I'M Nathasya Gustari

I'M Nathasya Gustari
Destiny Determines


"What's wrong with you, Rian?!" the half-running Doctor Risma followed the wide stride of her son who pulled his hand, exclaiming.


"Let's be clear in the room, bun." Rian did not want them to be stuck in the lobby for too long and the man who was hit by Mentari recognized him.


He could come home later, Caca would have kicked it out.


Doctor Risma complied until they reached the room occupied by doctors Risma and Mentari.


"That guy was Tara, bun."


Doctor Risma froze for a moment. Without elaborating, Risma's doctor knows who Tara is and how she is related to her ex-daughter-in-law.


"We better get home tomorrow morning. I'm afraid that guy remembers me, bun."


Doctor Risma sighed and nodded resignedly. Although he regretted their vacation time had to be cut off suddenly like this. But what can I do, if it's for the sake of his granddaughter.


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Today Caca is trying to get out of her safe zone. He will go downtown while his son is not at home and can stay long.


Due to the increasingly booming orders, many also suggest that he design adult clothes as well. Eventually Caca and one of his employees went in search of a fabric suitable for his design.


Caca prefers to choose its own ingredients. More confident with the quality and comfortable not when it has been made into clothes later.


Caca used to only come to town once choosing materials. He always asked the employees to buy it. Or order by phone and will be sent directly by the subscription store.


After you have finished choosing the materials and paying for them. Caca invited his employee named Erin to come home. The cloth will be sent by courier from the shop.


"Close to buying lunch all the time Rin, for the children." asked Caca as he turned the wheel to enter one of the restaurants they passed.


"By my brother." Erin just agreed, and followed where her boss went. Anyway, it's lunchtime soon. Than later when it comes to going out again to find food, mending all of you.


The average Caca employee is indeed a child who cannot continue his education to the college level. Only the tailor Caca chose was an expert in his field.


And all Caca employees are loyal people. The evidence is all still holding up working with Caca. Only one or two people quit, even for reasons of marriage. Not because not at home or not satisfied with the salary Caca gave.


They were waiting for orders while drinking juice and snacks that Caca ordered to kill their time so as not to get bored in waiting.


Sit at a table not far from the cashier and the entrance. Make anyone who is about to enter the restaurant see their whereabouts.


Including mama Shinta who had an appointment with her friends at the same restaurant.


Mama Shinta who just opened the door of the restaurant was immediately fixated on seeing a very familiar face. The face of a woman of five years is lost in the earth.


After many searches that spend a lot of time, energy is also material that does not produce results. Now the woman was actually found with an accident.


Caca is still the same woman. Beautiful and now more elegant and mature look. Time and circumstances turned out to mature the spoiled girl who used to always wrestle spoiled on her shoulders.


Mama Shinta with eyes filled with tears, walked over. As if he did not believe what he was seeing right now. The middle-aged woman immediately hugged Caca. Making the young lady he was holding shocked for an instant.


"You've gone anywhere.. Grandma kangen. Grandma's worried." Shinta's mom's crying broke out so believing that Caca was right. Not just hallucinations. His grandson was really in front of him, and now he was in his arms.


Caca was frozen in place. He never had a plan for what he would do if he met Tara and her family one day.


What's he gonna do?


What explanation should he give?


And should he say about the existence of Mentari?


Various questions arise simultaneously in Caca's mind. Makes him sick.


No. gabe. He was not ready to go back to that family!


He is happy enough with his life now!


He was happy to live alone with his little angel! Dear princess!


It was as if God had saved him from an unwanted situation. By then Caca's order had been completed.


"Sorry lady. You seem to have the wrong person." Caca took off Mama Shinta's embrace gently. Fear of hurting the woman he loves.


He missed that woman too. He just doesn't want to live with regrets anymore. Regret for her late mother who already believed that she could take care of herself.


Meeting again with Tara will only remind them of their sins in the past. A deed that Caca was sure would severely hurt his mother up there.


"Come Erin.. We're home."


Caca did not heed the voice of Shinta's mother who begged for her to stay. Caca never once looked into the woman's eyes. He just passed by in a hurry to leave the place immediately.


With tears, Caca took his car to go above the speed limit set by the authorities.


Erin who was afraid finally spoke up. "Let me take the car, brother."


Erin knew her boss was not doing well. He believes it must be related to the past that Caca is trying to leave behind.


Although Caca never told him the details of his past. But broadly speaking, all employees know what is happening.


Caca who did not want to risk their lives finally agreed to switch positions.


The woman was still crying after they arrived at Mentari Fashion Art. Caca asked Erin to bring all the food and share it with others. The woman chose to go home.


"Sorry grandma.." Caca's crying broke. Putting his face on the pillow.


Caca also missed the middle-aged woman. Missed grandfather. Missed too... Tara's.


He misses them so much. But Caca doesn't want her presence to just be a problem in that family.


"Caca kangen.." - Caca joked in his sobs.


Life without a family is not easy for Caca to live. Fortunately there was a doctor Risma who was so good to him. Employees who are like their own families.


Maybe if without all of them and especially her little daughter, Mentari. Caca would rather end his life than live without affection. Without anyone caring about him.


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