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Mbah Putri and Mbah Kakung sat quietly on the sofa. After dinner, Atmanegara planned to invite the two of them to talk.

Since morning Atmanegara has been busy reviewing his project with Rion. Because the main purpose here is to clean up the mess. He wants to talk from heart to heart with his mother's father.

Two news that might make them sad.

Violin and Dion were also present there.

Pam and Sofia?

Don't ask, I've been running to Malioboro since the afternoon.

Mbah Putri seemed devastated to hear the news of the death of Maharani, his favorite daughter-in-law. He sobbed sadly.

Also blamed Atmanegara, for only telling after a few weeks the Maharani was buried.

At least he wanted to see the last time Rani's face. Or if Rani's body can be buried here, let them stay close.

But that's exactly what Atmanegara feared. She was afraid that her mother would be sad. Parents their age should be happy.

Since Rani married Atmanegara, her position is no longer a daughter-in-law, but a biological child. Atmanegara mah passing by! Especially the position of Rani who is orphaned. Plus his mother wanted a daughter. Be all the affection they give to Rani.

It is not that the house people do not know about Rani's death, everyone knows except Mbah Putri. All assistants are also prohibited from speaking anything .

Try Mbah like watching infotainment or news, he must know immediately. Of course Violin's divorce and Maharani's death are hot news.

But Mbah prefers to entertain himself with his cabbages. Watching the TV screen makes you dizzy, he said.

The wrinkled hands of Mbah Kakung gently stroked his wife's back, soothing. He knew from the beginning, but just like Atmanegara, his wife would be hysterical if told at that time.

So he let Atmanegara himself deliver after the state subsides and calm down. Once the situation and conditions are under control.

Dion glanced at Atmanegara, and last night his former father-in-law said he was going to tell Sewaan about his divorce too.

Dion refused, under the pretext that this information was too long for Mbah, fearing it even added to the mind.

The reason was accepted by Atmanegara.

All right, Dion asked Atmanegara's permission to approach Violin again.

"Indeed, the fruit fell not far from the tree." said Atmanegara last night. The coffee's gone, this is the second cup. He sipped it slowly while it was warm.

"Sama-sama does not know himself." continued Atmanegara while igniting the tip of his cigarette.

Sounds cynical, Dion has memorized the habits of Atmanegara. This is what makes him not hurt at all. Precisely cynical like this makes Atmanegara look still welcome with the presence of Dion.

"I hope Violin would be wise to choose her next husband."

Dion turned his head, he felt insinuated, "i am competent loh pah." he protested.

Atmanegara raised his eyebrows, "oh huh? What was yesterday then? Running from responsibility? Just like a coward!"

On target.

Dion sighed, "in the future it can be corrected again the past mistakes."

"It's sure Violin wants to be with you again."

"I see Vio is not close to anyone yet." sure Dion although he was a bit hesitant with the doctor who was at the funeral at that time.

"What if you're cheated, hm? Or what if I had prepared the right match for Vio? Can what you?"

"Eating this permission to Papa so as not to be cheated and not fooled into another."

"Matchmaking problems can be deferred, but if you're cheated, it's you who's stupid."

"Can be tried Pah, as long as the yellow janur has not curved."

"If I hadn't, there wouldn't have been a second chance for a loser." Atmanegara puffed his cigarette smoke into the air.

The coughing wastes scattered Dion's daydreams. Violin Grecep reaches for drinking water and thrusts for Mbah.

His face looked anxious, of course he was afraid this news had a bad impact on his health.

But Mbah Kakung code with his eyes all will be fine.

Vio was a little relieved.

"You rest, you go to the room first." Mbah Kakung grabbed his wife's hand and the two walked to the room.

"Pa, let's take a break." Pamit Dion's. Atmanegara looked unhappy.

"Rest to each other's rooms." Rigorously.

Dion grinned, "Violin doesn't mind. Yeah, right?" tanyanya jahil's.

"What?" Violin is acting like a budeg, she passed out. Want to enjoy the air tonight before tomorrow back to the laptop.

Hmm... What is the nyusulin Pam Sofia, huh? It was still nine o'clock too, still too late to go to sleep. Ah, but Malioboro must be rame, while he needs calm.

Pam sends a short video, Violin smiles to see the two singing in live music on the edge of the streets of Malioboro. Very loud sounds.

As usual, it's not Pam.

It looks exciting, for some reason Vio is not interested. He kept his phone in his sweater pocket and took a deep breath. Filled his lung cavity with clean air and exhaled it slowly.

From a distance a group of young people steal Vio's attention. They were seen making a bonfire near a wooden boat parked not far from Mbah's house.

They went around the fire singing happily. The other two played guitar laughing.

Young people who do not know the world.

Vio smiled, really?

In the past when they were their age Violin was still in college, dizzy because of duty, crying because of a breakup, upset choosing a dress to go on a date.

If you think of something trivial like that it is not important to be made upset.

Now look at those fisherman boys.

It could be that some of them have become the backbone of the family. Forced to go to sea for a bite of rice. Or who has dropped out of school because they have no fees.

When gathering with friends like that their burden is divided. Their laughter seemed to replace the heavy days that passed.

In the past said Mbah Putri, Atmanegara was also like that. Been bone-blind since adolescence.

Vio's problem is not how much more and more dime. He was busy insisting on his own happiness.

The struggle is not yet how much, the pain is not much. What about them? What about his father first? Is that how difficult their lives are?

Vio suddenly melow. Ih, so they want to buy their pizza.

"Hi, would you like to join there?" A male foreign voice sounded friendly in Violin's ears.

Violin welcomed the young man's hand.

"Bima." he mentioned his name.

"Violin." reply Vio. "Is it okay?" tanya Vio confirmed Bima's invitation.

"Why not, they're my friends." Bima moved her head, taking Violin on the road following her.

"Well, thank you." Vio's eyes sparkled, looking excited with Bima's invitation.

The young man smiled, he felt funny looking at Violin's expression.

"I'm coming!"

Vio and Bima turned their heads together, Dion was seen walking towards them.

"I can come, right?" repeat Dion while staring at Bima. He intentionally emphasized his question.

"Oh please Mas, happened to add a cool name. This cooking..."

"He's my friend." said Vio quickly before Dion said no.

"Oh, I'm Bima." Bima stretched out her hand, Dion seemed reluctant to respond.

Somewhat annoyed Violin nudged Dion's arm to return Bima's hand. Dion responded with force.

"Yeah, night rush." Take Bima while walking ahead of Vio and Dion.

Bima doesn't know that Dion is jealous. Although Vio only admits to Dion his friend, but it seems like their relationship is more than that. Bima understands enough.

"Wait." Violin followed Bima's steps regardless of Dion. At a glance Bima glanced at Dion and a smile that was difficult to interpret.

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