Love and the Past
The Part 164
Going home from school like the original plan, Azka departs with Tari in a car, while Inti Avegas rides their respective motorcycles. They arrived in Bandung the next night.
Before visiting, they rented a hotel around the hospital where Salsa was treated. If the others choose to rest for a while, not with Azka who immediately paid attention to her Mama to see Salsa in the hospital.
Already knowing where the location of the Salsa nursery, Azka just went to the 6th floor without asking again at the receptionist.
When the elevator opened she found Mama Reni standing outside. Azka thin smile.
"Auntie." Azka was about to grab Reni's hand. However, the middle-aged woman went to hide her hand.
"What are you doing here? If you want to see my son, you better go home!" expel Reni.
Azka was not surprised to see Reni's response, she had expected this from the beginning. No mother likes if her child is insulted what else by the parents of the male party.
"Sorry Papi I'm aunty," said Azka.
Reni smiles knot. "I'm sorry it's so easy, son, that it's hard to forget. Tell your father he doesn't have to bother separating you, because I myself will forbid my son from being in contact with his son. I never told anyone to take care of anything else to keep Salsa."
Reni took a deep breath. It feels congested every time Salsa heats up for the same reason.
"August ...."
"Sorry ma'am, can we talk for a moment" said a woman Azka knew very well.
She is Dance. The woman followed her son because she wanted to see Salsa's condition. A little sad to see his son hated by his own lover's parents.
So this is how it feels when our children are treated badly by others? Inner Dance wondered.
"Don't Mami want a break?"
"Go son, Mami wants to talk to mama Salsa first," said Tari softly.
"Why come back, Ma?" salsa asked without changing her position. "Salsa doesn't papa herself, just briefly Rio came."
"Mama" said Salsa when there was no truth when he faintly heard the door scream. Moreover, he saw the shadow of someone passing by.
With great difficulty, Salsa changed her sleeping position to be on her back and was surprised to find Azka standing next to the brangkar.
"A ... The azka? What the hell is you doing here? Is my speech not clear?" salsa asked in a sharp tone.
Azka flinched, researching Salsa's body which was much thinner than the tarakhi they met. "Obviously, very clearly, so I came here to see you. You don't want to hear about my change in the capital?" Azka pulled out a chair to sit next to the gurney.
"Thank you, thanks to your words yesterday, I managed to change even if not much. You know, I don't touch nicotine anymore, nor do I have illegal drinks. It turns out that the method you provided was very useful." Azka continued to babble, not giving Salsa a bit of blame to speak.
"But because of your method I must lose ...."
Salsa further sharpens its sense of refreshment. Waiting for the continuation of Azka's story. He misses the figure of a man who is shaking his hand. He is happy to hear Azka can change without him. Also sad, because Azka did not hate him.
He wanted Azka to hate him, so he could leave without hurting Azka.
"Wait for the continuation of my story, hm?"
"I am sad, because I have to waste money to buy paper," said Azka with a face deliberately irritated.
Salsa looked to the side, unable to hold back a smile.
You rich man, you can wear used paper, no need to be empty.
Salsa sneered even if only in the heart. Her heart was getting better seeing Azka by her side.
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