My Hate, the Water of His Eyes (The End of A Taste)
Serious Talks

"Are you sure you came here alone without anyone knowing?"

"I'm sure, I won't repeat the previous carelessness again."

"Then tell me what you want? We can't take too long, it's not good for you."

"My daughter. I want to meet my daughter. I miss her so much, for too long I have endured the longing to be able to meet and hug her" said a woman in a beach cap with black glasses.

"That's impossible. Just forget him and live your life as usual."

"No. I have to meet my daughter. I just wanted to meet her, I wouldn't say anything, including telling her I'm her mother."

"But-"

"Please, I beg you," the woman said.

The woman cried, begging for her request to be granted. For years she has harbored a longing to meet and embrace the only daughter she gave birth to twenty years ago.

Seven years ago the woman had felt happiness when she knew that she would meet her daughter. Before meeting an accident. The man who was about to take her to see her daughter died when the accident occurred.

His hope was dashed especially when the man who was with him in the car died. The woman cursed him, considering him the cause of death of the man he had loved so much before they finally separated because they did not get blessing.

The woman is Wulandari, the woman who used to fill the heart of Bayu Suntama. The woman that Bayu had to leave in order to carry out his parents' decision to marry another woman named Mila Wijaya.

Farewell because they do not get blessing is not easy when both their hearts love each other. Only time can heal the wounds in their hearts.

Until one day after Bayu married and had their children reunited.

"Are you okay?" ask the man sitting in front of Wulandari.

Wulandari awakens from her daydream. The memories of the past will never be forgotten.

"Do you know, I've closed the meeting on this. There have been many lies that I have done, if not because Mr. Bayu is so good to me and my family, of course I do not want to interfere with your affairs. Let it stay like this, I'm sure your daughter is fine with the Suntama family."

"Please, I really miss her, I'm the woman who gave birth to her, I'm her mother."

"She only knows one mother and it's Jelita. She only knew that the woman she called Jelita was her mother. There's nothing else. One more thing, Syera already knows if Jelita is not the one who gave birth to her but it will not change anything. Mami Jelita is her mother, the woman who raised her. That's enough for Shera."

"You better go. You shouldn't be sure if you won't get caught. I'll be here any minute."

Wulandari dropped her cell phone on the floor, while bending over to pick up her phone she caught a glimpse back and sure enough, she said, two men in black who watched her from afar were sitting in the back seat of the Japanese restaurant she is in.

"If you want your daughter to live like a girl her age and enjoy her youth well then be careful when acting."

Wulandari wiped her tears, she smiled as she walked out of the restaurant like nothing had happened whereas before she was so sad that she cried when her wish was so hard to do.

The woman walked so casually as not to arouse suspicion in the two men who were always watching her. When he was about to start his car engine he remembered something, he got out of his car to return to the restaurant.

The man who had been with Wulandari was still there and occasionally glanced at his watch.

The woman waved her hand followed by her footsteps towards Mr. Ferdy's desk.

Yep. Mr. Ferdy is the man who was with Wulandari and currently he is replying to the hand of a woman named Jelita who is familiarly called Jelita's mother.

Mr. Ferdy was a little surprised because Jelita's mom came half an hour earlier. Fortunately, his meeting with Wulandari was over.

"Haha... I thought I was the one who came deluan but it turns out that Mr. Ferdy is already here."

"Ah, no. I also just arrived," lied Mr. Ferdy.

"Are you sure?" two cups of coffee on the table.

Mr. Ferdy followed the glancing eyes of Jelita's mother and he understood what she meant.

"Oh, this is a former visitor who previously sat here."

Mami Jelita circulated her gaze at the empty tables with a wry expression.

"I'd rather be over here, it's easier to call the waiter," lied Ferdy again.

"I don't ask why you should explain it to me."

The two sat down and called the waiter to order food. Mr. Ferdy and Mami Jelita looked so serious about their conversation. Jelita's mami expression also looked surprised as Mr. Ferdy spoke.

Unbeknownst to them Wulandari who had returned to the restaurant to order food for him to take home undo his intentions when he saw Mr. Ferdy and Jelita's mother. Although only once met but Wulandari will never be able to forget the face of Jelita's mother, the woman he put Syera to him when he was a few months old.

That lady?

Wulandari sat outside the restaurant waiting for Jelita's mom to come out. About an hour later, Jelita separated from Ferdy and left the restaurant.

Mami Jelita did not feel anything strange but without her realizing Wulandari

following the taxi that brought Mami Jelita.

A few months ago when he had the opportunity Wulandari visited Jelita mami bar but he was disappointed because now the bar is no longer operating. Wulandari lost track of Jelita and the opportunity this time will not be wasted. He does not care about anything else, he just wants to be able to meet Syera, his daughter.

The taxi carrying Jelita's mother stopped in front of a small contract. During this time after leaving the bar and storing his belongings in a place suggested by one of Fandy's friends, Mami Jelita rented a small rental.

Because it was difficult to get a new job, Jelita finally accepted Fandy's offer to work at the orphanage where she used to live. At the orphanage Jelita mom did everything she could do that was important to meet her daily needs.

Does he live here?

Seeing that Jelita's mother had entered the house wanted it to feel like Wulandari found her but the car behind her that was boarded by two men who watched her, finally made Wulandari undo her intentions and will come another day but soon.

..........

Upon Wulandari's arrival at home he took the only photo he had with little Syera. She rubbed her little daughter's face, smiling at the thought that it would not be long for her to meet Syera, her daughter.