The 2nd Wedding

The 2nd Wedding
Chapter 186


"Bimo.." call Mrs Akarsana.


Instantly Bimo's body stiffened when he heard the voice he had longed for.


"I.. Ma'am.. " Bimo stood up and looked at his Mother and Father standing near them.


"Bimooo." call Akarsana again. His voice sounded choked as it held back the cry.


Bimo still silently looked at his Father's face then alternately looked at his Mother's face.


Tear drops began to fall on the cheeks of Bu Akarsana making Bimo could not bear to see it. The woman he had hurt his feelings for ten years ago.


The woman who gave birth to him and his twin sister, the woman who cared for and nurtured him from childhood with great affection. A woman who had high hopes for him as the first child in her family.


But just like that he hurt the tender woman's heart and feelings. Surely his mother's heart was broken to see her son prefer to go with the woman he met after adolescence.


Bimo immediately knelt before his Father and Mother.


"Paaaaa.. Ma'am.pardon Bimo" with a trembling voice.


The tears of Bu Akarsana were getting louder even now they were crying sobbing.


"I'm sorry Mom. I'm an ungodly child against you and Mom and won't listen to your words. Bimo is wrong, Bimo is wrong.. Paaaak. forgive Bimo" Bimo also started crying hard.


Akarsana's mother pulled out her son's body. Seeing Bimo's face while treating his longing for his two sons. Bimo and Bima because they are twin brothers.


"Bimo" Bu Akarsana immediately hugged Bimo's body.


Bimo returned his mother's embrace. They hugged each other for a few minutes. Then take off each other, now Bimo staring at his Father's face.


"Paaak" call Bimo.


Plaaac.... Bimo's face was slapped by Mr. Akarsana. Kinan immediately closed his son Salman's eyes to avoid seeing the incident.


Bimo resigned himself and lowered his head. He knew his father would still be very angry with him. Parents will give their first child great hope


"You haven't changed still stubborn" said Mr. Akarsana.


His wife who was beside him still did not stop crying.


"See what you got now? Not only bad luck to yourself but also your brother" said Mr. Akarsana.


Bimo is crying.


"I'm sorry Bimo Sir.. It's all Bimo's fault.. Hit Bimo Sir, just hit Bimo. Bimo sincere. Bimo tau a thousand blows Father will not be able to make Bima return. Forgive Bimo Sir" Bimo replied with a sob.


"Why don't you ever come back?" snapped Mr. Bimo.


"A. I. I'm afraid sir. Afraid that you are still very angry and hate me" said Bimo weakened.


Mr. Akarsana immediately grabbed his son's body and hugged him tightly.


"You are still as hard as you used to be, Son, every Father is angry you never try to persuade or try to approach the Father. You even choose to stay away. You know, whatever a child does, even if it hurts us as parents, our affection will never fade. Why did you disappear without news, why did you not try to return, why should it be like this Bimo" Mr. Akarsana began to sob.


Bimo felt even more sad because he had never seen his Father this fragile. The stubborn attitude of him and Bima down from his Father, only Bima's attitude is still mixed with the nature of his mother. Only he truly imitates the harsh nature of his Father.


"Year - year you are waiting for you to come home son.. Wishing you would come bring your wife but instead it becomes like this at last" continued Mr. Akarsana.


Mr. Akarsana took off his embrace and examined his son's body.


"Are you healthy, how do you live, have we hurt them?" ask Mr. Akarsana.


Mr. Akarsana saw the birthmark on his son's right hand. Right, he's Bimo. His eldest son had been missing for ten years.


"It's been. it's important that you're okay. There is no mistake that cannot be corrected, as long as you really want to fix it. As bad as you have been, I always pray for you to get back on the right path and come back with us. Maybe this is the way you come back again son" said Mr. Akarsana.


Bimo hugged his parents together.


"Thank you sir, Mom, you've forgiven your son" Bimo said.


Bimo settled gently his mother.


"Sound mom? What about Mom's feet that used to hurt a lot, is Bela able to replace me with a good massage Mom's feet?" ask Bimo affectionately.


Yesaah since long ago he most often sewn his mother's feet. Although he came home from anywhere, although tired and very sleepy but he always did not have the heart to see his mother was hitting his feet because of aches.


"So healthy mom, son.. Healthy mom.. Bela's massage is never as good as yours" Ms Akarsana replied.


"Let me angry Bela yes, but I will have taught him how to massage Mom's feet" said Bimo.


They hugged each other with smiles but the tears did not stop flowing.


"We sit yuk Bu, later Mom's feet ache because later stand up" asked Bimo gently.


They sat at the table that was ordered by Refan. Now their feelings are connected and conveyed.


There was a sense of relief in their hearts each due to the plan


their meeting went well.


"Let's sit down" Bimo asked.


Bimo sat in the middle of his Father and Mother. They sat opposite Refan, Kinan and Salman.


"Uncle Bimo sat like I was flanked by Papa and Mama. Uncle Bimo is already big" Salman said.


Everyone laughed at Salman.


"Uncle kangen kangen same Father and Uncle Mother because it has not met for a long time" replied Bimo.


"Eat him Uncle don't be naughty anymore. Let it not be hit by eye again" advice Salman.


"Iaaang." said Kinan to remind his son.


"What is Kinan. Salman was right, I was so naughty that you hit me earlier. I deserved it even more because my mistake was huge" Bimo said.


"Mean now Uncle really is good donk?" ask Salman plainly.


"God willing, dear" replied Bimo.


Bimo's words just now made Mr and Mrs Akarsana and Kinan and Refan surprised.


"You?" ask Mr. Akarsana disconnected.


"I'm back sir, after Bima's death I realized I had to go home. I've gotten too far lost" Bimo replied.


"Alhamdulillah naaaak" said Mrs Akarsana and she re-hugged Bimo with haru feelings.


"So how do you know the whereabouts of Kinan and Salman and since when did you start following them?" ask Mr. Akarsana.


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