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Rattling rain water is still heard even though the night has been getting late. Cold air is so felt in one of the villages in the city of South Jakarta. The sound of frogs and other night animals sounded earthy to each other. The night breeze blew through the window that was left open to greet a sweet man who was still struggling with his laptop in the room.
Yeah, who else if not Dirga. Since the sky turned dark because the sun was lost to the earth, Dirga did not move from its place. He is busy editing photos of Rahma and several other women who use his services this week. Such was the busyness of the twenty-five-year-old man, when he was on vacation from work at the cafe. The man did not want to just stay home without doing anything.
"Ga! It's night, don't keep working. Rest first," Astuti scolded after entering his eldest son's room.
"Yes, Mom. It's soon done, too" Dirga replied without taking her eyes off her laptop screen.
Astuti could only sigh slowly, after looking at the wall clock that was there. The middle-aged woman then walked out of the child's room without saying a word. There is a sense of haru in the heart of Astuti, when he saw his son who had to work hard to help the family economy. Astuti realized that all this because he could not afford all the needs of the household.
Living as a single parent, making the mother of two children have to slam bones in the market. Debt left by her late husband was still quite a lot left in the bank, and every month she had to be cicil in order to pay off the installments that seemed inexhaustible.
Not to mention for the cost of his youngest child who just sat on the Junior High School bench.
"Yes, I became one of the causes of Dirga being like this" Astuti murmured while stirring coffee for his eldest son.
The middle-aged woman returned to her eldest son's room with a cup of black coffee. He put the cup on the table, more precisely near the laptop that is on. Astuti then chose to sit on the edge of the bed while watching his son.
"Mother make coffee to accompany you," said Astuti, "yes, even though the coffee is not as good as your own concoction of course." Astuti did not take his eyes off the child's face, which often reminded him of the man he once loved.
"Thank you, Mom. Mother's coffee tastes really good." Dirga turned his gaze to the middle-aged woman, who was endlessly staring at him. After that, he changed his sitting position.
He was forced to stop his work for a moment, because it was not pleasing to the mother. He immediately poured the hot coffee over the blisters (say), then blew it, "hmmm .. steady, ma'am." Said Dirga after spending the coffee in the lepek. He held up his thumb so that his mother would not feel disappointed.
"You can," said Astuti's mother with a faint smile. "You better get some rest, Ga. I don't want you to get sick from lack of sleep" Astuti said without taking his eyes off Dirga.
"Yes, Mom. Soon it's all over, too" Dirga replied casually. He glanced at the clock on the wall of his room. It turned out, it was almost twelve o'clock at night.
"Mom get some rest. I have to go to the market tomorrow. After this, I'll also go straight to sleep" the Beatrice's lover suggested.
"What's wrong. I want to be here for a minute" said Astuti. He fought back against drowsiness and was also tired, for the sake of accompanying his beloved son.
"Son, after this you must rest." Once again, Astuti reminded his son to immediately end the work that continues to make Dirga look busy.
"Yes, Mom, yes. After this Dirga must sleep," said Dirga while smiling sweetly.
"Again, what the hell have you been doing lately when I see you're getting crazy at work? Want to buy something or take a walk?" astuti asked again full of search, because he felt so curious.
However, Dirga did not immediately answer that question. He himself was still confused as to how. Until now, Dirga has not spoken about marriage with his mother. Moreover Astuti always counseled him with many tips, which always reminded the caste differences between his family and the family of the lover. However, such a big problem was impossible to keep him alone. After all, the mother should know about Beatrice's sudden but urgent request.
"Dirga wants to get married, ma'am," the twenty-five-year-old replied without taking his eyes off Astuti's face.
Instead of being surprised or taking Dirga's answer seriously, the middle-aged woman laughed instead. He thought Dirga's answer was just a joke, "It's already ah! Mom wants to rest first. The more night you digress, Ga," Astuti said before leaving Dirga's room. He's headed for the door. However, before Astuti could turn the handle, the mother of two chose to undo it when she heard her son speak again.
"I'm serious, Mom. Bea wants us to get married soon" said Dirga again with a look of earnest look. He stood up and walked over to the mother who was still glued to the door. "Bea urged me to marry him immediately. I agreed, but of course after getting enough supplies, even though Bea agreed to bear all the costs of our wedding. However, I was not taught to be a prankster. Especially to a girl I love. Therefore, I have to work harder to raise enough money" explained Dirga slowly and very carefully.
However, Astuti was only agape after hearing the speech of his eldest son. The middle-aged woman looked fixedly, at the son who had now become the backbone of the family. Threw the sweet face of the child, then stroked lovingly. "Are you sure you're getting married soon?" he didn't believe what he just heard.
"Yes, Mom. I hope you have no problem with that" said Dirga slowly.
"Mother is no problem, because sooner or later you have to get married. I just hope the sudden decision is not for any other reason" he said.
"What reason?" ask Dirga.
"Hopefully it's not because Bea's pregnant."
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