The Neglected Wife
EPISODE 65 - SPENDING TIME TOGETHER (1)
“Where are you, son..,” muttered Mom Early worried Isyana why-why.
Mom Dini remembered some of the intense time she had with Isyana.
Ms. Dini remembered Isyana's face with tears in her eyes, reassembling the stories of wounds she had felt in her last two years. When Bu Dini forced Isyana story.
“If you could know? Who is your ex-husband and your good ex-law?” ask Mom Dini at that time. At the end of Isya.
“Sorry, Mom.. I promise I won't make graffiti on my ex-husband's face, let alone my mother-in-law's. I promise not to open this sad story again. But because mom asked me to tell you this, but Isyana please, don't ask who my ex-husband is, Mom!” isyana at that time.
Isyana chooses to bury the identity of her former family. That afternoon Isyana also admitted that Bu Wira was only her customer. Isyana doesn't want to embarrass Miss Wira.
“OK... I didn't force you to tell, then what's your plan?”
“I just want to turn into an independent, valuable and useful woman. I want if I get married again, I am appreciated by my husband.” Isyana said again.
Early Mom who at that time saw Isyana was willing to go to her house to deliver flowers cheerfully, work hard without complaining at a young age even still want to go to college, so fell in love with Isyana.
From there Mom Dini like Madam Wira wants to save Isyana's life.
Even though it is not Isyana, Bu Dini does have a foundation or organization to protect children and women in the capital.
Bu Dini in addition to being the wife of a conglomerate is also a lecturer, only now it does not remain only occasionally a guest lecturer.
So, for Mom Dini helping people like Isyana is not new and difficult. The difference if usually Bu Dini helps people on behalf of the organization as Mr. Aksa wants, this time Bu Dini is moved personally and wants to intervene alone.
Even tonight, Ms. Dini also plunged herself in search of Isyana.
Ms. Dini was afraid Isyana would disappear or commit suicide. Ms. Dini's been to the greenhouse and asked Tuti but nothing. Tuti even gave the address of the village of Putri's grandmother.
“Say her grandmother's village is in G Pak district. He usually takes the bus, hopefully he still da in the terminal,” muttered Bu Dini wants to search the terminal.
“Ready, Mistress!” answer Assistant Ms. Dini.
Ms. Dini until willing to look to the terminal when it can tell people.
At the destination bus terminal to the small town where Isyana's grandmother said the bus seller had left. Mom gave up.
“Yes done, we're home! It should be from sir,” replied Ms. Early felt late help.
“Ke Capital only, anyways at home here, Princess and Binar, go,”
“Good Mistress,” replied assistant Mom Early.
They finally turned around and shot towards the toll destination Ibukoota, coincidentally the road passed through the campus Isyana which is where the lecture is now.
"Tomorrow to get a diamond here! Is he leaving or not?" said Bu Dini gave the order.
"Ready Mistress!"
"Just find her and make sure she's okay!"
"Yes Madam!"
Ms. Dini decided to return to her big house to fulfill her duties as a wife, but still told people to find Isyana.
On the way to the red light they stopped.
Both Ms. Dini and her driver looked distracted at the sight of a crowd of people. Mom Dini also rounded her eyes to see that. Then smile.
"Isn't that Miss Isyana?"
"Yes...Alloh still betrothed us to meet," replied Bu Dini happy to see Isyana.
Isyana sits in a crowd of people with an okulele guitar. Beside him the old granny sold fried food. I don't know how the story is and how it can be.
Isyana turns out to be busking and helping the old grandmother sell on the shoulder of the road near the red light intersection of Isyana campus. There are many night lights. The atmosphere is fun to hang out.
“You're amazingly strong, darling. Hoooh, how could I think you killed yourself and even gave up your life, just because of what my son said? You still fighting?” muttered Bu Dini was more amazed by Isyana and now her eyes sparkled.
People seemed to be entertained to listen to the song Isyana brought and they bought the old grandmother's fry. No one thought behind Isyana who used to be quiet good at singing.
“How's Mom? Awhat do we meet, Mrs Isyana?” ask driver.
“Don't first, let him do the thing he's happy about, he's knitting dreams he's picking his own net. We'll just wait here, we'll follow where he lives,”
“Ready Mistress!”