Love That (No) Blind
Part 7: The Mother-in-Law

[Sara]

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“There is one question that I could not understand until now. About Ibu Mas Agam. He asked me to protect him from his mother. But in front of my mother, she said both her parents were dead. Then, who is the Mother that Mas Agam meant?,” asked Sara to Raka this morning.

“Mother Mr. Agam has indeed died when Mr. was 6 years old.”

It really died, huh? Then ...

“What the Master meant in the agreement was Mrs Widia Kirana, the stepmother of Mr. Agam. Mr. Wirasurya remarried when Mr. was 7 years old.”

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“Oh, it must be Madam,” Mbok Jami said.

Sara doesn't understand. He asked back, “Mrs ... Who is it, Mbok?

“Manya Den Agam.”

DEG!

Sara was wrong. He really did not expect that his mother-in-law would come when Agam was not home.

How should he face it? Agam never even introduced her to his mother-in-law. Never mind being introduced, Sara was sure Agam would not tell her stepmother that she was married. Therefore no parents were present when delivering Agam to his house during their marriage contract. And now how?

Sara immediately dried her hands with a dry washcloth. Then take off her hair tie, tidy up her hair, then tie it again. After that, he almost ran towards the door leaving the kitchen, but then he stopped as soon as he approached the door.

He saw the glass attached to the wall under the hanging kitchen cabinet shelves that displayed his shadow. He panicked back. Tidied up immediately the clothes he wore, flicked his pants as if a lot of dust stuck there – when in fact it is not. Only then did he turn around again and continue on his way to the door.

But then it stopped again right in front of the door. Then shift to the side and hide behind the door wall.

Wait for. Should meet him? Or should I wait for Agam?

But, her mother-in-law is already here now? Cooking is hiding? What's he say later?

“Yang nemenin Agam here anyone?”

“There's me with Jami, Madam.” Mr. Pardi's voice was again heard answering Agam's mother's question. But now, the voice is getting closer.

“Free 2 people?”

“Mboten, Mistress (No, Mistress). There's a security guard, there's a driver too.”

“Yes, that's a little bit of his name, Pardi.”

“Sepurane, Mistress (Sorry, Mistress).”

The clearer their voices are, the closer they are to where Sara is. And the faster Sara's heartbeat sounded to her own ears. Sara was getting nervous, and it was getting harder to decide. Did he have to step outside, or wait for them to step into the dining room?

“Agam yes. He moved house not saying anything. I am worried. If it's this alone, who's dealing with him. It must be a difficulty. Agam never said you want to rent a nurse?”

“Anu, Mistress. Den Agam ... “

Right at that moment, Sara who was standing near the kitchen door saw the figure of a beautiful woman just passing through the door without looking at her. A very beautiful woman even instantly Sara became inferior to herself. The clothes worn by the woman actually support her beauty. It was as if everything in her was a symbol of her beauty.

“... already married, Mistress.”

Pak Pardi's continued sentence turned out to make Agam's mother turn to face Mr. Pardi who walked behind him.

“Ni ... is it?”

And at that moment, the two eyes of Agam and Sara's mother met each other. A pair of extremely beautiful brownish-colored eyeballs were staring at him straight.

Sara was getting nervous. The eyes of Agam's mother seemed to be locking it up to make him unable to move. His two eyebrows almost met and shriveled.

“This Non Sara. His wife Den Agam, Mistress.” Mr. Pardi finally introduced himself to Agam's mother. And the first reaction Sara nodded her head with a slight bow.

“Sara?”

“S-i Sara.”

Sara now saw a change in Agam's mother's eyes. What had been confusion, now turned more sparkling. Although mixed with surprise and wonder, but some of it is a sense of happiness.

“Gosh ... Yeah, God. Agam married? When's? Oh, my God, Agam. You really are Agam's wife?”

Sara smiled awkwardly. How should he behave? It was not her husband who introduced her to the mother-in-law, but a housekeeper. Tell me, how should he react?!

“M-forgive me and M-mas Agam ..”

Sara stopped immediately. Dare not to continue his words. Now what should he call? The mama? Can you? Or ma'am, just like them? What's?!

“Mama ... Call mama, yes,” said Agam's mother as if she knew what Sara was thinking. Now she walked up to Sara, grabbed her hands, then held them gently.

“Mama who apologized for not coming when you got married. Not that my mom won't come. But Mama didn't know that Agam was married. If Agam had told Mama, Mama would have come home soon.”

Agam didn't tell him. Is correct.

“T-it's okay, M-ma ... I was wrong.”

It still feels stiff when Sara calls the woman Mama. It shouldn't be a problem, because she's her mother-in-law anyway.

All because of Mas Agam. He should have introduced her first rather than putting his work at risk. His main goal was his stepmother.

“Sini, here first. Mama wants to chat.”

And Sara's hand has been pulled by Agam's mother. Eagerly, Sara was pulled into the living room. He seemed impatient to talk.

“Sini, sit here,” take Agam's mother while patting the seat of the sofa next to her, a sign that she wants Sara to sit next to her.

Without waiting for Sara to sit down, the next question had already flowed by. Sara slowly sat herself down next to her mother-in-law.

“A-ashara Revalina.”

“Beauty. What a pretty name. I think it's.”

Sara smiled, though it was still awkward.

“My name is Widia Kirana. Call me Mama Widia. Mama can also.”

“Iya, M-ma.” Sara still felt her tongue so stiff when she mentioned the word Mama. He almost hid his face because of that embarrassment.

“Do not hesitate,” said Agam's mother named Widia who still knows what Sara thinks. Widia's two hands gently grasped Sara's hand while occasionally rubbing her slowly.

“Perhaps the way we get acquainted is somewhat .. what is it? Weirdo? But, can't erase the fact that you're my son-in-law.”

Widia, Sara's mother-in-law, was smiling gently at Sara. Making Sara question again, what is the purpose of being Agam's wife?

“Honestly, I was shocked. That's sad. That's my son. But, why did I not even know that Agam was married? I should know this from Mr. Pardi and not from Agam himself,” confided Widia who clearly looks sad and disappointed.

Yeah, especially me, Sara thought.

“What does it say that Agam is not my biological child?”

Sara nodded her head. From Raka, it's the same, right?

“Although he is not my biological child, but he is still my first child. I learned to be a mother because of Agam. So, although I was a bit disappointed earlier, but I was very happy, because again because Agam I so know what it feels like to be a mother-in-law. Have a beautiful daughter-in-law like this.”

Sara blushed for it. She put on a sweet smile because of her mother-in-law's words. The stiff and tense feeling slowly disappeared.

“How old are you?”

“22 years.”

Widia then attacked him with a seductive look. “Haduh, the Agam, kok pinter find a wife. Basic Agam!”

Sara was embarrassed by it.

Uh, but wait. Why blush? Is the marriage not serious?

“The smallest sister of Agam is also female. He is a year younger than you. Now studying fashion in New York, America. His son likes to make clothes.”

And it continues ...

“She's Agam number 2, guy. Now study business in Boston, America too. 8 Years from Agam. Mau nerusin his papa company. So just as Agam was sent to Harvard, the best school he said. But soon they want to go back to Indonesia. School is almost done.”

Just smile. That was all Sara could do as long as Widia told me.

“Have been the last two and a half months, Mama saw her sisters Agam in America. Since Agam went to not know where, Mama often worried about how she was? Especially if you remember the condition of Agam like that. Therefore, her sisters Agam often tell Mama to go there for a vacation, so as not to suck alone at home they said,” Widia's story again.

“Fortunately there is Raka. Raka who often told Mama. But yes, I am still worried. Although Agam age so much, Mama still can not not worry. Mama's been with Agam since she was a kid. Already like Mama's own biological child.”

Sara could feel the sadness of Agam's stepmother from every sentence she said. Nothing suspicious about him. All of her grief seemed real to Sara. So what makes Agam hate this beautiful woman? Widia seems to love Agam. What's wrong with him?

“You were in college? School where?” Widia's next question surprised Sara who was still daydreaming about the questions in her head.

“S-I am just an S1 scholar from an ordinary campus, Ma,” replied Sara who could not hide her inferiority. But indeed, when compared to Widia's story about her children plus Agam with all her habits, Sara is definitely nothing.

“Ah, already, already, the wrong Mama. It doesn't matter. What matters is that I love you. Sorry, yes ..”

This time, Sara laughed awkwardly. Love, huh?

“Try the same story Mama. How's the story you met? How can ..”

“Sorry, Mistress ..”

A man in a shirt and trousers suit, and a black suit suddenly stood before Sara and Widia, and had just cut off Widia's spirited conversation. Widia immediately looked at him annoyed.

“Mrs still have an appointment with Mrs. Lee from PMG Group after this,” continued the man again.

Widia snorted softly, then waved her hand to ask the man to leave. And the man obeyed.

After the man left, Widia's countenance immediately changed, especially as she continued her conversation with Sara.

“She's assistant Mama. Indeed it's his job, disturb people again happy,” said Widia accompanied by laughter. Sara, inevitably, laughed along with him.

“As long as Mama is in America, Mama postpones many meetings with some colleagues. But once Mama heard Agam was back, Mama immediately rushed back. Mama is afraid Agam says again like that time. But, yes, now even found out with them, so maksa ngajak meet. Mom still wants to talk to you. Same Agam also.”

2 Years without word of where the trail is. Somehow could he hide for those 2 years?

“Gini only. Later if Mama is a bit relaxed, we go out together, yes. Lunch, sightseeing, anything. Just the same as you. Later also, do not know when, Mama here again, want to see Agam. Wanna talk. Sorry if in his office sussaah found,” continued Widia again.

Sara could only nod her head.

“Sara want yes road same Mama?”

“I-iya, Ma.”

Widia still continued to babble this and that during their journey towards the car that was going to deliver her. Sara continued to be next to him answering with a nod or a sash of her head and accompanied by a smile. Even though he was in the car, the window glass was lowered to be able to talk to Sara.

When the car drove and disappeared at the turn then Sara could breathe with relief.

The first impression Sara had of Agam's mother, Widia Kirana was not a bad impression. That woman was so fun. From the story, it is clear how he loved his children, including Agam. If you ask who is wrong? Sara will directly accuse Agam.

2 Years of going without telling where the destination is, how it is, obviously it is a crime, especially in the parents who raised him so far.

So the question now, Sara's job is to protect Agam from what? From Widia? Wh why? What should be protected from Widia?