Love In The Throne
Vernanda Suitomo

What has been said by Oma Ana is really realized. This morning after Hadinata and Alvin left for the office, Oma Ana and her private driver moved to the office where her son and granddaughter worked.

The atmosphere of the morning streets at noon was not too crowded. Perhaps because most office employees have started their activities in their respective offices.

Oma Ana's car was traveling at a moderate speed. Oma Ana enjoyed the morning scene by leaning her hand on her big stick. Despite his aging age and an imperfect body which must be helped with a cane, his young spirit is still burning in his soul. His loud and firm voice still sounded like the roar of a lion ready to prey on anyone. The serious facial sharpener is enough to make my fur sit standing and unable to refute or refute it.

Ccciiiiittt.....

"Aaaaarrrggghhh..." Nanda cried out hysterically, closed his eyes, shocked and shocked when suddenly a car was already within one inch of his body.

In the middle of the journey, suddenly a shrill voice from the sudden surge of car brakes that made Oma Ana who was sitting in the back seat to fall forward because of shock.

"Toni, what's wrong??" yelled Oma Ana in shock.

"Sorry big lady, I almost hit a girl" Toni's cold sweat started to wet her shirt.

"Basic fool!!! Driver is useless!!! Your eyes are blind enough to hit people?"

Toni just resigned to accept abuse from her master who was quite ugly and cute. He realized his mistake.

"I'm sorry madam, but the girl just now suddenly crossed over. I was shocked and..."

"It is you who are wrong." he said again. Oma Ana gets out of the car and sees the state of the girl who was almost hit by her driver.

Vernanda Suitomo, the girl who almost got hit by Oma Ana's car, sat down on the asphalt road. His feet felt very weak. His heart rate was beating fast and unnaturally. Many times Nanda took a breath while holding her chest to calm herself from the shock. A very fast incident that almost took his life. It was like a nightmare in the morning.

"Are you okay, son?" the heavy voice of an old woman spread the tension of Nanda's soul which was still in the daze of extreme shock.

Nanda looked up his head in the direction of the voice. Oma Ana bent her body to help Nanda to stand up. Nanda received Oma Ana's hand and stood towards the side of the road.

"Ma-I'm sorry, Grandma. I am less careful. I was in a hurry so I made Grandma's car had to stop because of me" Nanda really felt very guilty. The look on his face was pale, Nanda's hands were still trembling.

"Other times you have to be more careful... Where are you in a hurry?"

"I want to work, Grandma. I have shift 1. At 9 o'clock I have to get there. That's why I'm in such a hurry"

"If you already know 9 o'clock you have to arrive, why don't you leave early?"

"My mother is sick. So before I go to work, I have to take care of my mother first" Oma Ana nodded her head empathizing with what Nanda experienced.

"Oia, by the way, whose name are you?"

"Oh, I'm Nanda Nek."

"Ja-jangan Grandma. I don't want to take Granny. My workplace is not so far away. I just ride the angkot once again, it has arrived" Nanda refused subtly Oma Ana's offer.

"Let my chauffeur accept his punishment for not carefully driving."

"It wasn't the wrong driver. But I was the wrong one. I was from a cross that made Grandma's driver have to brake strong and maybe make Grandma also surprised"

"I love people who refuse fortune. Log in!!!" oma Ana's stern voice sounded similar to the loud commands from the big boss to the subordinates. Interrupts no.

Nanda was stunned, agape and unable to say other than following orders from Oma Ana.

Oma Ana returned to her car. He saw Nanda who was still standing and motionless following him to get into the car.

"How long will you be standing there?"

"Ah, I-iya Grandma. Fine" Nanda walked in obeying the requestor Oma Ana entered the car and sat down next to her.

Toni restarts her car to Nanda's workplace.

Nanda sat in a tense position. He never expected to meet a good person like Oma Ana.

"Oia sorry. What's grandma's name?"

"You can call me Oma Ana. Don't call me grandma. I'm not used to being called grandma" Oma Ana's stern voice sounded cold in the ear. Although the voice of this old woman was heavy and sometimes trembling, but her voice had a frightening magnetic power for those who heard. It seems Oma Ana is no ordinary person. Oma Ana must be someone who has power and is used to leading. Because of his voice can already describe a strong personality that is full of power. Inner Nanda spoke.

"Good Oma Ana"

Along the way to Nanda's workplace, there were no more conversations. Oma Ana is more silent enjoying the view of the road. Nanda himself also went silent and lowered his gaze. Aversion and fear raged in him for not much to say with this charismatic old lady. Occasionally Nanda steals a glance towards Oma Ana who is cool looking at the outside scenery with a medium look

holding a stick in his hand. The stick looks very expensive. Smooth and strong wood that looks like it is from the teak wood of choice, perfectly varnished to make the stick shiny and look beautiful.

Oma Ana's car only takes a few minutes to reach Nanda's workplace. After saying thank you, Nanda rushed out of the car and stood on the side of the road letting Oma Ana's car leave her. After feeling Oma Ana's car was far away, then Nanda walked to his workplace.

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Every day, Nanda works at two fast food restaurants and a private radio broadcaster. Nanda himself did not continue his studies. The condition of his sick mother forced him to work rather than college. His father, who worked only as a regular staff in a private company, could not afford to pay for Nanda's college. This is because the wife's medical costs are quite large every month.

By working, Nanda can help relieve his parents in meeting daily needs and can have little savings for sudden needs. Nanda's mother has a history of heart disease that is quite alarming. Health insurance from his father's office was not enough as his mother's hope of recovery. Because the health insurance provided from his father's office has a limit on costs. So to save the limit, outpatient costs are forced to use personal costs. Sometimes his father also had to owe in his office to cover the cost of his mother's treatment. Close the hole dig has been done by his father for almost 10 years.

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