Reaching Hope
Chapter 18 The Appeal of Lady Danuarta

"Sir Cindy was Juan here, he said we will attend the invitation of Kak Bima. Later that night he picked her up, we left together," said Clara cheerfully, as Cindy and Jhony came.

"Well, we're finally out on a weekly night, usually at home. I have to look cool" said Jhony no less happily.

"Yes, we will come" Cindy replied calmly, but could not cover the happy look on her face.

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"I've lost my mind taking care of your son, Ma! she blatantly dares to oppose, even threaten me!" shouted Mr. Danuarta when he met his wife at home.

"Don't take heart, he's definitely not serious. He's still immature, Pa," answered his wife trying to spread it.

"He's been 27 years. Stop always defending him, it's all because you're always spoiling him" he said, starting to blame his wife.

"Why does Papa blame me? Papa's being too hard on him, makes him a rebel now." Mama Juan said he didn't want to lose.

"You don't have time for him, so he blames me. Should be as your wife more at home looking after children, not just arisan, gathering unclear, participating in social activities, to forget the child." continued pak Danuarta.

"Oh Papa forgot. In the past when I was always at home keeping Juan was said to be less promiscuous, outdated, not socialite like the wife of Papa's friends. I follow Papa's will! Now why did Papa say that." she replied.

"Ah, let's not talk about it. Now what plan do you have to separate them?" tanyanya, divert the discussion.

Madame Danuarta was silent, she looked still upset. She recalled that she was just a regular housewife, taking care of Juan, cooking, gardening in the garden, and other common household chores. Until her husband turned her into what she is now. Actually he was also reluctant to separate Juan with his lover, especially he was his first love that was able to thrill his son. But obeying the words of the husband makes him do that.

"I don't know yet, just give me the phone number. I'll call later," he replied a little lazily.

"Well, I put it on your phone" said Mr. Danuarta, then left his wife.

'He always was, everyone had to follow his will' his helpless inner wife.

"Hello, is this Clara?" tanyanya began to contact her son's lover.

"Yes right, who is this?" ask Clara across the phone.

"I am Mrs Danuarta, Juan's mother" she replied gently.

"Oh yeah, what's wrong, ma'am?" ask Clara politely.

"I want to see you, can I?" tanyakanya.

"If the Madam told me to leave Juan, I'm sorry I can't" Clara said frankly.

"No, may we meet first so as not to misunderstand. I want to get to know you more" said the woman again.

"Alright," said Clara agreeing

"Give me your address, I'll be there" said mama juan. He was seen taking down Clara's address.

The middle-aged woman immediately told the driver to drive her to Clara's house. He could not wait to meet the girl of his son's choice. She was happy that her son finally chose a girl to accompany his life even though only a poor girl who had little education, but surely her husband would not bless her at any time.

Tok... He knocked on Clara's house.

"Excuse me, is this really Clara's house" she asked as the door opened.

"Yes, I'm Clara" said Clara.

Mama Juan looked at the girl.

'Sweet, friendly, yet still too young' in my inner mama Juan.

"Oh, I'm Juan's mother" he said, introducing himself.

Women who are old enough, but still beautiful and elegant. Clara smiled and let him sit down. Clara makes a drink for a while, while Juan's mother spreads her eyes around the house.

"Please on the Madam's drink" said Clara politely.

"Thank you, just call aunty" he replied and drank a treat from Clara.

"How long have you been close to Juan, Clara?" the question is soft, very motherly.

"It's only been a few weeks, Auntie," replied Clara honestly.

"Sorry Clara to the point alone, in fact, aunt bless you with anyone Juan wants to spend his life, but surely every parent wants the best for his child's life. Like your parents, Juan's aunt and father are the same. Maybe for you we are evil, but which parent is willing to live his child suffers. He's our only child. We were just afraid that he would get hurt" said Juan's mother, gently but successfully stabbing Clara's heart.

Clara was silent for a moment, trying to digest the woman's words. She thought she was different from her husband. It turns out the same, it's just a soft speech typical of a mother.

"Sorry, what does my aunt mean that Juan will be hurt and suffer?" tanyanya wanted to clarify the woman's intentions.

"Your age is very far away, your social life is also different. I don't think you can live side by side without conflict. Understand Clara, we just want our son to be happy" she said, touching Clara's hand.

"Tante, are people of the same age, one caste, any guarantee of happiness? If so, why do so many artists marry divorced? Identical twins alone must make a difference aunt. That's how God created different lives to complement each other" said Clara wisely, she was not emotionally stirred.

"I'm sorry I can't leave Aunt's son, if it wasn't Juan himself who told me to leave" Clara said.

"True Juan's father, you're a very stubborn girl! It's free for aunty to come here and beg you." she said in a tone not as gentle as before.

"I'm sorry Auntie, I can't grant Auntie's request" Clara said.

"My husband will do anything to keep you apart. Think about it, Clara," he said half-threatening.

"I know aunty, it's been a consequence of my choice. Once again I'm sorry" Clara said sincerely.

The woman breathed a sign of surrender. He saw sincerity and sincerity in Clara. If only they were equal, it wouldn't be this complicated. She was afraid of her husband's actions. This problem will also make the relationship of father and son more distant, even hurt each other. Unknowingly, her net began to shed tears. Clara was so sorry to see the woman beside her, she remembered her mother in the village. His instincts as a child were touched.

"Auntie please don't cry, I don't want to hurt anyone. But I have promised, I will accompany Juan under any circumstances. Please understand me, Auntie," said Clara with eyes beginning to condense.

"Alright I will try to persuade my husband, but I cannot promise for the result. I just don't want you or Juan to get hurt in the end. I won't be able to help you again if something happens. Aunty left first," he said then passed quickly.

Clara sculpted, guessing speech for the sake of the woman's words. What does it mean if something happens later? Will her husband hurt me even his own son? Too engrossed in his own thoughts, making him unconscious the woman had passed by with her sedan car.