The way I love you
179 Go To KUA
"I want to meet him."
"Who?"
"My mother. I want to meet him."
"Dhea met her mother?"
"I remember, when I was sick, I wanted to see my family, even for the last time. Or maybe I could meet them there."
"Dhea, don't talk like that."
"I actually survived. Maybe God has other plans, I thought. And now, I might be given a chance to live, to meet my mother. When I heard the news that my mother was sick, I remembered my old self. Maybe what I used to feel, is also felt by my mother at this time. So, I don't want to waste the opportunity."
"Then meet your mother. We'll accompany."
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Dhea's feelings are hard to explain at this time. He doesn't know if he should be happy, sad, angry, or disappointed.
"You're really ready, right? Don't force it, if it's not ready."
"Already, Brother. I've been ready to be your wife for a long time."
Vean's face immediately flushed. He was still being wrestled by the girl.
"That means we're going to the head, huh?" ask Juna.
"True, yeah. We're coming here with a bunch of gini, rich for a wedding."
"Udah, woy! Look noh, Vean to cold sweat. How to marry a real person. Vean, Vean!"
Vean poked his lips. Though in his heart he really ngarep brought to KUA.
And in the heart too, have memorized ijab kabul.
Five hours later they arrived at their destination. Passing through the cobbled streets that made their bodies shaken in the car.
"We're not straying, are we?"
"No. Dhea's mom will wait for us near the monument."
Dhea's hands were already cold sweat. He felt anxious and it felt .. wanted to just go back.
He gulped his saliva hard, bitter in the mouth.
"You tense?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Don't worry. There I will always be by your side."
"Ba ... What if my mother turns out ...."
"Don't think bad."
"Don't think things through. You are you, your mother is your mother. You two are different."
"Don't stress."
Vean kept reminding Dhea. Because stress can spur disease and interfere with the work of organs.
"That's it."
Juna stopped his car in front of the monument. A motorized man was waiting for them.
"Come, follow me."
"Still far away, sir?"
"About an hour."
"Jeez."
"You better get some sleep first."
Dhea closed her eyes. He's getting more anxious. Wondering how he would react when he met his mother. Also how his mother reacted when meeting him.
The expectations of him who used to—with what happened now, when he first met his relatives, turned out to be much different.
Dhea wanted to get rid of this anxiety, but how?
Vean rubbed Dhea's hair, so that the girl would feel calmer.
Arya saw the path they were going through. It's very far from the city. The residents of this village may only meet, as their livelihood. Or it could be the fisherman, because he also felt like there was an atmosphere of the sea not far from here.
Vean drank water. Fortunately, they brought food and drinks. And fortunately, Dhea was not desperate to go here alone. What would happen if Dhea came here alone? No, Vean didn't want to imagine it.
Some houses are starting to show. That too is rare. There are people who are carrying hoes and grass in their carts.
There were also those carrying bamboo sticks on his back. Dhea so imagine, how the life of his family here.
Seeing this all, Dhea felt a tightness. He bit his lips, and squeezed Vean's hand involuntarily.
"Pull your breath slowly, Dhea!" said Juna, who was watching Dhea from the rearview mirror.
"Here, drink first."
The motor in front of them started not as fast as before. They were sure that soon they would arrive at Dhea's mother's house.
Whatever truth I hear, I have to accept it.
They stopped in front of a house. Dhea did not go down immediately, still looking at the house, and thinking of the person who was the occupant.
Dhea's leg trembled as she got down from the car. Luckily Vean held her hand.
They could not say anything when they saw the residence.
Does he really live here?