Rangga's Beloved Wife
Still hitchhiking

Rangga is currently in the garden behind his villa. The wind seemed to invite him to bode ria. Fly the dry leaves around it. Creating a sense of comfort despite being in a world of darkness. Rangga's hands were only moved a little. He knew that his legs and arms could not function much, moved a little more than he was grateful. Rangga still tried to be grateful, at least he could still extend his life.

The mother said about her wife. Even her mother said Laras had divorced her. There is no belief in that story. Because as far as he knows Laras never want to be given luxury facilities. But either little heart approves of his mother's words. It could be that his wife had long planned all this.

Not far from his position was a woman who had noticed him. The hue of a sweet face was visible when looking at the man. Camila believes that Rangga's feelings are still raging when she finds out his wife left him. Mixed with compassion and love that grew in his heart.

It only takes patience I can make Rangga accept me. At the moment he is still in shock, but I am sure that later Rangga's heart wound will heal by itself.

"How are you, Rangga?" asked Mila when she went back to check the condition of Rangga's eyes.

"Who is this?"rangga asked still unfamiliar with that soft voice.

"I'm Mila. Camila Rengganis, your old Junior High friend. Her son is Mama Resi." explains Mila.

"Owh, you're Camila. How are you, mil? I'm sorry that after so long we haven't seen you see me like this."

"Thank God I am good, Ga. I'm sorry about your situation. You are patient, Ga. God is testing his people. And you must be closer to Him." Mila was still trying to strengthen Rangga.

"Is there any hope I can see again?" ask Rangga. He is a little pessimistic about his current situation.

"If Allah wills, you will be healed, Ga." Mila clasped Rangga's hand tightly. The woman stared at the face of the man she once liked.

Camila took some tools to put in her bag. It had been about two days that he went back and forth to the villa belonging to the Pattimura family. It was the first day he met the conscious Rangga. While reminiscing about the past, Camila took Rangga around the garden around the villa. Rangga asked Camila to stop turning her wheelchair. He wanted to breathe fresh air, for a moment his eyes closed.

"Bag,"

The sound of greeting made him open his eyes. Like he's messing with the owner of the voice.

The barrel!

"Mas, I brought Rangga inside, huh? there is the mother Kingdom." the greeting was getting closer but not as gentle as her hearing.

"Who is this?"

"I Ajeng, mas. who takes care of the needs of Rangga mas. I'm a substitute for Asti." explained Ajeng.

"OOO.." That's all Rangga could say.

"Let's bring it inside. Miss Raya's been waiting with Dr. Camila." Rangga stopped Ajeng so as not to continue Raya's request.

"Tell my mom to come here. I still want to enjoy the air."

"Good,mas." Ajeng left Rangga alone in the park.

Why do I keep thinking of Laras? did he leave me dying? did he go with Adul, his boyfriend. I know that Adul really likes Laras. But I don't think Laras ever lived up to that man's feelings.

Ah, why am I like this? if Laras loved me, he wouldn't have left me at this moment. He's not going. Why do you have the same me, Ras. what less I have been doing.

clique

After the scene of the expulsion from his parents' house. Barrel comes to his best friend Eva's house. She was carrying Bagas' stuff, holding her one-day-old baby. Actually, he was also reluctant to come to Eva. For fear that Eva's husband is disturbed by her presence. But in an emergency like this only Eva could ask for help. Laras also promised Eva would find a place to stay as soon as possible.

"Yes, Race. Sorry my place isn't as big as yours. You sleep in mom's room. There are none." said Eva.

Laras put Bagas on a mattress bed containing cotton cotton cotton. That doesn't make it uncomfortable because it used to be his house as well. For a moment his body rested on the bed. His hand stroked to the forehead of his only son. The little figure was curled up as if enjoying a touch from his mother. I don't feel her tears dripping. I never thought I would be a single mom and have a child without a husband.

oooeeeeee...

Bagas wept, with deftness Laras calmed his son. His legs turned while swinging Bagas over the stretch of his hand. Unfortunately, his son did not calm down. Maybe it could be because it's not a fan at his friend's house. The barrel opens the window so the wind can come in.

Bobo ooooh Bagas bobo

if not bobo is bitten by a mosquito

Bobo ooooh Bagas bobo

if not bobo is bitten by a mosquito

Sleep, my dear child

if you don't sleep in a mosquito bite.

Baras continued singing to calm his son. Bagas' lips were like looking for something. Barrels directly breastfeed the baby. While sitting, Laras heard the conversation of Eva and her husband.

"Where'd you go bang?" asked Eva who was shocked at midnight her husband left.

"I couldn't sleep because of the sound of the baby. You know I need peace right now since my income pandemic is down. It's not as fussy as baby."

"What the hell is that? The barrel is also our family, he never protested when his brother was eating at his house.

Bang ..am ..." Eva chases after her husband who immediately hustles with his motorbike.

Baras was silent at their conversation. The heavy breathing sounded slow. Laras was self-inflicted, as complicated as this was his life.

He used to think he lived happily with Rangga. But it turns out everything was wrong.

Laras remembered his mother's words:

I'm sorry I objected to you marrying your boss' son. I know he means well, but I think it's better not to be obeyed. You are young, your future is long. We're tough people, son. I'm afraid they're just using you. If only now they could arrange you, especially after marriage later. Please think again, son."

"I'm sorry Laras, ma'am. I didn't obey my mother's wishes." she whispered in silence.

"Bagas, the mother promises to find work and a life that is worthy of you. Mommy hope you become a child who is Sholeh so that it can be the pride of Mother and ... Father." Baras also fell asleep beside Bagas.

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Thank you very much for still looking at my story. Sorry if I didn't pick up about the CEO or the mafia. This story is more about the journey of everyday life. How Laras struggles to raise his own child.

I am still in the learning stage. Not as cool as the ones that are. But take it easy, here there is no story of torture.