Love Among Family Hostility
Night at the Aksanta House

The white car stopped in front of the gate of the Aksanta family residence. The 50-year-old man looked at Vishnu without speaking. Hinted that the man should get out of his car right now.

Vishnu smiled faintly, he thanked Arjuna who had bothered to drive him home even though the car they were riding was driven by a driver.

Vishnu opened the car door out of the four-wheeled vehicle. Vishnu who just opened his mouth to say something to Arjuna but he could not do because Arjuna had already told the driver to drive the car as soon as Vishnu got out of the car.

"Nyebelin really old bangka," murmured Vishnu. The man knew Arjuna did not like him but at least do not show too much and do not be too annoying too.

"Pantesan aja his son rese very much, his father is so," said Vishnu.

The gate of the residence of Aksanta was opened, with full hesitation Vishnu set foot on the floor of the house of Aksanta. Vishnu let out a long sigh, trying to be calmer and not dissolve in fear.

Every step of Vishnu is accompanied by an increasingly rapid heartbeat. He repeatedly set his breath but still the fear could not escape, as if Vishnu's courage was lost without rest.

The main door of Aksanta's house opened, showing there were many humans standing not far from there. Vishnu forced his feet to step inside.

There are many humans with various reactions when Vishnu entered the house. There was Meethila who immediately approached Vishnu and hugged his son passed tightly. There is also Rama who from his gaze said that he still holds anger and resentment towards Vishnu. There are also Grandpa and Grandma Vishnu who look like no matter Vishnu is at home or not. It was as if Vishnu's departure was not a disaster for them. Vishnu's grandfather and Grandmother only considered him as the sole heir of Aksanta, not considering Vishnu as their grandson who deserves the affection of both ancient humans.

"Aren't you, dear? Is anyone sick? Where are you going? You know, mama misses you, mama can't live if there's no you, you're everything to mama, son." From every hug, touch and kiss that Meethila gave to Vishnu, again convinced Vishnu that Meethila remained the only person who cared about Vishnu. Meethila is the most sincere and grateful for the presence of Vishnu in this world.

"Vishnu no papa, Ma. Don't worry, I'm so sorry to panic." These words from Vishnu can at least eliminate the tightness and anxiety of Meethila. But it couldn't shake Meethila's frustration.

Meethila hit Vishnu's arm as he began to loosen the embrace. "Why are you? You crazy? You can leave the house." Meethila started nagging like mothers in general when her son came home late.

"Sorry, Mama. Next time Vishnu no longer gini, really." Vishnu raised two fingers to form the letter V to convince Meethila that this time he would not deny his words again.

"Why did you run away, honey?" tanya Meethila stroked her son's hair mane.

"Surely he would avoid arranged marriages." Not yet had Vishnu issued a word to answer Meethila's question, Rama had already revealed it. Vishnu glanced at Rama, annoyance again filled Vishnu's mind. Indeed, what Rama said was true, but Vishnu was still annoyed at Rama because the man knew the contents of his mind.

Rama began to approach, violently twisting Vishnu's body so that the man faced him.

"Crazy" said Rama. Vishnu kept his head down not daring to raise his eyes and meet Rama's iris.

Highlight the eyes of Rama so sharp, that Meethila had to stand next to Vishnu and stroke Vishnu's shoulders.

"You know what you've done? Do you remember your mistake?" Vishnu did not answer Rama's question, but Rama could see there was a small nod from the man who was bowed in front of him.

"Urus your business is the same Vishnu, do not make a storm." As soon as the words were thrown out and heard Grandpa inviting Grandma to leave the living room. Vishnu peeked at the movements of the two old men from the tail of the eye even though his gaze was still downcast. The two old men only wanted Vishnu as the heir to continue their business, the two old men never really considered Vishnu as a grandson. Given how the indifferent behavior of both parents Rama on him unconsciously made Vishnu's hand clenched.

"You made me lose, Vishnu. How do you pay for this loss." Rama had returned to talking but the interlocutor still lowered his gaze. Rama closed his eyes for a moment before anger completely overpowered this middle-aged man.

"How many times have I said I don't like it when I talk, my interlocutor is down!" Vishnu spontaneously raised his gaze as soon as Rama's clash reached his ears.

"Mas." Rama raises his hand, stopping Meethila's speech. "Don't interfere."

Rama's view began to return to Vishnu. He stared at Vishnu's hazel iris the same as the hazel iris he had. In the look of his son's eyes was tucked away a great fear. However, Rama never cared about it.

"I'm a big loss, Vishnu. Big loss!" Rama began to return to being the Rama Vishnu knew. The anger was overflowing, even when Vishnu had just set foot in the house.

"Because you refused an arranged marriage with his daughter Mr. Satya, he ended his cooperation with me. It makes me a big loss. It's all your fault, if anyone is to blame you are Vishnu Putra Aksanta's man!" Rama's words at the beginning sounded very overflowing but when Rama called the full name of Vishnu the tone began to decline but intonation firmness that Vishnu could understand.

"I hate you, Vishnu. I don't like you every time you make a mistake. You made me and my family name to be ashamed, you made me lose so much that I had to accept the offer of cooperation from Arjuna Dirgantara. Do you know how much I hate Arjuna Dirgantara? But because of you I have to work with him."

Vishnu frowned as Arjuna's name came out. He tried to digest every word that came out of Rama's mouth. The reason Rama was angry was not only because Vishnu refused the match and he lost but when he had to work with Arjuna.

"You're a criminal, Vishnu. You made my life suffer" Rama said.

"Keep Papa what?" Vishnu dispelled the idea that he would be silent and not want to fight with Rama.

"If I'm a criminal hold you what, Mr. Alrama Aksanta."

Rama snorted, pulling the corner of his lips in disbelief at the word coming out of the mouth of his only son. He called his father by name instead of the nickname 'Papa'.

"Get your ethics" pressed Rama.

"I can't keep ethics when Papa makes me battered like a gini." Meethila immediately saw Vishnu intense from head to toe, from his position next to Vishnu.

Rama also saw Vishnu intensely. But Rama's view was locked as soon as he saw a bandage on his son's forehead that he had not realized at all because of the anger that had controlled himself.

"You used violence to bring me home, Mr. Aksanta." Vishnu's hand was clenched. He recalled how Rama's men beat him mercilessly as if Vishnu were not human. How the powerless Vishnu and only Eleena saved him.

"You, why don't you tell me you're hurt." Meethila panicked again, seeing a bandage on Vishnu's forehead and arms. Meethila believes that if the wound that Vishnu got is not just this, there must be others as well.

"Urus your son" said Rama, turning back and stepping away from where Vishnu and Meethila were standing.

"Does Papa want to apologize for hurting me?" Rama's steps stopped when the question was thrown out loud from the lips of Vishnu.

The man glanced at Vishnu at a glance, before he finally refocused his gaze forward. "I don't feel guilty so I don't have to apologize. Besides it's your own fault, I never asked you to leave this house." Rama immediately left when his words were finished he said with a big enough tone so that Vishnu and Meethila whose incident was far behind him could hear.

Vishnu's fist opened. He should have felt anger in his chest was stirring but there was even a sense of tightness and sadness that Vishnu could not express. Vishnu looked at the place where Rama had left him. Not once has he blinked since Rama completely disappeared from sight.

Meethila's hand on Vishnu's palm diverted the man's attention. He looked down that his left palm was being grasped by Meethila.

"You should take a break, we'll go to the room." Meethila invites Vishnu to enter the man's room. "You've eaten, haven't you?"

"Udah, Ma," said Vishnu coinciding with his feet stepping on the floor of the room.

Meethila told Vishnu to sit on the bed, he closed the door of the room Vishnu did not let anyone see the interaction between mother and child. Meethila moves in search of where she keeps the medicine box in Vishnu's room. As soon as the look in his eyes found the whereabouts of the medicine box, Meethila immediately sat down next to Vishnu.

Meethila told Vishnu to lean on the head of the bed. Meethila opened a bottle, she lifted Vishnu's clothes without the permission of the master. Iris Meethila could see there were several bruises in Vishnu's stomach. Meethila had expected that.

Meethila took a deep breath, with all her might holding back the crying that was about to break. He must not look weak in the presence of Vishnu. Meethila's hand moved carefully applying traditional oil on the bruise that was in Vishnu's stomach. Although there is a ringisan coming out of Vishnu, but Meethila still apply the oil until all the bruises in the stomach area of Vishnu wet because of Oil. Meethila took down Vishnu's clothes again, and put the bottle back in place.

"Ma." Vishnu pulled Meethila's hand as she was about to stand up. "Sorry," he-squeer. Meethila just gave a nod, she let go of Vishnu's hand and put the box back where she took it.

Meethila sat down next to Vishnu. "Next time don't run away like this, yes" Meethila said. Vishnu cleared a short. Vishnu placed his head on Meethila's shoulders. "Thank you because Mama loves Vishnu. Vishnu dear Mama, very." Meethila smiled, she stroked the head of her son who was leaning on her shoulder.

"Mama loves you more, son."

Tonight, Aksanta's residence again bears witness to the warm relationship between the child and the mother. The only sane thing this big house has.