My wife Canduku
the past, let it be the past..

"In, Rio how long has it been in Yogya?" Ask Laras.

This morning, Inca, Laras, and Andreas, were sitting at the dinner table.

"It's been 8 days, Ma," the Inca replied with breakfast.

Forehead The barrel frowns, "Old cow?"

"Yesterday in Yogya was a lot of trouble, Ma." Now the Andreas turn that sounds.

Every time Mario stayed in another city, the Inca always stayed at Andreas's residence, because Andreas' house was more lively. The treatment of both Mario's parents to the Inca, like a real child, added the servants who were like friends to him. Makes the Inca comfortable in the residence.

"The signal network there is disconnected, up to several regions. Maybe because of that, Mario had to stay there for a long time to finish." Clearly Andreas, so that the two women in front of him did not worry.

It is true, that this happened, making Mario's head want to break. Job problems, not to mention Sasha and her daughter. Fortunately he has an assistant like Dhani who can be relied on. How many times has Dhani accompanied Sasha in the hospital to represent Mario who never finished his work.

"Oh that's it." The word Laras responds to Andreas's words.

"Yes, Pa. The inca understands. We also often video call." Say Inca with a smile. Andreas also smiled.

"It's a holiday, where aren't you, In? Laras asked his son-in-law again, after finishing breakfast.

"Today, Inca ain't no show out, Ma. Just a promise to nemenin sukma clean up plants and warehouses."

"What's the warehouse doing, In?" Andreas asked, with a glance of Laras.

"Yesterday, the Inca had entered the warehouse and there were some paintings. Can the Inca ask for a good one or two to put in the Inca boutique, Pa, Ma? It looks like Andreas and Laras are remembering something.

"Oh that's Ma, the Boy's paintings." Andreas.

"Oh, yes. Ponakan papa, who maksa asked to buy all his paintings, so that he said success by his father. But I don't like art either." Laras laughs.

"Boy, Ma?" Ask Inca, because the name is familiar to her ears.

"Yes, Mario's cousin Boy. He knows you, In. Not your schoolboy friend."

"Oh, yes. Geez it turns out it's all Boy's paintings. It turns out the world isn't as wide as a moringa leaf huh, Ma. Indeed, from High School, it's been a great deal of painting talent."

"Yes, if so, Mama stay in. Mama's with Papa no business first." Laras and Andreas left the Inca and the Inca to welcome the hand of his two in-laws.

The Inca went in, and there was Sukma ready to take orders from the Inca.

"Suk, we finish the warehouse first!" Sukma nodded and followed the steps of the Inca.

Inca eyes look sparkling, when they see various paintings there. The Inca were not so close to Boy, only they had ever been one class, and on several occasions, Boy had shown his hand-streaks to the Inca. The Inca loved Boy's hand-drawn strings which were perfect.

The Inca opened the painting in a dusty white cloth. It looks like the painting is done by itself, in a very unreachable corner. The painting measures 1 meter in length and width.

"Who is this woman, Suk? Ask Inka, after opening the cloth and showing a painting drawing a man hugging his woman from behind, and the man is Mario.

"Oh, this is his first ex-girlfriend with Mario, Non" Sukma said hesitantly.

"I remember, this painting was given den Boy, when den Mario was his birthday. Then, you get angry and put this painting here." said Sukma again.

"Oo. What's his name, Suk?" Inca felt the face of the woman clearly imprinted on the painting.

"Hm.. If it's wrong, it's Sasha. He's Mario's girlfriend from High School, keep them breaking up and Mario's jerking off that frustration."

Inka is increasingly curious about this woman, so much love Mario to him, until he gets frustrated? Curious, but there was a bit of pain also in his heart, hearing the fact that there was once someone special in Mario's heart. Inka thought, Mario was known by playboy because he had not found a suitable heart patch, not because as an impingement of his love that ran aground.

"You know the story Suk?" The Inca looked at Sukma's face.

"I don't know exactly, Non. When I started working in this house, den Mario was sick, which I know, den Mario got what's his name, 'ulu heart?"

"Livers?"

"Well, yes it's Non. His liver with Mario is swollen from drinking beer often, due to that frustration. But now Mario has Non-Inka, as his last port." Sukma grinned himself with the words at the end of his sentence.

"So, you know." Inca smile.

"Yes is rich song rocking ngebor tuh, Non. Let the past be the past.."

"Udah, sing again. Help me bring this one, same!" Inka pointed to two beautiful paintings according to him, which he will display in his boutique lobby.

"Ready, Non."

Then the Inca found a box. The box is quite large, there is a lock key, but it is not locked. The Inca opened it slowly, it turned out that the contents of the box were all photos of the togetherness of Mario and his first lover. There were some objects there as well, such as a pendant with a photo of both, a heart-shaped waker clock, and some handwritten letters of the woman. Inka believes, this woman is very special for Mario.