My Love My Bride
Ajuka

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The atmosphere is very different in the Salim residence. The couple enjoyed dinner only accompanied by Ajeng, his nephew.

In his silence, Widiya noticed the movements of Ajeng who looked grim. The girl seemed reluctant and did not enjoy her food.

"Jeng, have you called your mama?" ask Widiya.

"Already, Aunt." Slowly follow.

"What did you say? How come you look sad," Widiya asked as she glanced at her husband.

"Mama didn't say anything, Tan. Mama always gets upset when Ajeng calls. It seems like mom doesn't want to be disturbed." Legally.

"Your mother must have her own reasons for behaving that way."

"Maybe," said the brief Ajeng.

"Let's finish the food. Soon your college starts, you need to be healthy. You are young, your future is long. So don't be sad so yeah, got to be excited!"

"Thank you, Auntie."

"What do you want to be, Jeng?" salim asked as he put down his glass of water.

"Married a rich handsome guy, Om. Hehe..."

"Ah, You. Om seriously. Who knows if it can help you make it happen."

"Two-rius, Om. Really, Om want to help? If Om has an acquaintance according to Ajeng criteria, introduce Om."

"Ish, if you're talking about that. Look, Om you're old. Do you want to introduce opa-opa?"

"Oppa, Aunt. Not Opa," said Ajeng with a thin smile.

"That's oppa Korea. What if you get a canned Opa," delik Widiya.

"Related." And his voice, which was filled with the impurity of Salim and his wife.

Ajeng who returned to feed his food tried to hide his smile. There was a sense of haru and also longing to burst into his heart.

For a long time the warmth of the family like this he did not feel. Even so long until he forgot the last time he and his parents sat together to just enjoy a meal.

The night began to dissolve when Ajeng said goodbye to his room. Slowly he opened the window. See the thick of the night in the rain.

He pulled the chair towards the window. He sat with his hand holding his chin. His gaze was directed forward, trying to find a bright light in the pitch-black night.

One breath he threw out was rough. One hand grabbed something in the drawer. After getting it, he took one out of the package.

Sometimes his cheeks blocked his strong suction. Smoke began to billow from his mouth as the cigarette was pinched on both of his fingers.

Ajeng's gaze laughed, remembering his parents who were somehow where they are now. It was too long ago left until it was finally laid down. Here in this house.

Too often he heard the quarrels of his parents. Quarrels because his father who has a mistress, or because his mother who likes to spend time with his friends.

"God." He grinned while again enjoying the cold of the night with the rest of the cigarette on the tip of his lips.

***

Meanwhile on the other side of the house, Widiya was talking to Hesty, her sister. The woman spoke while occasionally rubbing her eyes with a tissue that her husband had proffered.

"Why should it be like that, Hes? You don't want to be alone." His issue.

"It's been Hesty's decision, Ma'am."

"Yes but at least Ajeng should know. Poor him, always misunderstanding you."

"Hesty can't, Ma'am. Hesty could not bear to see Ajeng grieving. Let him be angry at his mother. Hesty's willing, as long as she doesn't see her tears."

Hearing his sister who was sobbing, Widiya also cried bitterly. He could not imagine how sad and lonely Hesty was right now.

"Titip Ajeng yes, Ma'am. Seeing Mbak Widiya who loves Alena very much, Hesty hopes Mbak can also love Ajeng. Please understand Ajeng's attitude, sorry it's been troublesome. Hesty could not possibly entrust Ajeng to Mas Pras." He said while sobbing.

"You don't worry, Ma'am Mas Salim here will love Ajeng as much as our son. But when are you gonna hide all this, Hes? You should be happy because your son wants to be with you."

"Hesty was already happy just by looking at her name on the phone screen. Hesty was happy because she always wanted to hear the news of her mother. For Hesty that's enough, Ma'am."

"Well, if you insist on that. It's night, now you rest huh. Follow what the doctor advises. Remember Ajeng, he misses you. He wants to meet you. You must be strong, sure of your recovery."

"Yes, Mother. Thank you, greetings to Mas Salim." Sneakily.

Widiya sobbed after her call ended. Salim grabbed his wife's shoulder and rubbed the Widiya's head. There were no words he could say to ease his wife's cry. The man could only let Widiya's tears wet his chest.

***

Lain Ajeng and his mother, then others also with Pras and Risa. Tonight they combined love to let go of longing after not meeting long enough.

The middle-aged man gasped with sweat pouring from his forehead. As much as possible Risa held back her disgust. He did not want to make the man who had just talked to him angry.

If Pras does it because of pent-up desire, then Risa does it because she does not want to lose the source of money. Because when you chat with that man, there is another man in his imagination.

"The play is long, Risa likes it." The lie.

"Must dong. If I'm any more lackluster you can cheat."

"No, Risa is a loyal type."

"Heh, the time anyway? Just be careful if you have other men out there."

"Yes, Mas also do not long dong grant Risa's wish. The source of Mas Pras money is a lot, the time is yes Risa asked for goods no matter how long he thought."

"I just want to know, to what extent can you wait patiently."

"Soul waiting, Mas. Until the moss also remains Risa wait." Spoiled talk.

"I'll wait patiently, until I get your replacement. Heh, you think I want forever with an old man like you. You think I don't know, you can play too long because of the medicine you take. It's old still want to play old, have a heart attack just know the taste." His inner.