Will You Marry Me?
The Part 38
(pov ARGA)
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*You're like a dandelion ...
The wind was carried ...
You still survive ...
You are like a dandelion ...
Still look beautiful ...
Although the wind tries to tear* ...
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"Rhesa Dayana Princess. That's incredible!" The woman patted both of her palms with a sinister smile. "Long time no see, Mrs Dirga Mahesa Rizaski."
"Claras?!"
"Hahaha .. gosh, that's funny! Apparently our kids have a special relationship, huh? I just found out, you know. Looks like we're a match, yeah, Rhes."
Something's wrong here. It seems they know each other. But it seems their relationship is not good. It was obvious from the expression on my mom's face. His white skin was suddenly flushed with breath that began to look hunting restraining emotions.
"What does this mean?" Mom's voice sounded vibrating.
"You still don't understand it?" The woman walked closer to my mother.
"Your beloved son seems to have fallen into my daughter's grasp. Wouldn't she? Do you understand now?"
"What the fuck?" lirih.
He saw Luna in his embrace. Mama's body seemed to tremble as she released Luna's hand that was coiled around her waist.
"He ... Your son?" mama asked with a look of disbelief at Luna.
"of course. Don't you see how much he looks like me?" said aunt Clara. "Arga, you and Dirga really have the same type of woman, huh."
"Shut your mouth!" snapped mom.
"Hey, why are you so angry? Just relax, Rhes! Haha ...."
"Arga, let's get out of here!" mom's orders.
"Come, Luna! You're coming with us too!" I grabbed Luna's hand.
"Take him off!" exciting mama.
"What's? But, Ma---"
"Arga, get going!"
Mama's hard-pressed footsteps really showed how her heart was filled with anger.
"Look in, you!" Aunt Clara seemed to pull Luna's hand back inside.
"That's!"
It was the call for help from him that made me look like a fool for not being able to do anything.
Mom snatched the car keys out of my hand. Drive the car at high speed. There were a lot of questions tucked into my head, but I was holding back from throwing them. I don't want to argue with my mom on the street like this. Moreover, his mind looked so chaotic.
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DIRGA HOUSE
"Where are you guys from? Why is this night just coming home?" ask the man who saw us enter the house.
"Ma, what's the matter?" I started to open my voice. "Why is my mom like this? Why did you leave Luna with her mother there? He could be beaten again, Ma."
"That's none of our business" replied mama Ketus.
"Kok, Mama is that? The forced mother came there to help Luna. Why is it like this now? What the hell is it? Mama, Arga needs an explanation!"
"Shut up, you!" snapped mom. "Decide the girl! Leave her!"
"What?! How, Mama, how about that?"
"You don't want to know, you have to end it all! Don't get involved with him anymore!"
"Ma ...!"
Without heeding my words, my mother continued to step up the stairs with the sound of pounding feet so loud.
"Rhes, wait!" Papa ran to my mom. "Don't be so angry, we'll talk to the cold head!"
"Don't get angry you say?!" peekik.
"Yes, but it's not the kids' fault. You can not, dong involve your personal affairs with their personal affairs!"
"Mas Dirga, what did you say? Wait ... wait! Why, Dirga said as if she knew everything?" search mama.
"I-it-it--"
"Mas Dirga, do you know?" ask mama. "Since when? Since when did Mas Dirga know that Luna was the son of that crazy woman? Since when?!" shouting mama.
"Rhes, I don't mean to hide this from you, it's just me--"
"Always like this!" exciting mama. "When it comes to that crazy woman, Mas Dirga has always been like this. Always lying ... lying .. and keep lying to me. Want to ruin me again? Is Mas Dirga gonna make me crumble again, huh?!"
Seeing the anger of the mother who was getting worse, papa threw his gaze at me and Jesika who stood looking at the wonder of their quarrel.
"We're talking inside!" Papa pulled my hand and took her into the room.
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"Mas, Jesi doesn't like to see mom and dad fight like that. Jesi's scared."
"It's okay. There's nothing." I hugged my crying sister.
She was shocked, so was I. It's the first time we've seen papa and mama like that. Fighting and shouting. They've never been like that before. Never at all.
What the hell is it?
Why is mommy so angry?
What kind of past do we not know, until they are seen venting so much anger like that?
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The atmosphere feels strange. It was obvious that my mother's feelings were getting worse.
The breakfast moments where we were always chatting and noisy, were now silent. Only the sound of a spoon clashing with a plate is heard in the ear.
Mama is silent, papa is the same. Jesika rolled her eyes at me with her sad face. I could only sigh without even daring to open my voice.
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Still half the rice on her plate, Mama got up and grabbed the briefcase in the chair next to her. My mother passed from before me without a word.
I saw that papa seemed to notice my mother's attitude, but then went back to sipping orange juice in front of him.
"Jesika, hurry up and get your bag! Papa's gonna take you to school" said papa.
My sister immediately left the dining table and half ran to her room.
I looked at the man in front of me. His eyes were pocketed with a slight dark circle under his fertilizer.
"Papa, I want to ask you about--"
"Arga, papa don't want to talk about it now" papa said.
The black suit was draped on the back of the chair and passed from before me.
What's the matter? I really don't like the atmosphere of my house to be like this.
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I turned my way around and came to a place where I might be able to get answers to all my questions.
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"The arga?!"
"Grandma, what a miss, huh!" I give a warm hug to my beloved grandmother.
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"Gee, how lucky! I came at the right time apparently." I'm headed to the kitchen for the smell of durian pancakes.
"Why come here so early in the morning?" ask grandma.
"Why? Don't like it, did her granddaughter come play here?" I asked back.
"It's not. Of course I like. Love it," he said, wiping the tip of my head.
"Just, it's college hours. What made you skip and come here?"
"Maybe it's because I smell Grandma's delicious cake" I said, inserting a piece of cake into my mouth.
"Iiiish .. where is there!" sergeant grandma. "You're exactly like your father, not good at hiding things."
"What? Grandma, I'm a detective, uh!"
"Here you go, don't muter! Come on, same grandma! What was? What kind of trouble brings you here?"
Sometimes I wonder. Are all women sensitive like this? Mama can always easily guess my heart. Grandma did too. Do they have the talent to be detectives?
"Lah bengong. Come, talk!" grandma says.
I put half a bite of my cake on the plate, sipped some water in front of me and rearranged my heart to ask grandma everything.
"Grandma, answer honestly, yes!" my door.
"He'em," he nodded.
"Grandma didn't know a woman named Clara?"
"What?!"
He's familiar. From her surprised expression, I could immediately tell that grandma also knew him. How I forced him to tell me everything.
"Who is he? What's the relationship with mom and dad?" my many.
Grandma looks confused. Several times he turned his face away from me. At first glance, a shock reaction was shown to me.
"Grandma, please tell me the truth!" I plead with hope. "I really want to know."
"As for that woman, where did you hear her name?"
"I met him."
"What?!" pekik grandma. "How ... how can you ..."
"I was close to a girl and the girl turned out to be the daughter of a woman named Clara."
"Geez!" exclaimed grandma by clenching fingers in her mouth.
"When mom and dad found out about it, they had a big fight. Mama is very angry. Really very angry. What the hell is it? Why did mom and dad get like that?"
Grandma was silent again. His face began to pale and bewildered.
"Grandma, be honest with me! I really want to know."
"Arga, let go of the girl!"
"What?!" my peek. "Why is that? Why are you all saying the same thing?"
I began to get emotional and shaken from my seat.
"Mama, papa and even grandma are like this. You guys told me to take it off but didn't give me a reason for sure" I said, with a restraining upset. "No. I'm not gonna let go. L loved her. I'm not leaving it just because the situation is not clear and unreasonable. Even I don't even understand what's really going on."
It seems free that I came here. Grandma is the same. I got up from my seat and stepped in front of the mother of my father.
"Clara-she's Dirga's ex-wife."
Whahuh? What was that just now?
I went back to Grandma and stared hard at her.
"Ex ... wife? Him and .. papa?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"No. No way."
My body went limp for a moment. My mind drifted somewhere. I took back the seat in front of me and tried to regain control of myself.
"Clara is Dirga's schoolmate. He has no friends but Dirga. Family dumped him. When Dirga got married, she began to lose control. He tried so hard to destroy Dirga and Rhesa's marriage, that he threatened to kill himself."
"What?!"
"Until one day, he framed your papa. He said that the child he contained was Dirga's son and that your father eventually married her."
"What about mom?" my many.
"Dirga married Clara as a second wife with Rhesa's permission" she said. "But all the pressure that Rhesa felt, finally made her give up. Rhesa finally asked for a divorce."
"Divorce?!" my peek.
Grandma nodded with an occasional gulp of water before her.
"When Rhesa went to America to resume S2, that's when she conceived you. He hid your whereabouts from us for four years."
"So, for four years I lived in America it was because my mom and dad got divorced?"
"He'em."
"What the fuck? Why don't I know anything?"
I felt a warm feather running down my cheek. Glowing and getting louder. My heart ached so much, so much pain that my breath was tight.
So all the stories you and your mom told me were lies. I'm the one who always wondered why I came to live in America without papa. They always reasoned that papa took care of the work and Mama had to finish her education. They lied to me. They've been covering this sad story from me for decades.
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21.15 WIB
DIRGA HOUSE
I stepped heavily into the house. I threw my backpack and hoodie onto the living room couch. My steps were blocked as my gaze stopped on the figure of the woman standing staring at her beloved flowers in the garden beside the house.
My heart ached a little when I saw his small back from a distance. My eyes were hot and dewy again.
"Mama." I hugged the little body from behind. "Sorry! Forgive Arga, Ma!"
"Arga?"
She's the woman who kept me alone without her husband.
She was the woman who endured the pain of giving birth to me alone, with no family accompanying her.
He works and takes care of me and that must be a heavy burden for him.
What is your heart, Mama?
Mama even kept all the suffering alone without sharing it with me.
Mama, I never knew there was a million pangs behind every smile of yours for me.
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