THREE MEN AND THEIR PAST
Getting Closer
"Dad, carried, Reyhan wanted to see the car," whined the little boy as his father was about to enter the garage after opening the door wide. "Mom's down, Reyhan wants to be with me."
"Huh, this is the child, the whined mulu father," the mother grunted as she released a small child named Reyhan from her sling. Sandi who looked at the two, could only smile widely while welcoming the arrival of her son who ran towards her.
"Is this Dad's car?" asked Reyhan once he was in Sandi's arms.
"Yes, is it good Dad's car?" randi asked as she opened the door and put Reyhan in it. Shortly after, Sandi got into the car and sat in the steering wheel.
"good. Dad's car is really big," Reyhan exclaimed with his eyes around watching everything in the car. Sandi herself just smiled then turned on her engine and prepared to retreat. "Horay! Car ride!" Reyhan looks very excited.
Sandi is deliberately using a car to drive Reyhan and Arimbi home. While the motor used Randi to deliver Eliza. Dandi is quite a walk if you want to take Rianti home, because the distance of Rianti shop is closer. Simply passing through the city park, the mosque and some shops, it has arrived.
After three men spoke to three women, Sandi did decide to drive Reyhan home. Has the boy been with his father since morning. "There's no Reyhan, the house must be deserted huh, Mbi?" ask Sandi as soon as the car has gone and Arimbi sitting next to her while holding her child.
"Yes must. There is also a fussy voice for the boy. Lately even rarely heard because of the fun of playing in your place. Don't be too pampered anyway Reyhannya."
"Who's doing it?" kilah Sandi's. "It's a habit."
"What habits!" sulcan Arimbi. "Any ask what is always followed, use ordinary talk. Didn't I see what?"
"Hehehe .. yes it is natural, Mbi. His name is the same son. I'm looking for money for who I'd try if not for a child" Sandi denied for reasonable reasons. "Just a little while to make a living for you."
"Make children anyway for children, but yes must be selective also dong. If all the requests he always you participate, what if he has grown up?"
"Well, if he grows up, he will understand himself, which one is good and which one is not?" Sandi still does not want to lose.
"say who?"
"Say I am."
"Who said? I remember that."
"Remember the doang, but there is no intention of responsibility."
Sandi back silenced. Want to say anything, Sandi's speech will be easily reversed by Arimbi. The mistake in the past, is indeed a very easy weapon to attack Sandi.
"Oh yes, he said you wanted to apply, Mbi?" ask Sandi to divert the conversation and coincidentally at that time she just remembered her conversation with her parents this morning when Sandi's parents stopped by to tell Reyhan and say goodbye to going home to the city. "Is it true that Mulyadi and her mother thought my parents were your parents?"
"Well, that's how it is," replied Arimbi while rubbing a swab of Reyhan's hair whose eyes had begun to close.
"Why don't you tell me who you are, Mbi? Let's see them."
"Make what, anyway, where might they believe my origin," replied Arimbi, his eyes more focused on gazing towards the deopan path. "Do you think my parents knew your parents?"
"Loh, I don't even know. You know where it's from?" Sandi looks surprised by what Arimbi just said. Even the man turned his head for a moment towards the woman next to him.
"So your mother told me. They said they knew each other" Arimbi said.
Sandi seemed to nod her head a few times while thinking. "Is it possible for your parents to subscribe to my parents' jewelry store, Mbi?"
Now replace Arimbi who thinks. "It could be that. Means Mama still likes to go with the jewelry?" Arimbi asked himself.
"If it is such a thing, it is only natural that your parents know my parents. You know for yourself, the quality of my family's stuff, right?"
Arimbi just nodded. But when the car driven by Sandi entered the complex area of Arimbi house. The woman's forehead and Sandi sontak wrinkled together. "Why are so many people at home? What's going on?"
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