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Name Card Confirming,
A few months later.
"Ga, the breakfast is ready" Astuti said from outside his son's room and after that he returned to the kitchen to continue his activities.
Since Dirga was accepted to work for a textile company owned by Sudiro Hadiwinata, Astuti returned from the market early. He had to prepare breakfast for his eldest son before leaving for work. Actually Dirga has banned Astuti from selling in the market, because the salary as an accountant in the company is quite large. Not without reason Astuti refused Dirga's request, he did not want if Dirga bore all the burden of the family alone. After all, Astuti himself is still able to sell even without the company of Dirga. The situation in the market is not as crowded as before.
The sweet man who was preparing in his room immediately finished his activities. Now, his appearance had already looked neat after spending several tens of minutes preparing. Navi-colored shirts combined with black material pants, became the uniform of Dirga today.
"Mom, my room will be cleaned, ma'am, because I'll have to overtime. Ordinary end of the month, ma'am," Dirga said after meeting Astuti in the kitchen.
"If for business it is fine. Without being told, I would have cleaned your room. Take it easy," said Astuti as he looked at Dirga with a sweet smile, "you better have breakfast first. Your sister's off school today, so she's still sleeping. Don't wait for him" Astuti continued, putting a bowl of vegetable soup on the table.
The woman wearing the instant hijab was sitting on a wooden chair on the left side of Dirga. It was customary for Astuti to accompany Dirga at breakfast. The sweet-faced woman smiled happily when she saw Dirga eating voraciously.
"Oh yeah Ga, how's the bike? Is there no obstacle?" ask Astuti after remembering that yesterday Dirga had just bought a used motorcycle that was still decent than the motorbike bututu.
"Still, Mom. The machine is still good and ori" replied Dirga after swallowing her food.
"Thank God then." Astuti smiled faintly after hearing Dirga's reply.
Yesterday Dirga bought a used motorbike at one of the used motor dealers close to where he lived. Butut motorbike that has accompanied wherever he went, is sick and seems to be affected by chronic diseases until it ended up in an automotive hospital. In the end with the savings he had coupled with his mother's savings, Dirga could buy a more decent motorbike.
"The motor has been made Bea bell not yet?" astuti asked with a gaze that could not be separated from Dirga.
"No, Ma. The bike just bought yesterday, Mom," replied Dirga.
Small talk was heard there after Dirga breakfast. Not long after that, Dirga pampit went to Sudiro's company. He shook Astuti's hand in an act of reverence before leaving the house.
"Mom, don't forget that, yes" said Dirga while looking at Astuti with a sweet smile.
"Yes. Beres. Don't worry." Astuti patted his son's shoulder.
After Dirga left for work, Astuti returned to work in the kitchen. He had to prepare breakfast for his youngest son, before doing another task. As a mother, of course, Astuti experienced complexity in the morning like other mothers. Until a few tens of minutes, Astuti finally solved all the complexity behind.
"Now it's time to clean Dirga's room" Astuti murmured as he walked towards the front of his house as Dirga's room was next to the living room.
After a few minutes, the bed turned neat and of course clean. Now it's just to clean up the items scattered on the table that used to be used by Dirga to edit photos. One by one the books and some other items began to be neatly arranged there.
"What's this?" Astuti muttered after finding a white card tucked between Dirga's books, "the name card on Sudiro Hadiwinata." Astuti read the name printed in bold on the card.
"Sudiro Hadiwinata." Once again Astuti read the name and one thing came to his mind.
Astuti was stunned after reading the name repeatedly. His heartbeat suddenly turned irregular when he remembered the figure that had long been buried in his memory. Astuti sat on Dirga's bed with a hand that shook because of the business card he had in his hand.
"What could he be ...." Astuti stopped his words. His mind was suddenly muddled just because of that written name.
"No. This name must not be him. There's someone else whose name is the same." Astuti tried to eliminate the presumption.
However, no matter how strong the middle-aged woman was against what was on her mind. The shadow of the owner of the name continued to be present in his mind. He had no idea what would happen if Dirga learned of this long-buried fact.
Astuti is pensive there as memories of the past are replayed. He still vividly remembered how his love story was in the past. The shadow of the evil in-laws still vividly remembered in Astuti's mind despite the decades he had buried those memories.
Still vividly remembered when Astuti had to get out of her husband's house with an innocent baby who was not even a month old. A corn-time marriage should run aground in the middle of the road because of the power of the mother-in-law. In fact, until now Astuti never told Dirga if the figure of the father who had raised him was not his biological father. Astuti was shocked by this. He felt guilty for hiding this fact from Dirga. He was heartbroken that his son's biological father had not sought his whereabouts since being evicted from the house at the time.
"If you're looking for me and Dirga, maybe our son can live happily without having to bother. Unfortunately it's all just a dream because you're more obedient to your mother than to seek your own flesh and blood." Astuti muttered as he remembered the handsome face that had once been present in his life.
The marriage had to run aground halfway due to differences in economic status. Dirga's biological father used to be the heir of the largest fabric wholesaler in Jakarta. Sudiro Hadiwinata is the only child of the family. All is arranged by his mother and Sudiro can't act anything, even though his household ends up halfway.
"No. This must be a different person. Dirga boss must not be the Sudiro I know." Astuti tries to brush off his thoughts that are increasingly penetrating the past.
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