YOUNG WIFE POLICE SIR
PROTECT AND PROTECT
It was raining, a young man ran while pulling his suitcase. Opened his car which was parked at the airport.
The car drove away, through the streets that were jammed because of the hours of going to work, as well as the spatter.
The sky is hot, but the rain is drizzling. The condition of Juna is the same as the weather that is not in good condition.
Arjuna was forced to go home unannounced, for a reason. He didn't even tell his family.
Juna's face looks a lot of thoughts, always rubbing his face. His car was finally able to walk freely after passing through traffic jams.
Juna's gaze saw an old woman who was walking in limp after being released on parole, the door of Juna's car opened and walked over.
The look of the old woman in front of Juna looked towards the door of the washcloth, after getting confinement for decades, she was released due to illness.
Citra's body turned around, staring at Juna already in front of her. Juna's smile was visible, directly hugging his mother who was shedding tears.
"Arjuna, are you home?" citra's hand rubbed her Son's back.
Citra looks at the car, hoping to see her twenty-year-old daughter Atika, Citra has never seen Tika.
"I'm sorry Juna came alone, later I'll tell Tika." Juna hugged his mother to get in the car.
Citra's hand restrains Juna, not allowing Arjuna to tell his sister about Citra's freedom. Tika's life is happy, without having to know her.
"Juna, thank you for coming, son, you can go Juna, let Mama run her life alone." The image begged Juna not to care about her, to see Juna alone was more than enough.
Chief Juna shook his head, he was obliged to guard and protect his mother. He even made a sudden flight, when Anggun's lawyer contacted him.
"Ma, let Juna protect Mama, because Juna couldn't do it. Forgive Juna who has not been able to serve, but from today Mama has Juna." Juna's smile was visible, covering his mother's head so as not to be famous for rain.
The tears of Citra dripped, she did not want to be a burden to Juna. As a child Citra ignored her children, and Juna should not be responsible for her life.
"Get in Ma's car, it's gonna be raining pretty soon." Juna.
Not want his son raining, Citra directly in the car. Juna took a breath, controlling himself to be strong.
The car leaves the garage, heading for the simple apartment where Juna comes home, because it is closer to the hospital.
Arjuna apologized, because the apartment was not big. Juna would meet his mother every day after work, because of the close distance.
"Juna's apartment is good, it's already very good." The image stepped in, looking at the neat and clean house.
Even the house looks empty, because Juna long abroad. Sometimes there are cleaners who come once a week to do the treatment.
"Ma, this is Mama's room to rest, later we buy clothes and other equipment." Juna's smile was visible, letting her Mama in.
"Juna, thank you. You don't have to bother, Mama's clothes are still good, and Mama will clean the house." The image of sitting on the edge of the bed, he had not touched a comfortable bed for a long time.
Seeing her thin body makes Juna's heart broken, but he must be more grateful to be given the opportunity to meet Mama longer.
"Ma, Juna has read about Mama's pain, we will do the treatment." Juna looked at the report he received.
"Mama, why is it so cruel to Juna? at least Mama must be treated for Juna, Mama just follow Juna's directions. Let me take care of it, please don't keep getting rejected." Juna's eyes glazed over, instantly closing his eyes regulating his breathing.
"I'm sorry Mama made a burden on your mind, but Mama doesn't want to trouble Juna." The image rubbed the head of his son.
Citra's cry is heard, her self becomes the burden of her Son, and Juna's conscious image of happiness is hindered by her.
Tears Juna finally dripped, Mama's speech is not wrong if Juna has a lot of burden, he tried to finish one by one in order to breathe freely.
Arjuna does not want to use the ego, trying to succumb to anger so that he does not regret. If Juna's not taking care of her, then who is? His mother had no family, except for her children.
"Juna is happy to have Mami Aliya, she's a wonderful Mother figure, but Mami always told Juna's head, there is no child without a Mother. Juna is in the world, because of Mama's struggle, let Juna repay her by looking after Mama." Juna's hand wiped his tears, rubbing his chest that felt tight.
The cry of Citra was increasingly heard, the young girl who used to be Citra hurt became a Mother who educated her Son.
Juna's character was shaped as best he could, and he grew into a very outstanding youth, perhaps if it was Citra that educated him, there was no Arjuna now.
"Mama follow whatever Juna says, Mama will do the treatment." The image rubbed his Son's back so as not to get too drawn into grief.
Juna's smile was seen, strengthening his mother to fight against the disease. Juna believes his mother can be the Mama Juna used to know when he was a child.
"How are Mami and Papi? Mama heard from Anggun, Al has a Son and Daughter who look like you and Tika?" Citra's smile was visible, staring at the nodding Juna.
"Mommy and Papi are still the same as they used to be, loving each other. The presence of Juan and Ria added to our happiness, as well as the chaos of the house. If there used to be only Tika, now plus Ria who was naughty doubled." Juan smiles if he remembers his mother crying asking Juna to go home to take care of his sister.
Ria's mischief is amazing, she's grumpy, ignorant and vengeful. Al every day to school, because his daughter hit the head of his friends to be used as a drum.
Citra's laughing voice rang out, Citra recalled when Juna was three years old. He had started school for the kids, but every day came home fast, for hitting his friends.
"Ria looks like you Juna, her intentions are joking, but a disaster." The laughter of the image could not stop.
"Juna isn't naughty Ma."
"You stopped being naughty, for having a sister. Ria would stop if she had a sister, let alone her having two older brothers who would look after her."
Juna's head shook his head, Ria won't change. He was not even afraid of Isel who was his only granddaughter, two powerful families.
"What about Atika? now he's big."
Juna shows a photo of her sister, Citra taking Juna's phone, rubbing the face of her daughter who grew into a very beautiful woman, also similar to Altha.
The voice of the incoming call on Juna's phone, Citra immediately answered it. There was the sound of Al nagging Juna who did not give news all day.
[Juna, you go home now. Mommy Anggun said if Mama Citra is free, you meet Mama Citra. Now Arjuna.] Al yells asking Ria to cry away from him.
Citra's laughing voice rang out, greeting Aliya who had not yet changed.
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