Bitter Tongue In-Law
55. Green Light

No matter how angry Bian is with Nuna, the man still can't change his feelings. The love and affection that have been lodged seems to be inviolable with the spinning of anger that has peaked.

It had been six months of his quarrel with Nuna while in the woman's shop. Although he no longer pursued or appeared before Nuna, in fact, the feeling still remains the same. This was proven by Bian by watching Nuna from a distance.

He never tired of tailing that woman every time Cashel went home from school. Attempts to win Nuna's heart now he replaced with a method of bringing his name in a third of the night. He is not a person who understands and is good at religion, but at least he understands how to ask God for good. Whether it's asking to be kept away or brought closer.

Sometimes it feels like he went to Nuna's house without the woman's knowledge, but he himself does not know when the right time to visit her home without her knowledge. Talking from heart to heart with a cool head with both parents seems to be more fruitful.

Until finally his mind was carried out today, on a fairly hot Sunday at ten in the morning, he split the streets are quite crowded because many people spend the rest of the day off.

He was silent for a moment on the street not far from Nuna's house. He looked at the house for signs of life there. Not long after, Cashel came out of the house and ran towards the road. He didn't know where the little boy was going, he might run to his friend's house.

Bian opened the door and intercepted Cashel as the boy was about to approach his car. The boy stopped and looked at Bian with a questioning look and face. He had forgotten Bian's face.

"Cashel forgot the same Om? This is Om Bian, who once drove you to school in a bag you left at Om's restaurant."

It only took a few seconds, Cashel had already remembered the man. That simple thing actually makes Bian happy.

"Where are you going? Is mom home?"

"Mother's in the shop."

"Who is home?"

"Same grandfather Om Nizar."

"You want to take Om home? Om to play. Oh, yeah, um there's something for you. A moment." Bian briefly covered the car and carried a medium-sized bag. He had long prepared it indeed for the child he had approached as a baby.

"That's what Om?"

"Gift to sholeh's son. It'll open at home, now let Om carry it, heavy." Bian took the little boy's hand and walked back home. This scene is called the relationship between father and son.

"Om out of anger, Mom, that time never came again. I forgot the same face of Om."

The question from Cashel made Bian's steps come to a halt and kneel in front of the boy.

"Kok you still remember that Om never got mad at Mom?"

"Soalya Om for Mother to cry continuously, Mother so dreamy and sad after Om angryin."

"Om angry because Mom's naughty. Just like you, if you're naughty you must be angry, right? But the anger must not have been long. About if anyone gets angry Cashel fitting Cashel naughty is dear or not the same Cashel?"

The boy thought for a moment, "Darling. Mom said that you're mad at me because I'm wrong, naughty, or hard to say, it's because you care about me."

"Well that knows. It means that Om is angry with Mom. Um..."

"So dear to you?"

"Smart boy," praised Bian as he rubbed the top of the boy's head. "Well, we're home now" he added.

The two men of different generations were continuing their steps to reach home. Small talk and questions about Bian's school ask the boy. He hopes this first step leads him to the change he wants.

As soon as he got home, Cashel ran inside and called his grandfather. No need to wait long, Bian had seen Mr. Lukman and his grandson walking to see him.

The friendly smile that greeted his arrival made Bian relieved because the man had not changed. And he again hoped this was the way to get him accepted into that humble family.

"Please come in, son."

Bian walked in and sat himself on the flower-patterned sofa. Cashel has been in Mr Lukman's arms since then, asking his grandson to go play, but Bian quickly said he wanted to approach the seven-year-old. In order not to hear the adult chatter, Bian finally gave him the bag he had brought. Toys and some fairy tale books will definitely keep Cashel at home without hearing his chatter.

"You look different from seven years ago."

"Alhamdulillah, Sir. God made me change in finances."

From that simple chat, other small talk flowed. Mr. Lukman still remains just as friendly and kind as he was seven years ago. From the chat, Bian finally found out why Nuna and the other family disappeared.

The cliche and the same reason that Nuna had thrown out seemed to be the only reason that was indeed a hindrance.

"Actually Father and Mother have advised Nuna not to behave like this because this is the same as not appreciating the kindness you have given, but again Nuna who underwent this. So Father and Mother can do nothing but obey what they want. I hope you understand how Nuna feels. She must be very insecure about her single parent status."

"I understand his status, sir. That's why I'm still fighting for him. I want him to know that my love is not from anything he has. Whatever is in Nuna, I love my love. I wouldn't dare to talk like this if my feelings lasted a while. But this was calculated from five years ago, sir, when Nuna went to work to change her fate. I already had that feeling, even I had intended to come here before Nuna left. But he wouldn't let me. So I finally decided to obey him and wait until he came home. But I did not expect that his return would bring such a change. Even when everything had completely changed in my eyes, somehow my feelings couldn't go away. So I mean to come here I want to approach Chasel, maybe through him I can get Nuna's heart. But I did that want to get permission from you first, if you allow me to continue my business, I will continue. If not, I will back off. The most important thing now for me is the blessing of Father and Mother, for Nuna I believe I can win her heart."

"If you are the same father, I leave everything the same Nuna. Nuna lived it, but if you personally very much appreciate if you have good intentions to marry your son. You are also a man, so you understand how you feel. I used to have a hard time with Mom too. Just so you know, that woman is. When asked if love is not the same as someone, the answer is no. His heart said something else. I'll help you later."

A grateful smile along with relief just appeared on Bian's lips. No one knows how happy he was to get the green light from Mr. Lukman to marry his son. His mind and heart felt a sense of relief and felt his burden for months being lifted in half.