Bitter Tongue In-Law
70.

A few weeks from the departure of Anita and her son, Arga returned home to her mother. He will return to be a single Arga who is responsible for his mother's life. He has no plan ahead of him. He just wants to work to survive. I don't think he has any taste for thinking about anything else.

Not for Ms. Ningsih. He who did not learn from what happened to Arga instead made it an opportunity to incite Arga to take Cashel from his mother.

"Mom, I don't want to deal with the same thing again, I feel like I've had enough of this. Didn't you realize all this time that happened to me this is also part of my wrong past with Nuna?"

"Everyone has it wrong, where is there anyone who doesn't make it wrong? The important thing is that you apologize, yes. Why do you think of sins? Anyway, yes, Nuna can still have children with her husband. You won't have anyone else if you leave."

Arga was just silent, he felt his mother did not understand his feelings, he did not care what he felt. There have been many things that he experienced and felt, but his mother seemed to not care, which he knew only to urge and feed his ego.

"It's not the right time to talk about something like this, ma'am. I just lost my wife's son, but Mom's been pushing me. Huh, Mom. Let me calm down first. Give me a breath to rest. This is all exhausting for me."

"If you are not pushed on, you will not move. I told you from the beginning, grab until you can, you become a really soft man."

The call continued until a few months later. Arga never once responded, he tried to persevere with the stance to stick to his desire to change and improve.

Of the many months that he passed, today he felt a longing that had arisen at the end of his head. Today was the day he went into the hole that he thought had a brightly lit lamp, but apparently the lamp slowly dimmed and finally darkened to this moment. Either he can get out of this darkness or not only time can answer.

In the morning that he made as the day of the birth of his son as well as the day of the separation of his marriage to Nuna, he used as an excuse to meet Cashel. He doesn't know when exactly the child was born, he's not a good father, nor is he a responsible man, but he's trying to be both. Although he does not know what and how Nuna and her family will respond when they see him, either rejection or expulsion, he will still run what he planned. The heartache of rejection was nothing out of the ordinary for him. He has gone through many times of pain and injuries that could have made him die slowly.

A medium-sized gift accompanied her journey that morning. Hopes to be able to at least just talk for a while, just let go of longing so that he can fall asleep soundly without carrying the burden of longing that he has lately endured.

It took a long time for Arga to go to Nuna's house if from Bu Ningsih's house. However, the long distance did not reduce the slightest intention of Arga to visit his son. The long journey was apparently not felt if accompanied by good prejudice. Along the way Arga only imagined he could chat with his only child who resembled him.

Some time silent there, he saw Cashel who was circling the yard of his house that was no less big with his house. He circled around with a happy laugh while pedaling a new-looking bicycle. The boy was not alone, he laughed with his mother and Bian.

His lips curled when he saw the sight. But not with his heart, there was a hint of self-righteousness that enveloped his little heart. If only he had been there, if only he had trusted Nuna with all his heart, heard what she said, investigated first what was true, and had it been any other, surely his life will be more perfect and not as messy as this.

The intention of Arga who originally wanted to give a box of toys turned into a lamentation. I don't know how long he stayed there and finally realized his actions that would only hurt his heart. Finally he decided to stop visiting Nuna's house that day, he hurried to turn the steering wheel to return home. And so in his hurry he did not see the state of the road that there was a truck passing. As a result the front motorcycle tire Arga nudged and finally he furthest along with the bike. The sound of the motor falling and the screams from Arga made Nuna and Bian momentarily turn their heads towards the streets. Seeing that there was a sprawling reflex Bian ran to give help.

"Mas, is that okay? Is anything bad? Let me tire..." Bian's words hung when he saw Arga's face that looked in pain. His legs were pinned by the motor and asphalt as if it hurt him terribly.

"Arga, let me help you." Bian continued to help the man stand up. Regardless of his past, Arga still needs help.

"Your feet are bleeding, you should be given medicine. Come with me!"

"No, Bian. No, I can hold it. I'm just going home."

Bian noticed Arga's face and body that did not look as fresh as before. The face that is thin and as if not maintained is very obvious. Plus the body is so thin increasingly add to the impression that Arga is not okay after the departure of his wife and child. From Arga's physical, Bian can conclude that the man is indeed really bad life and maybe he already has no spirit to continue life.

Bian is still a normal human being with feelings. As much as he hated Arga, still seeing the terrible circumstances made his mother's taste just appear.

"Right, Ar. At least clean the blood on your feet first. It'll hurt to be forced to drive." Bian's eyes accidentally saw a box wrapped in wrapping paper. No need to ask again Bian already understands who it is for.

"Udah, come with me to the house. Don't worry Nuna will kick you out, I guarantee you.