
"And you can also benefit from this, really?"an Iqbal circus with the corners of the lips drawn upwards, forming a cynical smile.
"What do you mean, son Iqbal?" rina's face changed.
"What do you mean to say that you sold Lisa to me on purpose, believing that I would make her happy? isn't your original goal not that? you just want to save yourself from debt, not for Lisa's happiness. Stop pretending to be a good mom. You want to be okay with Lisa, because there's another meaning, right?" iqbal's innuendo slaps Rina, indirectly.
"You don't just talk! I really love my son" Rina said.
"So what if I just give Lisa back to you, and ask you to pay your debts?" Lina froze, unable to say anything hearing Iqbal's words. "If she's not married to Lisa, why am I here? and where did I get that kind of money to pay my debts? nay! this should not happen," Rina implied with a panicked look on her face. While a cynical smile, still faithfully perched on the corner of Iqbal's lips.
"That means you're playing with a wedding called Iqbal,"
"Remember, Ms. Rina, I'm not married to your daughter, still 'want'. So, I'm not playing with marriage at all. It is precisely you who make fun of marriage, seize people's husbands, and after that leave the husband when your husband falls down." circus Iqbal. "And if you really are a good mother, go on, prove it! pay off your debts, and I'll give Lisa back to you, "pick Iqbal firmly. In fact, she was afraid that Rina would accept her request, which meant that her marriage to Lisa would be threatened with failure.
Lisa stared, Rina mamahnya with a look of hope, hope mamahnya, respond to Iqbal's request, so that she was free and did not need to marry the man she did not love at all.
"Well, come on, Mah. Pay your debt now. Didn't Mamah already sell houses in Bali? the money should be enough to pay off the debt, ma'am, "please Lisa with a hand that holds the hand of her mother Rina.
Lina brushed off Lisa's hand, and said "Mommy, can't do it. If the money I give to Iqbal, the mamah money will run out dong, mamah can go crazy if you don't have money." Said Rina, shaking her head.
Lisa suddenly inched back away from Rina with both eyes that were covered with clear liquid. She did not expect to hear that her own birth mother was more afraid of not having 'money' than being afraid of losing her own daughter. Meanwhile, Iqbal smiled, feeling victorious because he had managed to show Lisa, his mother's true character.
"You heard it yourself, didn't you, Lisa? he doesn't really love you. And as long as you know, I don't really intend to buy you.It's just my alibi, so I can be with you. Why did I say that day that I was helping you? you want to know why? because that day I pretended to be good by paying your debt, to an old man.Today your mother, actually intended to sell you to the old man. Luckily I was there and heard it. I was wrong, doing the same thing to ensnare your mother, in the name of debt to get you and saying that I would make you my mistress. I did that, because I knew, if I honestly wanted to make you my wife, you'd use you again. But, deep in my heart, I do not consider you to be a merchantable item at all. I consider you an object like a diamond, which is very valuable, which I cannot waste." Iqbal said at length, with fiery eyes and seemed sincerity in those eyes.
Lisa felt touched to hear Iqbal's words, but she didn't want to completely believe it. He looked back into the bead of the eye, Iqbal to look for lies there. However, he did not find the lie at all.
"How much debt? let me try to pay it.I also want this house sold, so I can pay the debts. And you don't have to marry Lisa, son Iqbal!" mutia suddenly shouted.
Lisa stared at Mutia, gasping at the woman's words. He did not expect, if the care was not the mother who gave birth to him but the woman who had been hurt by her own mother.
"Non-not necessary, Auntie! I'm still married to Lisa. Didn't I just say that I never considered him an item?"
"But Lisa doesn't love you. And I don't want to, Lisa got married because she had to, Son Iqbal." Mutia said sincerely from the heart, making Iqbal stupefied, silenced not to speak anymore.
"Then, Auntie does not have to return the money. Because if I take back the money, it means, you know, I've really bought Lisa." Iqbal looked lethargic, not excited at all.
"I'll marry you!" chirp Lisa, decide firmly.
Iqbal, Mutia and Rina turned to look at Lisa.
"But, Son ...."
"This time I don't have to, Mah! Lisa smiled sincerely towards Mutia.
"Meanwhile, I don't have to pay the debt anymore, do I? and you're willing to forgive mama, right?" not knowing the shame, Rina again opened her voice.
Lisa sighed and turned towards Rina. "Yes, Mamah's debt is paid off. Now you can get out of here!"
"Sorry Mamah! I don't think my future husband likes living with us. Not only my future husband, I might not feel comfortable, if you live with us." Iqbal smiled and his heart flowered to hear Lisa call him a future husband.
"So, ma'am, stay alone. Mamah still has money that can be used to buy a simple house and open his own business for the survival of mamah later." added Lisa, without staring at Rina.
"Your mother does not want to! what kind of child can you live in a luxurious house, while the mother who gave birth to you, you let live in a simple house? want to be your bad boy?" Iqbal clenched his hands together, hearing that shameless remark of Rina.
Lisa snorted, annoyed. "Don't take it, you're the one who gave birth to me, but your love is not sincere, you're just using me" said Lisa coldly.
"But ...."
"But what is Rina's mother? do you want to say, if in fact you no longer have money, because the money from the sale of houses in Bali has also been spent at the gambling table?" iqbal's sudden questioning made both Lisa's netra grow bigger, in disbelief.
"Th-that's not true! you don't slander me!" Lina looks nervous.
"I know everything, Miss Lina. You came back to Jakarta because you heard that I was going to marry your daughter. You hope, Lisa will forgive you, and invite you to stay with us, so that you can return to a happy life like before." Iqbal said directly into the heart of Rina, who was, so he couldn't answer at all.
"You can bring this card. Inside was 50 million dollars. You can contract a home, and make a small business with that money. But, never again do you disturb Lisa's life." said Iqbal with a very sharp eye.
"Why did you give only 50 million? do you have a lot of money? can't you give more? 500 Million for example. So that I could buy a decent house," said Rina, completely shameless.
"Mamma! you should be grateful to have been given that much money. Better get out of here! I'm really embarrassed by your behavior!" exclaim Lisa with a rising tone of voice.
"You're expelling Mamah?" Rina did not accept.
Lisa took a deep breath and threw it back into the air. Lisa closed her eyes, and said firmly "Yes!"
"You better leave my house now, dear Mother Rina!" Mutia opened her voice, being annoyed with Rina who was completely shameless.
Rina moved out while stomping her feet.
"You're going to pick me up, for a bridal suit fitting, right? you wait here, I'll change clothes first!" Lisa left, after Iqbal nodded his head.
"Do you love Lisa, Iqbal?" mutia asked after Lisa's body completely disappeared.
"What aunt, doubt me? I have loved him for 10 years. But unfortunately, he doesn't remember me at all.Kevin already knows this, Tan. She is the woman who keeps me motivated to succeed Auntie." Iqbal said with a faint smile.
"Alright, Aunt believes in you! Maybe now you don't have time to explain, the truth to auntie. But I'll just ask Kevin right away."
"Oh yeah, Kevin's still in the office huh Tan?" tanya Iqbal switched the conversation.
"Oh, he had permission not to enter the office. He took his wife to the hospital. It's been yesterday - yesterday I told him to go to the hospital but he always didn't want to, because he reasoned that he just caught a cold. But Aunt was suspicious, so I forced her to go to the hospital. Hopefully there's good news today." Mutia smiled with glaring eyes, imagining what she expected to be accomplished.
Tbc