My happiness is simple
Heart to Heart

"Is it still sick dev?" Ask Dina upon arrival at Devan's house.

"Yes. You have to take care of me baby, until I recover can just go home" said Devan fashion spoiled with dimples formed cheeks.

Dina threw away a puffed-up face, "it hurts your own fault. But you're demanding on me a lot"

"If you hadn't left last night, I wouldn't have come after you" Devan said.

Ms. Sandra came to break "already... What the hell are you guys, just to the house has been fighting so early".

"Mahs... Dina make my legs hurt again, she asked me to run" Rajuk Devan was shameless.

"It's been... You're Devan's man, don't be spoiled by the wife-to-be. Let's eat ! Mama has cooked a lot" Ms. Sandra then took Dina who was invited as a prospective daughter-in-law.

" Baby. wait." cried Devan, making Ms. Sandra immediately hit her shoulder.

Plaques

Devan grimaces, sulks at Dina. The girl came back to him, saw him walk. On the left there is Dina on the right there is her mother. But in Devan's mind, she still thought of him there, who was with her husband.

"You're aunty back home why not say, mama must cook for herself. Be careful if you don't spend it" grumbled Ms. Sandra, holding her son.

After breakfast together, Dina pamit home delivered by driver Bu Sandra.

"Van mamah wants to talk" looked at Ms. Sandra seriously.

"What's the mah ?"

"Replace the office car you're thinking about using your savings !" Ketus Ms. Sandra.

"Yes calm"

"Where's your car ? Why borrow Doni's "

"Brought an image" Devan answered briefly.

"Since when ? My mom hasn't seen " in a long time "

"From before the accident"

"Request again!. don't let it be so mena. He's not who we are"

"Hhm yes"

"WHEN ?" ask Ms. Sandra.

"Yes tomorrow"

"Don't tar sok tar your sok. I want to get this woman's portrait"

"Yes mah" replied Devan lazy, just do it first.

He himself was lazy to meet the image, apparently because of the fire with Citra, he had to lose his lover. For two years it was safe, he thought.

"What is the question ?" Devan is about to get out of his chair.

"Vane..." Lirih Bu Sandra's.

"Any more mah ?"

"Bag gardener Doni why until you bring it ?"

"That's mah... Mmmm.buckin' in his car"

"But the bag was in Reno's car, he also had time to lock you in the room. What really happened Van be honest !"

"Bright..."

Devan moved out of his chair, approaching the mother sitting opposite him.

He hugged the woman he loved so much, as if to pour out what could never be revealed. About his feelings, about his desires, about his unwillingness to obey the rules of the mother.

Ms. Sandra's tears were dripping, she now knew what the child was feeling. Yes, his son was in love with a woman who was eventually captured by a man whom he had always regarded as his rival. He must have vented it.

Ms. Sandra was silent unmoved, trying to shake off her premonition. Perhaps it was wrong and that was not what his son was about to say.

"I love him mah"

Deg

Stuffy... Yeah.it feels claustrophobic. The heart of a mother who does not hurt to see her child cry for others who turned out to be special in her heart. While he was vehemently opposed, he also gave a bright path to separate his son from the idol.

Rice has already become porridge, can not be turned into a lump of rice again or even into rice grains again.

Not Miss Sandra selfish is not it, in the knowledge that her nephew is more able to appreciate women then he restui only, after all, Mr. Wijaya does want Sania to be her son-in-law because he and his father Sania are old friends.

At that time Ms. Sandra visited the hospital to visit her father, at that time all was negotiated.

He also thinks the same, wants Devan to be paired with Dina, the daughter of his best friend and also a confidant of the late husband first. Dina's father was Papa Devan's confidant who died also in an accident.

"Let's take Mama to your room" asked Ms. Sandra, then helped Devan step into her room.

Devan breaks down in the mother's lap.

Ms. Sandra's hand stretched out, gently stroking Devan's head hair on her lap.

"Darling, my mom asked me to look into your future. Let go of what you can't get, open a new leaf!" Pinta Bu Sandra advises Devan.

When Devan woke up, he looked at his mother. "Bright..."

Not continued, because staring at the mother's sad bead will only make her cry. A second later he lay down again, put his mother's hand as before and preferred not to see the face of the man who had given birth to her.

"Please give me a little more time mah, who knows Rangga died and Sania became a widow"

Ms. Sandra flinched, pulling her hand "VAN... He's your brother, why don't you wish him well"

"For this time I will give up... I'll take it even once it's Rangga's ex".

"Devan..." Lirih Bu Sandra did not understand the way her son thought.

Ms. Sandra shook her head "then let Dina go, don't give her false hope"

"Don't, my own mother thrust it at me"

Ms. Sandra's neck was choked, her lips were too faint to say "get rid of your ego Van, you're all grown up. There will be a lot of heart you hurt if you behave like this"

"I won't hurt anyone" Devan replied lightly.

"Vane..."

"Bright... Follow my will this time, mah"

Because it's always been obeyed, so you're like this, son. Sesal Ms. Sandra.

"Pity Dina if you keep hoping for someone's wife"

"No, he knew it from the beginning"

"Then you made Dina give in to you, you're so selfish Van"

"It's not so mah.."

"That's when Van. Mama ran out of words" Ms. Sandra held back her tears.

"If you can't choose one, then you'll lose both".

"Mother's prayers mustajab mah, say good to your son !"

"I always pray the best for my son. But in reality, he was even able to change all my prayers. I want the best for my son only way"

Devan wakes up, hugging his mother who has now shed her tears.

"Devan can't promise me mah... But if Devan is fooled by Dina according to the wishes of the sincere Mama Devan".

Ms. Sandra parsed Devan's embrace, maybe it's too late. Talking from heart to heart between a mother and a child takes a long time and a quiet soul. Maybe at this time Devan's mind is turbulent not in line with his heart. Even he is able to string words that make the tightness of the mother's chest.

Whether she should in what way advise him, it seems that his selfishness has already frozen as hard as a rock. What else will Devan do to achieve his goal, Ms. Sandra did not want to guess. Because according to Devan, a mother must always say and pray that is fine for her child.

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