Indissolubility
Meet the Former-In-Law 3

About twenty minutes finally Ali arrived at the park that Yumna had said before. The man parked his motorbike at the edge of the park. Extending his long legs to see where the mother is there, the article is not too much to wear a robe. At most the clothes are gamis but the hijab is only up to the neck. You could say that using a wide robe and hijab can be counted only.

His eyes searched here and there where Yumna sat or stood. The stern eyes saw the woman dressed in a robe and a wide hijab talking to the old woman who was believed to be Yumna and who the old woman was. Ali had no idea who the old woman was.

The long legs of the man stepped towards the mother. With a quick step Ali towards his muddled bunda. Ali had no idea what they were talking about.

"Mother" called Ali when he got near the mother who was sitting with the old woman.

The woman called turned to the source of the voice. Smiling looking at his bachelor son who is now also smiling at him. Ali shook Yumna's hand with reverence. But not for the old lady. Ali did not want to not shake the hand of an old woman that Ali did not know, only Ali was not the type who would easily touch someone's hand let alone he did not know who the woman was. Ali just threw a smile at the old woman who was staring dumbly at him. Even the woman did not return Ali's smile, she continued to look at Ali with a predictable look.

When there were no more talks between Yumna and her former father-in-law, Yumna chose to sit down at her place. When Yumna sat down, she was sitting next to him. Yumna thought her former father-in-law was leaving but her mind was wrong.

"The real one who called your son?" ask the woman back cynically.

Yumna. "Yes Ma'am" she replied with a smile, reflecting on the face of the child who had been accompanying the days of Yumna.

"Where's your son from? he said no child adoption. I mean, I have all the kids." The old woman did not seem to want to make Yumna happy. He continued to corner Yumna to make the woman look inferior.

"He's my son, ma'am" replied Yumna. It was lazy to deal with this woman who did not want to lose in front of him. Want to move but his son has the road to get here. Patiently Yumna sat down beside the old woman who continued to scatter like a bird.

"Oo your son. The child can be sure, right?" ask her with a slanted tone.

Not yet had Yumna reply to the words of her former father-in-law, her son's voice had stopped her speech. Yumna faced her bachelor son who was now standing not far from her.

Ali stepped up and shook his hand with reverence as he always did to his mother.

"Yu-yum-"

"Let's go home Bun," again the old woman's speech stopped when Ali invited the mother to go home.

Yumna. "Dear, my mother is also waiting for you from here" he replied with a warm smile to the son.

The old woman who was sitting beside Yumna earlier still could not believe what she was currently seeing. The duplicate face of his son when he was a teenager. Surprised, of course the woman was surprised by the presence of the teenage boy in front of her. Moreover, the child called his former daughter-in-law called Mother.

"Yumna it -"

"Oh yes Mom, I said yes. My son has come" said Yumna without listening to the connection of the words of the former-in-law.

The old woman was silent at Yumna's words. He kept looking at the two children and the mother who had turned her back.

Yumna stepped onto the motorbike that Ali parked across the park. With the child on their bike. Arriving near the motorbike, Ali turned on the engine of the motorbike, and gave one helmet to the mother so that she could use it immediately.

After that, Yumna rode the bike, and Ali immediately drove the bike to their home.

In the park still sits an old woman who is still surprised by the arrival of a teenage boy who a few minutes ago met her. What made him still shocked the child's face was very similar to his son when he was young. A mind wandered on the old woman's head.

Not getting an answer from his own mind the woman chose to leave the park to the residence of her who was there daughter-in-law, children and grandchildren.

Yumna and Ali have now arrived at their residence. Ali parked his bike in an ordinary place. Stepping towards the mother who had first entered the house.

Yumna brought two glasses of cold water. One for him and one for his son. Yumna and Ali sat on the living room sofa.

"What's the matter, honey?" yumna asked as she looked at her pensive-looking son.

"I mean Mother?" tanya Ali did not understand where Yumna was talking.

"Mother see you're pensive, what are you thinking, hmm?" yumna looked at her son.

"Hmm, that's Bun. Earlier after college I accidentally collided with a father-father when I came out of the minimarket after buying some of my needs, Bun," Ali said honesty to the mother with a doubtful look.

"Certainly? why are you pensive? is his father hurt?" asked Yumna with a worried tone. Worried whether the man sued his son or what. Because many times now, Yumna heard someone who accidentally bumped or even nudged even asked for unreasonable compensation. Yumna was afraid of it.

"No Bun, his father is fine" replied Ali.

"If it's okay why are you pondering like that?" ask Yumna confused.

"What I hit was my real father, Bun," replied Ali staring at the mother.

Yumna was silent at the words of her son. Indeed, all this time Yumna only once showed a photo of the biological father of his son, but it was a long time even when Ali was eight years old. But how could Ali still remember the face of the man. Only once did Ali see it. Since then Ali never again wanted to see what his father looked like.

"Where do you know Dad's face, son? even all this time you've only seen a picture of your father, honey?" ask Yumna.

"When we got to this house first, and we cleaned this house, I saw a picture of Dad, Bun," replied Ali looking at the mother who was also staring at him.

Yumna. "Where's the picture, honey?" ask Yumna.

"Sorry Bun, at that time I went into the trash" Ali replied staring at the mother.

"Why don't you just keep it, honey? isn't that a picture of your real father, son?" ask Yumna again.

"No Bun. Not that I don't keep her picture means I hate her Bun. It's just that a picture of Mother is more than enough for me. Moreover, my face is also similar to that of the man." replied Ali looked at the mother with a gentle gaze. "sorry if there are words I had made Mother sad," he continued after taking a deep breath.

"Dear, what you say is true. Your face looks a lot like Dad, you son," said Yumna rubbing his son's handsome face.

"Thank you Mother, Mother will remain number one in my heart until anytime," Ali smiled to the mother.

"Thank you dear," Yumna said with haru.

"Together Mother," Ali grabbed the body of the mother who was feeling nearby. Closely touch the woman who has bet her life to give birth to herself into the world.

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