum felt so happy when he finished reading the test results.
Without a second thought, he hurriedly left the hospital area, he could not wait to meet Dinda, Bunga and Bima, he wanted to hug Dinda long enough, because according to the information he read on the DNA test results, it turns out that Dinda is really the son of Saras, his nephew who has been missing for a long time.
After this Arum will ask Dinda and her small family to stay with her, and Arum will also ask Dinda for Dinda to be willing to change her position in the company, Arum will ask Dinda to be the leader of the company.
Seriate.