The Cupu for Mr. Samuel
Chapter 51 - The Healing of Samuel's Mother

At night, Samuel stood on the balcony staring at the beautiful moon and bright shining stars. An atmosphere of silence that provides calm, sipping cold drinks while thinking about being with his lover, Eve. 

"She's the same girl in the cafe, covering her pretty face. Why am I just realizing it now? The motherly soul she had attracted me so much, the angelic hearted woman. I seem to like Eve Wijaya, I have to melt her down and forget about revenge. I'm so happy today, have I loved her?" his monologue in drunken romance, intent on revenge ends up stuck with his own love. 

The sound of the ringing of the cell phone broke his daydream, seeing who called him who was none other than the stepmother. "Why is this woman calling me?" he muttered and picked up the phone immediately.

"Hello."

"What's wrong?"

"Can you go to the Mansion? My husband is eager to meet you!"

"Why does the old man want to see me?"

"You ask him yourself."

Samuel disconnects his phone, he doesn't want to talk to Manda, his father's second wife. The old wounds had still not healed completely, all the treatment the father had inscribed made him unable to forgive the middle-aged man. "I hate them!" screech while squeezing a can of cold drink firmly.

Samuel immediately got up from the place and headed to the Mansion, he wanted to see what drama his father's second wife was playing this time. Take the car keys, and drive them at full speed. It didn't take long, the car stopped not far from Matthew's Mansion.

He got out of the car and got inside, ignoring the waiter's welcome. Immediately set foot into the father's room, opening the door very hard. "What drama are you playing this time?" he said to the point.

All eyes were on Samuel coming. "Less ethical!" manda's Sindir glanced at Samuel.

Samuel approached the three men, looking at the father who asked him to go there. "I don't have much time, why did you ask me to come here?" his insistence as he glanced at the jM in hand. 

"Is that what your mother taught you?" ketus Manda made Samuel stirred up emotions. 

"Don't talk about one bad thing about my mother, what do you know about my mother?"

"Mom and son are the same!" manda Cibir.

Samuel did not touch his stepmother, who had a real face in front of everyone, turned her eyes to look at the man lying on the bed. "What do you want?"

"Samuel, please forgive me!"

"Are you sorry you could recover my mother?"

Bramantyo fell silent, bowing his head with regret that was always on his shoulder. The child he wasted so much hated him, did not even want to reconcile and accept his new family. "I know, it's pretty hard to accept everything. But you have to face the problem and not avoid."

"Save that advice to yourself!" the sarcastic pressure.

The atmosphere is gripping between father and son, but the atmosphere returns to liquid when a woman enters and approaches them. "Sorry, I'm a little late." He said politely.

Everyone turned their eyes to the origin of the voice, looking a beautiful woman with a body as tall as a model. The woman glanced at Samuel and smiled, amazed by the man's good looks that captivated her at first glance.

"Sophia! Finally you come too" greeted Manda who approached the beautiful woman.

"Sorry, Aunt. There's some work I need to finish."

Samuel was only speechless and not interested in getting acquainted with the woman, aware of the actions of those who wanted to bring her closer. "What's the matter exactly?"

"Look, I want you to marry Sofia. She's a beautiful girl and also well educated, very suitable for you. Do you know what? it was your stepmother who recommended Sofia as your future wife!" very excited Bramantyo.

Samuel glanced at Sofia who was silently watching him, staring at his father deeply. Put your fingers in the pocket of the side pants, and swig. "Are you and your new wife not content to ruin my mother's life? And now you want to rule my life? You and your new wife don't have any rights" he explained, holding back anger.

"But, Sofia is a very good woman," said Manda, increasingly making Samuel's blood boil, she knew the family well and drained his property.

"I don't know you, and vice versa. If you want, marry your son to him. It's easy for me to find a better woman than this woman!" press Samuel.

"Don't be rude, she's your mother!" pekik Bramantyo who defended his wife.

Samuel turned his head and laughed following the drama of a very hated family. "Mother? She doesn't even deserve to be called a mother." Her lips.

"Don't say anything bad about my mother!" pekik Liam who also defended Manda.

Samuel clapped his hands. "Wow, you finally opened your voice too. A very innocent man, fooled by that innocent face of your mother."

"I've confirmed it!" 

Samuel did not budge, his heart and feelings were deeply hurt and smiled with his unfortunate destiny. "You're not my father anymore, don't try to set me up, and you! you better keep your useless advice." Strictly as they passed away leaving that place.

Sofia lowered her head, Samuel's refusal made her very sad. But Manda still convinces the woman to get the heart of her stepson.

Samuel drove the car at full speed to the mental hospital, a furious feeling from those who arranged his life. "Suckers! how dare they set me up!" he got upset while hitting the steering wheel.

The car stopped at a mental hospital, got out of the car immediately and got inside. Samuel pushed open the door and saw a woman who had given birth to him sitting. Walking towards her pensive mother with a straight forward look.

"Mother, Sam's coming!" slowly, a clear liquid drips by itself seeing the state of the mother. Hugged her mother tightly, shedding the sadness she had experienced for several years when she was depressed. 

"This is Sam, Mom's son. Forgive Sam who just visited, but Sam promised! Will always come here." He said while feeding his mother with foam on a nightstand that had been peeled.

Samuel's heart was very fragile, there was nowhere to lean but his mother. "Sam has not heard a fairy tale from Mom in a dozen years, longing for Mom's cooking, and also longing for Mom to scold Sam when he's being naughty. Fight for Sam, Mom." She cried at the sole of her feet, making the middle-aged woman cry as well. 

Samuel raised his head when he noticed a few drops of tears.

"Mother?" 

The woman did not budge, continuing to cry as she remembered the deep wounds inflicted by her own husband. "You who?" he looked at Samuel.

"I'm Mom's son, Sam."

"You're my son?" I see that woman crying.

Samuel nodded his head quickly, dissipating the warm embrace of a mother.