IN-LAW
A difficult question

Three weeks passed, the sky was still cloudy but time continued and during that time Aralia lived her life as usual.

Nisa, her mother chose to busy herself playing with beautiful threads that she would shape into a small shoe for her granddaughter.

"All right, let's talk about this tomorrow." When Aralia was about to knock on her mother's door, she heard a little Nisa talk to someone on the phone.

Besan's?

Aralia bit her lower lip.What important thing they will talk about tomorrow. Aralia expressed her intention to meet her mother and walk to her room. Opening the balcony door and staring at the dark sky drizzle.

"Titip our pu-daughter, she's so sweet. I want you two to take care of him. Ara my sister be mother baby i-it. Please."

Those words always appeared in his memory. Although Varga and Nisa had not discussed it yet he had never forgotten even until this second. The girl often prayed in her heart that everyone would forget her brother's ridiculous request.

Aralia let out a long sigh, relieving the contents of her chest which made her breathless.

Arhc ...

Shouted Aralia silently, her face looked gloomy and those ever-shining eyes gave a look of deep sadness.

"Ara ..do you have time tomorrow?" Nisa's voice turned her around. The woman entered without knocking on the door carrying two glasses of green tea that were still hot.

"Why Ma?" Aralia picked up the tea glass that Nisa had served.

Nisa looked straight ahead, then thinned her lips.

"Your brother-in-law will end up." He said he looked at his daughter warmly.

Aralia stared at the green tea in the glass she was treating, the fragrance was still smelling but somehow the dimpled girl had no intention of enjoying it.

"Ara actually has business but it's not very important. But does Ara have to exist, Ma?" He asked in a soft voice while looking down at his bare feet.

"This is the first time after Rena's departure that your sister's family visited and we should have welcomed her, dear. You don't want to see Bianca?"

"Bianca?" Aralia asked puzzledly, the name seemed foreign to her.

"Yes .., Bianca. Your sister's daughter as soon as they give her a name." Aralia nodded, now the baby has been given a name even though it has not been legal.

"Well tomorrow Ara will be home." Said

after thinking about something and after all since Bianca was born he only looked for a moment without touching her in the hospital.

"Darling you weren't wearing footwear? It's very cold and you're still turning on the air conditioner. Don't play around with your health." said Nisa after realizing her daughter was barefoot, Nisa immediately went inside and took her socks and jacket from the closet.

"Now you're all I have, you can't be sick please."

Nisa put a jacket on Aralia and was about to crouch down to put on the socks she was wearing.

"Ma. Forgive Ara." Aralia's mumble restrained her mother's arm that was about to touch her leg. "Let's just let it go." He said he picked up the socks and put them on quickly.

Nisa was shedding her tears, the sorrow was still not over in her heart. Every day in silence the woman cried, stared and hugged the photo of Rena his first daughter. He complained to the thief how painful it was to see the person he loved all his soul gone forever.

Seeing that Aralia felt guilty, "I love mama, let's live looking after each other." He said he rubbed his mother's eyes with his fingers.

Nisa hugged her daughter very tightly, they strengthened each other on that very cold night.

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In the family room, Nisa seemed to hold Bianca's grandson very happy she held back her tears so as not to decompose and make the atmosphere become sad.

Varga and her parents sat on the sofa. The man now looked calm but could not be said fully when viewed from his dark eye circles and his body looked thin.

"How are you, Besan?" Varga's mother starts a conversation after Nisa sits down and hands the baby to her nun.

"It's better, Besan himself how's it going?"

"Yes as Besan saw." Roland replied ending with a light pang of hardness.

The aroma of tea was smelled when the housekeeper presented tea and some sort of snacks to the guests politely .

"Bi, please tell Ara to come down. Tell her sister-in-law to come" Nisa said as the housekeeper returned to the kitchen.

"Good Mistress." The housekeeper immediately went upstairs to Aralia's room.

Aralia looked at herself in the mirror, uninspired since seeing her sister-in-law's family car arrive from the balcony of her room.

How'this? Are they just visiting or----

"Miss ... Madam asked Miss Aralia to come downstairs, there's Mr. Varga." He said softly.

Aralia nodded, "close the door." He said as the waiter came back out.

Aralia who was still standing in front of the mirror tried to smile, stiff and cold. He clucked in annoyance at the shadow in front of him that seemed to forget how to smile.

In the living room Aralia heard the family talking, occasionally there was a slight oddity. Roland's father Varga turned out to have a good sense of humor to warm the atmosphere in the room.

The rarity came to a halt as they realized Aralia's presence.

"Uncle, aunt." Sapa Aralia smiled at Varga's parents.

"Hi ..," Varga's mother said, "Your daughter is getting more beautiful, Yesan" she said, turning to Nisa.

Nisa smiled, looked at her daughter, then patted the sofa beside her, "sit down dear." Said.

Varga took a breath, exhaled it slowly then took a glass of tea and then drank it. His eyes unintentionally turned to Aralia who was also staring at him.

For a moment they looked at each other. Nisa who realized that patted Aralia's arm slowly. The girl immediately turned her gaze.

After conversing about trifles Roland took a deep breath of his countenance looking solemn and stared at Aralia sitting down making the girl feel awkward.

"Message," Roland said, his voice sounding serious stopping the laughter of the two women who look familiar talking about celebrities who are increasingly famous for their genitalia.

Nisa took a breath," Yes." she replied nodding. It was time for them to discuss something as important as they had planned over the phone.

"As we talked over the phone ...," Roland said in a serious tone. Aralia and Varga who had been silent earlier, heard seriously.

Aralia's heart degub grew firmer, swallowing his saliva lingeringly staring at Varga who was looking seriously at Roland.

The girl is not ready if what will be discussed at this time is the request of Rena, her brother.

"Varga's been telling us all about our daughter-in-law's last wishes. Surprising, but as Varga's parents, we can only support whatever decision we make." Said Roland looking at Aralia and Varga alternately.

Nisa looked at Aralia who was now down, feeling a tightness in her chest. Nisa's shaking Aralia's hand made the girl raise her head.

"Sebagai orang tua aku juga hanya bisa mendukung apa yang terbaik menurut mereka." Kata Nisa menatap Varga, menyerahkan keputusan padanya.

Varga looked at Aralia who was looking at him with a hard-to-understand look, the confidence he had for a moment was full of doubt. Feeling nervous, the lucky warm gaze of Nisa in-law evoked a slight sense of courage in her.

"Ara, what do you think?" Upon hearing the question, Aralia held her fingers interlocked. A very difficult question she answered then Aralia raised her face to look at her mother. Nisa gave him a smile as she stroked her daughter's head gently.

The room was momentarily silent, waiting for a voice from Aralia. But the girl did not speak.

"Darling, you don't have to answer today. Think carefully before making a decision. Whatever decision you make we'll support it." Ele said understanding.

Aralia slowly looked towards Varga. Staring at the man with a gaze of value. Really if Aralia wants a handsome man and charismatic Varga is the right choice.

His body height is above 180cm, his nose is sharp with slender bones. His pitch-black eyes were refined with dense eyelashes. Not to mention this man has a fine brweok that supports his good looks. His appearance is not inferior to the model who is wara-wiri in the media.

But back again on the choice, Aralia should not just look from the appearance alone.

Realizing Aralia's gaze at him. Varga looked nervous, she took a deep breath covering her nervousness.

Suddenly the cry of the baby was heard from the direction of the stairs, where the sisters brought him down from the top floor.

Attention was on the crying Bianca.

Nisa immediately took Bianca out of the sister's hand and tried to calm her down but the baby was crying even louder.

"Well, why so loud?" Nisa panicked.

"Lacking to know Madam suddenly just woke up crying like this."

"His mask's been checked?" Varga asked, standing up to take Bianca out of Nisa's hand and trying to calm her daughter down.

"It's sir."

"Maybe thirsty, Ga?" Ele Sahut

Varga asks for a bottle of milk from the nurse and tries to give it to Bianca. The baby did not want to and still cried loudly.

The atmosphere in the room seemed a bit bothered, with Varga and the others trying to calm Bianca in turn, except for Aralia who chose to sit quietly with her own mind.

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Make a friend who has read thank you very much, I'm just a beginner. The flow may not be as varied as others and the writing is still messy so please understand.