
After finishing his lunch, Dicky immediately walked towards the porch of his spacious house.
While Fitri returns to the room to breastfeed Alex, Pak Karta and Bu Eni watch TV along with Dina and Dara.
Dicky sat next to Mbok Jum on the front porch of his house, a cool breeze swept across their faces, the atmosphere so shady with the trees in front of Dicky's house, so that makes it comfortable for anyone who sits on the terrace.
"Good afternoon Doctor Dicky!" greet Mbok Yum when he sees Dicky who is already sitting next to him.
"Good day, who should I call Mom?" ask Dicky politely.
"Call me Mbok Jum, I am the assistant of Mrs Anjani, since many years ago, even since Mrs Anjani was newly married!" answer Mbok Jum.
"Oh ..." Dicky brief.
"Doctor Dicky must have known Anjani's mother, right?" ask Mbok Jum.
"Well, he's the owner of the hospital where I work!" sahut Dicky's.
"Actually .. I am confused where to start, this story is so long and complicated, but for the sake of my employer, I have to reveal this!" mbok Jum lirih.
"Actually, what was the intention and purpose of Mbok Jum coming here? Then what does that have to do with Bu Anjani?" ask Dicky.
"Actually, Anjani's mother is the Doctor's mother!" mbok Jum replied to the point.
Dicky rounded his eyes to hear Mbok Jum's words that felt too rushed, even Dicky was not ready to hear it.
"What?? You don't lie Mbok! Don't play with my feelings!" dicky said with a thumping chest.
"I do not lie, you are the son of my master Doctor, Mrs Anjani has always seen you from a distance, without being able to touch, hug, let alone say the word dear, he said, I know he loves you so much!" mbok Jum.
"No! That Anjani ma'am is an honorable person, where could she be my birth mother? A biological mother for any reason will not let her child be abandoned, let alone given to someone else!" Dicky hatch.
"But the Madam had a good reason, why would she be able to do all that? At that time, Mrs Anjani was always treated badly by Mrs Arini, her husband's first wife, even Madam Arini planned to kill Madam Anjani's son when he was born, to save you, for the sake of saving you, he forced me to leave you in that house, even Mr. Grace who was so dear to you died of pain thinking too much about you, that time I was the one who ...."
"Enough! Don't keep it up again! I'm sorry Mbok Jum, I'm really not ready, I need time to think clearly, forgive me!" Cut Dicky fast while his hand pulls his hair in frustration.
"But I have not finished telling you, please listen to my explanation first, I am a living witness to your birth Doctor, and this is a reality, a truth!" mbok Jum.
"Well, then why not just Bu Anjani who came and told me everything? Why do you have to Mbok Jum, after I went through a difficult time and now has succeeded, why would he just admit that I am his son? Why hasn't he been looking for me long ago, where do I really need affection? Why just now? How would Mbok Jum feel if he was in my position? Living in ignorance about biological parents, who have been sorely missed!"
Dicky began to cry to vent his heart, gushing all the burdens he had been through.
He did not know whether he should be happy or sad, all as if mingling into one.
Bu Eni who happened to be walking forward was shocked and shocked to see Dicky crying.
"Supp Kasep?? Why cry? Surely the mother asked for donations continue so my daughter-in-law kasi nangis! Already Ma'am, go home there, my ghost is too good, don't use it again!!" fierce Bu Eni.
Mbok Jum frowned looking at Bu Eni. Then he turned to Dicky who was still holding back his sobs that were about to explode.
"I'd better go home, for more details you can come directly to the house of Bu Anjani, he is very waiting for you!" mbok Jum said before moving from his place.
Dicky did not answer Mbok Jum's remarks, his mind was chaotic and shocked to hear Mbok Jum's words just now, although in an incomplete version, but Dicky was able to capture the intent of Mbok Jum's talk.
Mbok Jum then stepped out of the terrace, and out through the gate of Dicky's house.
"Hey!! Watch out for you back!! My daughter-in-law is not social!" shouted Bu Eni.
Then Bu Eni immediately hugged Dicky and stroked his hair.
Dicky then immediately got out of his place and went straight into his house, then went upstairs to his room.
Bu Eni was just a wink of his head staring at her.
Dicky went straight into his room, Fitri was seen enveloping Alex who had fallen asleep after drinking ASI.
"Eh Mas Dicky, who was Mas's guest?" ask Fitri.
Dicky did not answer, he just threw his body on the bed next to Alex.
"Mas Dicky? why are you Mas?" tanya Fitri started to worry.
Fitri sat next to Dicky and looked at her husband.
"Fit, it turned out to be Fit, all this time my feeling was not wrong, even though I tried to ignore it!" dicky said with a trembling voice.
"What do you mean, Mom? I don't understand!" ask Fitri.
"So that came, was his assistant Bu Anjani, he said that Bu Anjani was my real mother!" dicky answered softly.
"What's? So ... So it's true that Miss Anjani is Mas Dicky's real mother??" ask Fitri as if in disbelief.
"Yes Fit, but I don't believe it just yet if there's no authentic evidence, it could be that he just confessed!" sahut Dicky's.
"Authentic proof how? DNA testing means?" ask Fitri again.
"Fit, right now my heart is upset, not knowing how, maybe I want to apply for leave for the next few days!" dicky Kaa.
"Well, you take a break, same Alex!" said Fitri while stroking the love of her husband's hair.
Drrrt ... Drrrt ... Drrt
Dicky's phone vibrated on the table, Fitri picked up Dicky's phone, there was a picture of Dimas on that phone.
"Mas, Dimas phone!" fitri.
"Let it Fit, again lazy to talk to Dimas!" sahut Dicky's.
"May I lift you? How do you know it matters!" ask Fitri. Dicky nodded his head.
Fitri then started wiping Dicky's phone screen.
"Hello, Dimas, this is Fitri, Mas Dicky is on break, what's up?" ask Fitri.
"Fit, please give Dicky his cell phone, I'll say something important!" sahut Dimas's.
"But Dim ..."
"Please Fit, this is so important!' please Dimas.
Fitri then thrust the phone into Dicky's ear.
Connect ...
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