Marrying Sergeant Major
~ 72 ~
I held Lala's tiny hand after we got off the car in the courthouse. There's no Bima mas with us, but it doesn't scare me a little. I was even very enthusiastic about the trial this time, because I was sure what I had told, my sentences implied by an incitement to Lala, would make Mbak Hana and Gesya silence her mouth.
Not to mention the video when Bima said goodbye, and also the lab results stating about my pregnancy, it will all be used to fend off the prejudice from the party mbak Hana that my household runs harmoniously, and Lala lives in a healthy family environment, filled with love and happiness.
Although I feel objected because my private affairs with Bima mas exposed, but want how else, for the sake of Lala I did have to prove to the judge that they had misjudged about my household.
"What's this place, bun? What museum?" lala asked as we stepped into the three-story building.
"No son, this is a court. A place to meet someone"
"Who do we meet?"
I didn't answer right away, I'd rather take Lala to a bench to explain that we'd meet Gesya and Mbak Hana.
"Sit down, son"
Lala and I both sat on the long bench on the court porch.
"We want to meet onty Hana and onty Gesya, son" I said that made Lala immediately blink.
"Mother wants to take Lala to onty Hana yes, mother wants Lala to stay with onty Hana? Onty Hana, Lala's mom, onty Gesya also said Lala should stay with onty Hana"
"Lala wants to stay with onty Hana?" I asked back.
"Lala does not want to bun" he said shaking his head with a distinctive tone will cry.
"If Lala does not want to stay with onty Hana, Lala is talking well with onty Hana"
"Yes mother"
"Lala don't be afraid" I said as I rubbed her cheeks that were wet with dewdrops from her eyelids. "See your mother's hand?" this time I showed her my hand which was holding her small hand. "Hand Lala this, will continue like this, so Lala will not be afraid later"
"Mother didn't tell Lala to stay with onty Hana, did she?"
"No dear, even mother peing Lala can continue to live with the same father mother"
"Promise" Lala poked out her little finger. "Mother won't tell Lala to stay with Mama Hana?"
"Mother promise son" I hooked my little finger with Lala's little finger.
A few seconds later, I smiled hoping that my smile would reduce the fear my little daughter felt.
"We're in now?"
"Eugh" Lala nodded despite the doubt and fear.
Just as Lala and I got up from our seats, suddenly a pair of neutrals saw Gesya walking towards us. It wasn't long before that woman stood in front of me and Lala.
"Hi onty's nephew"
"Hi onty" Lala looked up, then kissed the back of her onty hand.
"How's Mama Hana's son doing?" ask her while peeping Lala's face.
"Good onty" Sahut Lala smiled. "said mother we want to see ya onty?"
Instead of answering, Gesya continued to shower Lala's face with a kiss.
"Onty miss Lala"
Honestly I feel disturbed by his attitude, I do not like my daughter in the rain of kisses like that. I was jealous, but could not protest it because the relationship between Gesya and Lala was thicker compared to me which was only limited to mother continued. I could only shut up while watching both of them.
Satisfied with kissing Lala's face, the woman stood up, then focused her sharp bead onto my netrau.
"Little kids will never lie, Bi. He must have told her the condition of his house according to what he saw"
"I know, and let's see who Lala chose"
"It's not about Lala's choice" she cut with confidence. "It's about how bad your household is, and Lala will tell us everything"
"Don't feel like winning before playing" I said smiling sideways. "And don't be too confident" I held Lala's hand, before I actually lifted and stepped my foot, I again brought our gaze together.
"Oh yeah, one more Gesya!" I said cynically, with a gaze fully highlighting the neutrality of the woman who was filled with arrogance. "Loving the husband of that person is sick, let alone the husband of model Bima, he will never be interested in you. If it were still insistent, there would be much condemnation rather than happiness. Trust me, continue your life well, without ruining the happiness of others. Remember, insisting on seizing Bima mas from his partner will only give you a dirty stamp, grabbing a partner of people, and various other terrible nicknames"
"You think I care?"
"No wonder, you are a shameless woman" I replied as casually as possible.
"Fuck you, Bi!"
I responded with a slanted smile. "Let's go in!" I stepped over without regard for his flushed look holding back in fury. Carrying Lala who looked confused by my sentence that she did not understand.
"Mother's fighting the same?" his great-grandson.
"What is the face of the mother sour? Like a father who wants to be angry?"
"Yes?" Lala turned her head and looked up, while I looked down while continuing to stretch my legs. "Mother was smiling at onty"
"Means you don't fight the same onty dear"
"But his face onty Gegey was spooky bun, like halloween"
"Hust.. Can't say that, son"
"But Lala is right bun. That creepy onty face?"
I looked back at the smile, then looked straight ahead, pointing at the foot that would soon reach the courtroom.
Very creepy kid, nagging incarnation mak attached.
Seriate...