Om Pamungkas
apprehensive

Ana is busy washing dishes, while Ratih is busy helping mak Karso sweep the backyard.

" Said night night can't nyapu mak?" tanya Ratih takes a big plastic for garbage.

" depends on the intention.. All that there is prayer, until.mbak Ratih into it only.." said mak Karso, said,

" emoh ah mak, I want to travel by sidean.. Ben sampean iso cepet.. Saknoo. (no mak, I want to help mak.. So that they can sleep soon.. Cassian.)",

" kasian opo tho. only nyapu mbak, soon I also rest..

Ratih's mom and Pam's sleeping here?" ask mak Karso,

" go home, mother.."

" why don't you sleep here, I miss masakno until morning mbak..",

Ratih smiled hearing that, though,

" if Pam's day off I sleep here.. Oh yeah, Pam's here a lot, mom..?"

" no, come here often.. Ma'am Sekar is also often here now..",

Degs.. Ratih was silent for a moment, it felt bad, not happy when he also often came here, actually why the woman was often here.

" mak's time?" ask the heart coach, heart,

" yes mbak, ndak know what business, I think nemuin mas hendra, but no mas hendra also often here, mbak sekar it's javanese yes, how can the language of Java?"

" uh.. Ndak tau mak, he said originally java, but wander along with his brother, his brother,

Continues to.. Who are you talking to here, Mak?"

" yes same father with mother, if fitting there is a husband until yes with a husband sampean." replied mak karso plain.

But mak Karso did not know, if the answer made Ratih feel uncomfortable.

Ratih saw the middle room, everyone was talking there, including Sekar.

With a lazy step Ratih instead chose to walk to the kitchen and sit on the dining table chair.

Her mother who was warming the water silently watched her.

" Why again? Tired? Just sleep here." said his mother,

" mom?" not answering Ratih instead called his mother with a dubious voice,

" hemm." answered his mother, take a glass and a cup.

" When is it here often ma?" finally, Rath asked,

" good enough." answered his mother casually,

" for what? That is to say.. What business is it?"

There's no harm in him being familiar with our family anyway?" his mother smiled, took a pinch of green tea and placed it in a cup.

" he's someone else ma, don't be too familiar, Ratih is worried.." hasn't finished talking, Ratih,

" rats..." Ana looked at her daughter seriously.

" what am I worried about Sekar? As long as he doesn't harm us, mama can't prevent him from coming to this house,

Instead of worrying about something that doesn't, you better be vigilant." said his mother while turning off the stove.

" mama mean??" Train confused, though,

" mom heard some unpleasant news from your ex-husband,"

Ratih was silent, he knew the direction of his mother's conversation, surely the news that had linda uttered at that time.

" now it's clear it's not her real son, what do you think Arga won't be looking for you anymore? Make a problem that might disturb the peace of your household again?"

Trained down, he really could not answer.

" Arganta is reckless and reckless, at your wedding only he dared to be so, especially now?".

Without realizing it, the ultimate who wants to take his wife home heard it from a distance.

The man retreated and hid himself, but continued to listen to his father-in-law and his wife's conversation until it was over.

Arriving at the house of Pamungkas acts like he never listened to the conversation between Ratih and his mother.

He still clutched and kissed his wife as usual, there was no awkward in the slightest even though there was a little displeasure to hear the name Arga again called.

He believes, what he has passed with Ratih is not something trivial to make his wife forget or falter.

Her love so great could not possibly be invisible in Ratih's eyes.

Finally kissed the forehead of his wife who had already slept it first.

A small body that may be helpless if it is treated with care.

At first glance appears the shadow of his mother, a woman who is full of love but also full of wounds..

The man was pensive for a moment, with his hands clutching his wife.

Then soon the shadow of his father, the man who was like a crushing machine, reappeared..

Despite trying to forgive, it turns out that his bad memory can not be lost.

Just complaining..

I don't know until when these bad memories disappear, even though they are no longer in the world, but they are so fresh.

It's just.. His chest is not so tight anymore.