Poison of Love Arsenio
Pamite

The two women of different ages were sitting next to each other, but were still both speechless. They both sat down, with their eyes fixed on the floor that was only covered with cement. Every now and then, Widya took a deep breath. While Binar repeatedly rubbed his cheeks that were wet with tears.

"I was forced to owe you for your father's treatment" Widya said after a moment of silence. "By having to pawn the house we lived in first. When Cokro died, I had to pay the principal so that our only property would not be confiscated. From then on, I secretly took money from Ida's laundry" he continued.

"I had to steal so as not to lose my house, because that's the only place that became a memento between me and your father" Widya said again with sobbing. "I kept taking the laundry money until my loan paid off. However, since then, I have always been haunted by fear" he said.

"I'm scared and agitated, so I'm finally exposing everything to you." Widya was crying as she covered her face with both palms.

"How about Surya?" ask Binar. His voice sounded vibrating.

"He promised to marry you and lavish you with treasure. I think that's a good idea" Widya replied, looking away. "I didn't mean to use you. However, at least if there is a man who marries you, then one of my burdens will decrease" he explained.

"He's about to stain me, Mom. At that time even the mother was also there, but unfortunately the mother did nothing to help me," cried Binar Pilu.

"That's all because he promised to marry you. He also said he wanted to pay the compensation to his mother. My brain was stuck at that time, Binar!" Widya's tone rose, then returned to crying as she pleased. "I'm not as good as your father thought, but I really love him. I'm willing to be kicked out by my family, for her sake. Your father .. he was a very good man," he later said.

The bar could only be silent. All the restlessness and anger that had accumulated in his chest, decayed right then and there. Revenge and hatred towards Widya as if destroyed not left. "I forgive you, and .. thank you," he said slowly. "Thank you for taking care of me until I became what I am today." The bar rose from his seat. He then tidied up the items he would bring when he returned to Jakarta.

"When are you planning on going home?" widya asked after a moment of silence.

"Solar Rain. He made up his mind" replied Binar, "he said that my passport was done."

"Why should I go to Germany? Vishnu and Praya must be sad," said Widya doubtful.

Binar did not answer immediately. He turned to Widya, then looked at her for a moment. "There's too much sadness here, Mom. So, we decided to migrate abroad," the girl explained as she finished packing. He decided to bring a book of philosophy relics of the father and some photographs that photograph together with Vishnu and Praya.

"Oh yeah. You also do not have to worry anymore about the cost of school. Rain has put them on the scholarship list. Do not forget to open a new account in the name of Vishnu and Praya. At the latest next month, the foundation will transfer education money," said Binar.

Widya nodded at hearing that. He was eager to respond to Binar's explanation. Millions of words he wanted to say to the princess. However, the woman's tongue felt faint. The shame and guilt so overpower the heart, making his mouth seem locked. He did not even dare to look at Binar's face. Widya could only duck deeply with a raging feeling.

Inside the silence, there was a knock accompanied by a typical scream of Praya at the door. "Mmd!" yells.

Binar hurriedly opened the door and smiled cheerfully at the sight of Arsenio. The man was unceasingly laughing as he rubbed the tops of Vishnu and Praya's heads. “You guys go around anywhere?” ask Binar while opening the door wide.

The two boys did not answer. They are busy with luggage in the form of several plastic bags and one small paper bag.

“We just take a walk to the nearest mall here, all to the playground near the beach,” replied Arsenio. He could not help but cling to the shoulder of Barin, and then kiss his lips softly.

“What is it?” finally Widya opened her voice out of curiosity with the contents of one bag that looked different from the others.

“Handphone, Mom. Sister mister bought us a new phone. He said, let it not be difficult later if at any time mbok or brother mister want to contact us, but do not sell again, yes,” chattering Vishnu innocently. He then reached into the paper bag and pulled out a cell phone box.

Carefully, Vishnu opened the box, then showed off the contents in the form of a black metallic android phone. “Good ‘kan, Bu?” ask him with sparkling eyes.

Again, Widya was speechless. He just nodded and then looked away. Without speaking, Binar knew that his stepmother was holding back tears.

“Visnu, Praya.” Binar approached, then sat down in front of his sisters. “Use best the gift of sister mister. You also have to study more after this. Getting a scholarship, meaning you have to account for every dollar given. Be a good and smart kid. Show that you deserve this scholarship,” order Binar with teary eyes.

“Iya, Mbok,” sahut Vishnu and Praya simultaneously. “Mbok still old ‘kan here?” ask Praya.

Arsenio who had just been silent and listening, finally approached the two boys. “Me and your brother can't stay here for long. There are urgent things we cannot explain. In essence, we have to go home to Jakarta as soon as possible,” replied the man carefully.

The plain and cheerful manner of the two Binar sisters turned moody instantly. “Mbok Binar want to go home now?” Lirih Vishnu's voice while staring fixedly at the face of the brother.

“Iya,” said Binar by forcing a smile, even though tears have dripped on the cheeks.

“We promise to contact you every day,” said Arsenio while gently rubbing Vishnu's shoulder. “Don't forget to order your sister, yes.

“Mbok, Praya wants to join.” The lips of the SD boy were curved. Hurry he hugged the older brother who was still sitting in front of him.

“Sabar, yes. For now, Mbok can not invite you. You and Vishnu must look after mother. Pity if he has to stay alone,” said Binar softly.

At that time, Widya could no longer hold back all the emotions she kept in her chest. The middle-aged woman was crying as she pleased, to the point that her shoulders shook. Without hesitation, Binar stood up and hugged the stepmother. The shadow of the harsh and cruel treatment of a Widya, increasingly blurry, then disappeared right then and there. Binar sincerely forgot all the pain he had received from a Widya.

“Thank you for everything,” said Binar while releasing a hug. “Call me and Rain always,”.

Arsenio's heart immediately warmed when she saw the scene presented before her eyes. It is not wrong that he chose a Binar to be a companion for life. The kindness and sincerity of the young lady had been able to divert a million world charms from Arsenio's eyes. “Come, Binar,” take him a while later. “So early in the morning at the inn, I already booked a plane ticket for us.”

“Iya.” Binar nodded, then turned to Vishnu and Praya. He then hugged his two beloved sisters tightly until satisfied. “Don't forget the message Mbok,” said Binar reminded. The girl then inched closer to her husband with eyes and wet cheeks. “Mbok go first,” he said softly accompanied by a stuffing that gets louder.

Once again, Vishnu and Praya scattered and hugged the older brother who somehow they would be able to meet again. “Be careful yes, Mbok, Sister Mister.” The prayers of the two innocent children accompanied Arsenio and Binar's steps out of Widya's modest house.

Meanwhile, the woman, quietly stood behind Vishnu and Praya who were eagerly waving as the couple entered Rudolf's vehicle. Widya was able to cry freely, as the orange minibus left her yard. The vehicle was headed for the German man's villa.