MY LOVELY, SAHARA
Chapter 2 - My first breakheart (Cakra )

"However? Come back," take Sahara.

The girl smiled her sweetest smile while pulling Cakra's hand down the rose garden and some flowers beside the parlour.

"Western..." Call Cakra.

Sahara turned, "hm, huh?" furrowing his brows looked at the confused Cakra.

"Seventeen years ago third class dong, huh?"

Sahara nodded, "yes but I was confused, like after graduating straight away from work."

"Oh" said Cakra. He followed the Sahara back into the home.

"You are rich brother and sister" exclaimed Kinanti smiling at the familiarity of Sahara and Cakra.

Arimbi also smiled, not long ago Revelation and Nana served a simple meal to eat together. Of course Sahara did not shut up, he went straight to the dining table that was in dispute with the living room and helped his sisters.

Cakra sat, he preferred to observe the Sahara from a distance. Until his eyes fell as Kinanti patted his shoulder gently, "do you like the Sahara?" ask Kinanti.

Cakra fell silent, then shook his head slowly in response.

"Related?" ask Kinanti again. He knew his son was an adult, had begun to be able to distinguish where the feelings of affection and where the feelings of love.

"School that really used to be Cakra, later if you can make your own money then you can date."

"Hehe, yes Ma."

Kinanti and Cakra spend their Sunday at the parlour. Without knowing if someone is now angry and rampaging at home because they do not find their whereabouts.

"Always, always to the parlors, parlors and parlors! Can not Sunday stay at home and serve the husband, long I destroyed also the parlour," cried Lendra furiously.

Joan and Bibi could only look at each other and raise their shoulders as if the code was to let their Master vent their frustration.

"So what did you order Jo?" ask Lendra.

"Anu, Sir! I'm just saying I want to go to the same house with Den Cakra" said Joan.

Brakkkk...

Lendra slammed the chair, grabbed her car and left the house.

Until night falls and returns, Lendra still does not find Kinanti at home. That made Lendra explode with anger and become.

Tinnn...

Joan opened the gate, letting the car in.

Arriving at the trunk, Kinanti and Cakra looked at each other.

"Your father is home!" Kinanti.

"Hm, yes Ma!"

They entered, but were greeted by Lendra's horror gaze when he reached the living room.

"Mas is home?" ask Kinanti flat.

"Where are you guys?" Ask Lendra in a cold tone.

"From the parlor, Pa! We'll always be there once a month." Cakra replied with a feeling of anxiety.

"Hm, then. Go into the room and clean up. Papa wants to talk to mama."

Cakra nodded, just as he closed the door of his room. The noise sounded deafening.

Plakkkp...

A slap directly landed on Kinanti's cheek, Lendra slapped it hard until the heat instantly ambushed the cheek of the beautiful middle-aged woman.

"Certain Mas? You think I should stay home waiting for you when you're busy with ja lang out there?" shouting Kinanti.

"Nineteen years we're together, I'm trying to keep myself from getting sick. I'm trying to understand your mistakes! Whatever it is. But now? Little thing you've slapped me," cried Kinanti. Her tears trickled, along with the wounds that Lendra kept incising.

"Hehhhh, you should be glazed! Have you served me well, I'm tired of you always blaming beautiful women out there. While you? See yer? Gorgeous huh? Even poor men out there can see clearly which women are beautiful or not" said Lendra.

"So because of that, you only think of your passions and desires without thinking of the Cakra!" reply to Kinanti.

"Cakra is mature enough, he can accept the reality well if Mama and her Papa are not in love with each other." Lendra grinned.

Deg.

I freeze, this is the end of it all. Surviving will only make the heart hurt more. Complaining with parents Mas Lendra was useless because they always asked Kinanti to understand her husband's affair.

Lendra slammed the door and left after blowing up her anger. While Cakra was stunned behind the door of the room.

"My first heartbreak" murmured Cakra. Trembling he opened the door handle and approached the sobbing Kinanti.

"Cakra" cried Kinanti. With a vibrating body Kinanti held the cheek of Cakra.

"Mommy's child is an adult, you already know which one is good for you and which one is not for you! Mama's sorry, if mama can't be the best mom un-"

"Ma, I already know everything Ma! Already know. Stop harboring it yourself, Ma!" Cakra hugged Kinanti, silently clenching his hands tightly.

He is, Bayu Cakrawala. The eighteen-year-old still sits in third grade High School. In the days leading up to graduation, he even found a great quarrel between his parents. Sometimes, Cakra to think what kind of man he called Papa is out there? Was good? Is deserved?

Cakra lost a role model, he no longer expected affection from Lendra since seeing with his own eyes some time ago his father hit the Mama. Not to mention the noise every time Lendra asked him to go into the room. The house that was originally the place where Cakra took shelter actually now feels engap, tightness and heat. If Cakra had a little courage, then leaving the house full of glass fragments scattered is very easy.

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The morning was cold, Cakra's kisses heard the sound of her mother cooking in the kitchen. Although not a CEO drop, Cakra's life is quite decent. His father worked as a manager of one of the property companies, while Mama was a housewife whose day was occupied by cathering business. Combined with pans and pans, as well as the smell of cooking spices every day.

"Ma," said Cakra down the stairs after tidy up in his High School uniform.

"For Mama's son, it's a neat handsome bin! Want to go now?" ask Kinanti with a big smile, as if there were no burdens.

"Father,--"

"Papa didn't come home, so this is it!" cut Kinanti.

Cakra approached, then hugged Kinanti from behind like a spoiled child in general.

If the age of Cakra has started to fall in love with beautiful girls, but not with the young man.

Kinanti was the first love of her life, so in Cakra's mind was how to make her current Mama happy?

"Cakra leaves first, Mama take care of herself huh? If anything is immediately reported." Cakra kissed Kinanti's hand and bid farewell.

"Yes, be careful, baby. Mama's okay as long as there's you" exclaimed Kinanti.

Cakra departs, he tells Aunt and Mr. Joan to take care of his mother when the father returns home and runs amok. With his motorbike, he went out of the housing complex to Bina Bangsa High School.

Another with the Sahara, every second looks at the chakra-giving necklace that hangs around the neck of its ranks. Sometimes a lot of questions arise, why is Cakra as good as it is to him? To an orphan girl like the Sahara.

Especially Miss Kinanti! Mama Cakra was always giving his help to the mother and sisters so as not to lack food. Starting from money for additional school fees, rice, milk and other ingredients that are sometimes always brought directly from Semarang.

My first breakheart: my first heartbreak.

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Duhlah, mensad once Brother Cakra has a bad Papa🥺