Rangga's Beloved Wife
I'm sorry, Ras.

The happiness of living in the household is a gift of Allah SWT that has been given to His servant.

Love and affection and peace of life in the household is a desire that is desired for every married couple. A woman has decided to get married, she has obligations to her new family especially to her husband.

That's what Laras heard from a study near the house. But at that time Laras could not devote himself to her husband. Of course because of the distance and time that separates them.

If time can be turned, Laras wants to fix everything. Including feeling how cravings and spoiled husband when pregnant first. Fortunately while pregnant Bagas she did not feel any cravings. When Eva becomes pregnant with Sadam, Laras is often envied by her friend. Where when cravings there is a husband standby. When his wife was helpless because of nausea there her husband remained beside her. As for him, inevitably have to strengthen himself. Being a mother as well as a father for his only son.

"Ras," came the greeting from the front door.

Without saying a word Laras folded his face. Wear the hijab in front of the glass. His hand picked up some stuff in the bag. Fortunately, he is currently on leave of work.

"I'll go home, mom." The barrell walked out of the room.

"Nobody's coming home, Ras. This is your home, our home. Why do you have to go again? don't you want to be with me anymore?" The barrel slid towards the floor.

"But Bagas takes time, mas. I can't bear to see Bagas uncomfortable here."

"I'm his father, Ras. I'll try to get Bagas to accept me. But please don't go again."

"Where have you been all this time, my mother. You disappeared for years, now you appear at a time when we are comfortable with life now. Or maybe it's true you never tried to find us."

"Aren't you the one who left me? you're the one who left the house."

"Then please let me go, like I'm stepping foot out of Mama Raya's house. Isn't that your goal."

"Bag,"

"I'm sorry, I have to go home." Baras remained adamant to leave the house.

"Bag, please. Don't go!" Rangga still holds Laras.

"Let's take my time to get close to Bagas. Give me time to fix all this. You know that I can't be far from you, let alone that we have children, Ras. please think about this."

"Sorry," There was a nose shrinkage from the woman in front of him. Rangga immediately hugged Laras. As if he wanted to convince his wife that he would stay by her side.

"You know, Race. Ever since I woke up from my bed, you were the first person I wanted to see. But it was dark in my world, Ras. Don't look, just to get up I can't. when mom says that you left the house with Adul. My world is dead, dead race! The pain gnawed at my body, not my physical but my inner pain."

"I'm sorry, mas. If only you knew what made me leave the house. Are you going to believe me? I don't think I can see how obedient you are to Mama Raya."

"Now we're going somewhere. You get ready, honey. I'll take you for a walk this time."

"But I have to go home, mas." whined Laras.

"Okay, I'll take you home. But I will also stay in your contract. Just like when I chose to stay at Mala's mother's house."

The door of the apartment opened. A middle-aged woman entered the apartment. His steps arrogantly looked at the corner of the room. His smile never left his lips. There was a rush step when they heard that someone had entered the residence. A woman wearing a batik negligee walked up to the living room.

"Yes, God has a great mistress. How's this? where does Rangga bring women home. Ow hell! this war can be!" the maverick ketar ketir saw his great mistress already in front of him.

"You why? where's Rangga? isn't she awake yet?"

"aaaanuuu... inii." The mbak is confused.

"You're why you're like that! something's happening in this house."

"Now call Rangga! tell me I'm here!"raya Titah.

"Ba.. good ..Madam.." He went back to looking for his master.

Rangga showed up to meet his mother. Of course he was not alone, but with Laras. There were angry strokes on the face of the 58-year-old woman. The figure he hated was now in his son's house. Raya tried to restrain herself from looking bad in front of Rangga. But Laras understood the change in the face of his father-in-law. Laras could only bow, he was reluctant to talk much with his in-laws.

"What do you want this woman here!" inner Kingdom.

Laras greeted Raya as a respect for a daughter-in-law. Even though he knew Raya would never accept it. Raya would not want to receive greetings from her daughter-in-law. Rangga saw the welcome was happy. He was afraid of the reaction of the Kingdom, but what was feared did not happen.

Laras and Raya sit the living room. They tried to pretend to be friendly in front of Rangga. Raya started to launch her pressure on Laras.

"I know your goal is to get back to Rangga. Make a living, right? a Laras who is hanging around his life is now begging my son to live."

"Sorry, mom. But it is indeed the obligation of Rangga mas to take care of his children and his wife."

"What! son and wife? hahaha. .. Baras don't dream of you! the boy is not necessarily Rangga's son. It's not like you left home when you weren't pregnant. Now confessing that it was Rangga's son."

"But, ma...."

"Ras, don't argue with mom. Don't take it to the heart of your mother's words." said Rangga.

"Mas, he doubted Bagas as your son. Time I should just shut up. You should have defended Bagas not your mama." Laras went to bring his bag.

"Where are you going!" call Rangga.

"Rome home. Because my son's place isn't here.I can't live in a place that rejects my son."

"Clearned!" Rangga ran after Laras who had entered the elevator.

"I'm sorry, Ras. I didn't mean to doubt Bagas. It's just that I don't want you to argue with mama. That's all." Inner Rangga.