Sweet Wounds
Track 8's
I haven't been by your side,
in minute but I think about sometimes,
even though I know it's not so distance,
oh no, I still want to be reminised.
- Julia Michaels
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"How's my granddaughter doing, she's okay, right?"
"....."
"Okay, thank you very much. Call me if there is a problem. I'm closed."
"..."
The old woman put a phone with an apple logo bitten in half on the table right next to her bed. Her net is staring right at the big picture frame where the husband looks dashing with his sweet smile.
"Our grandson is fine, ma'am. I'm sure you'll be happy to hear about our granddaughter. She is soon 9 years old. If you're still alive, we'll celebrate together. It's not just blowing candles with his mom. I was sad, for almost 9 years just able to monitor my own grandson from a distance. I don't know how far I can go to resist my will. But, I have a strong belief that in no time, I will embrace my grandson with both hands, guarding him without having to hide, she said, and poured out all my love for her until I was called by God and met you there."
The old woman wiped away the tears that kept dripping from her petals. Talking with her husband even though only through photos always makes her sad.
She was Sekar Saskara, wife of Richard Saskara, mother of Grianly Theodore Saskara. A person who for almost 9 years always lived in guilt to the son-in-law—he always called Elva his daughter-in-law no matter what the facts of law— and harbored a sense of longing for grandchildren only his puppet should be victim of the selfishness of his own parents.
Sekar took his cellphone which read an incoming message containing the latest photo of the grandson who was laughing happily.
"Oma's gonna hug you soon, baby."
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“Anjir, Wren really 100% photocopian lo. I auto inget childhood when look at his face.” Andra was amazed after her eyes caught the figure of a boy sitting down enjoying ice cream with a man she recognized as Xander in the city park.
Today, after her practice schedule is empty, Andra agrees to Grian's invitation to follow Wren. Andra who was filled with curiosity about the face of the ponakan did not bother to refuse.
“Yes is, right my seed.”Grian said proudly.
”Kalo I become Wren, will not I admit human as a jerk lo as my father. And from my point of view, Wren looks happy. I'm sure Xander really overwhelmed him with affection and of course SINCERE.” The man mengenkan last word before closing the sentence.
Grian immediately glared sharply, “means lo nekanin sincere word what?”
Andra clucking,”Ck! It's hard to talk to a jerk and don't have the heart of a cake lo.” His hand moved grabbing the briefcase in the back seat of the car, “Gue get off here.”
Grian stared at the astonishment of his best friend who was already walking towards the stop near the park. Why was Andra suddenly angry? Ah, nevermind. He has a lot of activities to do. After all, a human like Andra where could linger angry at him?
Grian immediately runs his car following the black Audi in front of him. Plans to follow Wren and Xander continue.
After nearly half an hour of tailing Xander's car, Grian was instantly cengo when he realized where they were now. Because, they are now in the place to practice football first. The place he left 20 years ago with all his dreams.
“Wah, brother Ian is so cool.”
“So Ian, if you have a lot of fans you can't forget me, huh? Anyway, I should be the no.1 big brother's fan, promise?”
The phrase of the little girl who was always with him reappeared. Grian shook his head many times, trying hard to remove the girl's face from his memory.
“Everything is over, G. Past is only past, Live your life!” Whisper the man to himself.
Wren and Xander had already disappeared from his sight. Signs they've gone inside. Grian immediately ran his car away from the place and ignored the plans he had compiled last night.
“Why go there, anyway?”
The man was upset with Xander. As a result of the choice of place, his plan to follow Wren must be undo. Grian could not set foot in that place anymore. He tried so hard to forget everything. But today, those memories are back.
What a shit day!
Ah, not entirely bad because he knows one thing. Other than faces, there was one more thing the two of them had in common.
Football&soccer.
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“Va, I was told by sister. He said he's doing Wren's football practice. Why hp lo why? die off? How can I not be contacted?”
Elva responds to her best friend's question by raising a black sailing phone, confirming the prediction of the woman in front of her.
Nindya clucked, “ck, whereas the plugs were just an inch from the seat. Basic, mager man!” The woman moved closer to where Elva was sitting and then raised her hand, “Siniin hp lo, let me charge her. What if there is an important phone? Here!”
Elva thrust her phone to Nindya accompanied by a full smile then said, “Thanks, dear Manin.”
The woman with Ash grey hair was just clucking lazily while her hands were striking the charger on the plug then she returned to the sofa in front of Elva.
Observing the face of the friend who looked serious with the computer, suddenly the woman became curious about one thing.
“Va, can I not?”
“Tumben nanya first, usually directly wholesale kinds of mothers when seeing promo.”
“Ck! So, can I just dong? But, if you do not want to answer, no papa kok.”
“About what?”
“Wren. He likes pure football because he wants to or because he dropped from the you-know-who?”
Elva immediately stopped her activities. His eyes immediately nailed the gaze of the woman in front of him.
Looking at the expression of his best friend who is difficult to explain, Nindya immediately said, “No need to answer, kok. My question is indeed ngawur.”
The woman was about to come out while Elva spoke. “I think Wren likes football because purely he is interested like boys in general. Just when I went to school on my father's day a few weeks ago, I knew I loved football coming down from that guy.”
Elva took a slow breath before continuing, “Gue instantly knew the time to see her excitedly chatting about football with the man. They both like the same club. I can't tell Wren to stop liking the ball just because of him, can I? So, what I'm doing now is just trying as far as possible to get Wren out of the man's reach. I can lose everything I have now, but I can't lose my son. I can't, I can't.”
Nindya cursed herself. Why is he so careless? Look, her best friend is back crying. Elva will always be sad when faced with something related to her ex-husband's son of a bitch. Nindya felt guilty.
The woman walked up to Elva and hugged her best friend tightly, hoping that her embrace would ease Elva's grief.
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