I ACCEPT YOUR WIDOW
5. OLD WOUND
" Yog...!"call Bisma loud enough.
I woke up from my daydream and returned to reality before my eyes.
" What the hell are you thinking.from the time it was invited to talk even daydreaming.it.it was the widow that I was after..." bisma said slowly while pointing at the new woman coming and going down from her motorbike like after shopping at the market.
"He's... Have a child." I said, turning my face away from the woman.
It seemed like he had yet to notice my presence and went straight inside .
So.what should I do... I don't want that woman yelling at me like she used to. Especially in front of the bisma. How's this...I was confused myself.
On one side of my best friend Bisma this story that he again has a crush on a beautiful young widow who sells gado gado neighboring village.
And I also came from Surabaya to see how the look of a woman who captivated my college friend in her hometown.
I don't know anything about this widow either. Whose name he is, his house where and why he can be in Blitar city.
To recover from my injury, I went to Singapore with my mother. And all the business I leave to papa completely.And to eliminate the trauma I also moved the campus from Jakarta to Surabaya.
But why meet him again.this is not Jakarta where the accident happened..
I think and keep thinking..What am I supposed to do now...
" Bisma .I go first." My body goes faster than my reasoning. I hurriedly left Bhishma and headed to my car.
" Yog Yog. wait. then what about. the order was.." said Bisma confused not understand the attitude of his best friend.
Why Yoga knows it even goes away. She was sure that mom was preparing it.
" Mom.. I am sorry. if my order can be wrapped.." said Bisma hurriedly came to the mother of the middle-aged mother who was preparing her order.
" Yes den. is okay." said the mother earlier while changing the container gado gado and ice mix to foam and plastic wrap.
" I'm sorry.troublesome" said the bad bisma.
" It's okay .." said the mother was friendly and smiling.
While I who stepped out was surprised by a little boy about 2 years old who arrived to come to me.
" Sir. papa..."
" Papa. hahaha.. I'm not your father." I said crouching down and saw the cute little boy.
Oh my God .. This boy is so handsome.
" Sir. papa.."
"Don't you love me. I'm not your father.I'm still a bachelor not married.have no children.." I tried to explain to the little boy.
The boy looked at me for a moment with his innocent look.
And finally because I could not bear to stroke her head and caress her hair.
" Yes, let me take you to look for your mama.what's your name.." I said then while lifting the boy and then carrying him.
" Dafa"
" Yes your name is Dafa.."
The boy nodded . He looked cheerful and laughed laughingly at my sling.
" Pa pa papa..."
" haduh.udah tatain not papa either.." I said while tickling the stomach of the handsome little boy I still carry.
The boy laughed with laughter. The sound of his crisp laughter made a woman call out his name
" Dafa!!!" call him fast as he comes up to me holding a little boy as well.
He seemed panicked because he was looking for his son who had gone somewhere.
" Is this your son?" I was surprised to see the woman who seemed to run ngos_ngosan
with a panicked face.
I still recognize the woman's face .She's the woman who just came in with the kid and the groceries. The woman who once disturbed my life and cursed me. Because of me she has lost her husband. And as I remember in the hospital, she was pregnant.
So.so.. She's the girl's son with the dead salesman. And not just one, but two. Their two sons are twins.