I ACCEPT YOUR WIDOW

I ACCEPT YOUR WIDOW
7.CRUELER


Oh my... I was really surprised to hear my papa.Meski without my chest wound hurt like a million swords stabbed. Sick and stifling.


How can the papa I respect, I love and I am proud to do such a cruel thing.


The woman had lost her husband, and in a state of old pregnancy lost her house as well.Has right she did not live again in Jakarta and moved to Blitar.


All this because of me. It happened because of me .My words and attitude were once so selfish . All affected him. It's really evil I am this . The devil... I cursed myself.


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In the evening I sat alone behind the wheel of my car.I was silent as I continued to look across.


Yep..I went to the woman's place again without the knowledge of Bhishma.I observed everything the woman did from behind the glass of my car.


The woman, who had no idea what her name was, was busy serving a buyer who stopped by her stall while holding one of her children.


On the other hand I saw the woman's mother seemed to have difficulty calming the other twins.Padahat the shop visitors were quite crowded.They looked so troubled.


There was even a visitor mother mother who was also compassionate and tried to calm the child who was with her grandmother.But there was even more crying became.


I was so curious why the boy was so desperate to come down and get into the stall.


" Gado gado one mom." said I ordered food to the woman's mother who was trying to calm her grandson with the mother of the visitor's mother.


" Yes. .sewhile den.please sit first" said the mother was friendly to cover her panic .


" Why does her granddaughter cry, Mom?" tanyaku pura do not know.


"This is Granddaughter Mother asked to be carried by her mother.but her mother is still busy serving buyers." said the mother.


"I'm carrying also do not want to." said the visitor's mother next door.


"She wants just the same Mama den.. Her mother was busy too.and again her twin sister who was carried was fussy. Slightly feverish.not wanting to get off her sling "


" Ordinary it's mom. again 'tease'. test the patience of her parents.." Mother said the buyer again.


Oh my God .. pity this child. also his mother... faced many buyers fussy children sick children.It was appropriate this morning shopping even he still brought his child.


" You want me to carry..? " my words were spontaneous as I approached the little boy who was crying loudly.


" Papa.." he said as he ran quickly towards me and hugged me.


" Papa..." He said while smiling and touching my face.


" Dafa. shouldn't be. "dafa's grandmother spoke while patting her back.


" It's okay mom... Let me calm down the Dafa... I'm just helping your son. It looks like he's having a hard time." I said.


" but..."


"I'm waiting for my order at that table.while playing with Dafa first..." I said as I stepped into the empty table beside the place where I and Bhishma had been this morning.


" Okay, please den.." said the mother hurriedly went and helped the twin mama who was busy making buyer orders and delivering them.


" Kok can recite you yes.when the same I do not want.. "


I smiled knot. The crying of Dafa came to a halt and he kept calling me with his carefree voice . " Papa..."


" Yes yes . You may call me as you please. But remember yes, don't cry..Your mother and grandmother are busy .You can't be fussy" I said as I sat on a simple lesehan mat in the shop.


Dafa nodded his head in a nod as if he understood what I meant.


"Do you like cats?" Much


" meow??" Dafa looked at me with his innocent face.


" Yes meong.. if you're smart we watch tom jerry yuk.." said me while taking my phone out of my pants pocket.


Then I opened you tube and searched for one of those cute cat and mouse videos.


Dafa seemed happy to see it. He sat on my lap watching the video happily.


I looked at the poor little boy. Then look at his twin brother who was in his mother's arms.


I can't imagine what they've been through for the last few years. I really feel guilty about them. Unknowingly, I hugged Dafa tightly with glassy eyes holding back my tears.