Me, You And The Marriage Contract
Homehouse

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Quinsha had only been in the Hospital for three days, but for the whole British palace it was very long in the Hospital, and finally today Quinsha has been allowed to go home. Kayana says Quinsha is healthy. Mother of Syria was deliberately to pick up her favorite grandson. Hugs and thanks are not ceaselessly conveyed by the Mother of Syria to Kayana. In fact, specifically invited Kayana when not too busy to visit her home. Rich mother of Syria, there is still much she wants to tell Kayana, there are still many questions that fill the niche of her heart against the figure of Kayana.

Kayana who is currently lying in her bedroom, in her house of service was very well remembered how good mother of Syria treated her. At the beginning of their meeting, the middle-aged woman had become her helper.

The world is vast but, for some reason Kayana is very small. Anything that is impossible can be possible. Kayana was able to meet again with the mother of Syria and could feel a warm embrace so peaceful from the woman.

Kayana knows, the mother of Syria is a very good person.

“Non?” Aunt Mar made Kayana's daydream fade.

Aunty was standing at the door of Kayana's room which was closed by her.

“Iya bi.” Kayana replied as she walked over and opened the door to her room.

“Today want aunt cook what?”

“True also bi, three days do not eat food aunty, Ana kangen very.”

“So according to non what's good?” it was nice to see Kayana's attitude.

“Bi, chicken soy sauce capcai how, plus sambal matah?” Chasing while fantasizing.

“Mostly non, all can aunty make.” Eager. “Non rest first yes while waiting for aunt to cook. Later when all is ready, aunt call the nonnya.”

“Still a lot ya bi.” Smiling as bright as the sun heard the approval from the aunt.

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“Bun..”.

In the palace mansion, Sadewa, who had just delivered Quinsha into her room to rest, appeared to be coming down the stairs.

There was a Syrian mother sitting with a reading book on her lap. The mother of Syria heard the voice of the eldest child calling her but, the mother of Shaniua deliberately did not want to answer, silent.

“Pending again read what?” sitting next to the mother.

“Nothing?” answered without taking his master's eyes off the book.

“Bun.” Trying to call once again, there are many things that Sadewa wants to talk with the mother.

Sadewa knew that her mother was still angry with her for her pain. And as a head of the household, Sadewa knew enough of his fatal mistake. But, being kept by her own biological mother in the midst of the conditions she faced, Sadewa felt unusual. There is a warmth of lost love. Sadewa was not happy.

“Bun.” Once again trying to make the bundle of Syria want to interact with him.

“What?” that was the only word the mother said in response to her.

“Mother is still angry with me?” asked with her head resting on her shoulder.

The Mother of Syria looked at Sadewa, closing her reading book which she had not read anymore when Sadewa went down the stairs.

“You know for sure what the answer is bundakan?”

“Iya.” Answering quickly.

“Lantas?” Mother asked back.

“I was wrong bun, completely wrong.” Admitting with resignation. “I'm so sorry.

“Any price your regrets price, son.” The Mother of Syria sighed.

“I am indeed a stupid bun, I too believe everything will be fine.” Keep your head up and look at the face of Syria.

“Firasat mama since the beginning is not good, mama has told you everything, and you keep insisting too.” Piqued.

“Thank God still loves us, still giving us a chance to raise your only trust. Otherwise, you don't know what to do? The sense of loss that used to be untreatable, do you have to lose again?” the sound is a bit vibrating.

“Yes Lordnnn.” Sadewa is very sorry. “Mother jagan gomong like that.”

“God, mother never forbid you want to be close and marry any woman figure. Mother always reminds you, for your age now it is appropriate that you have a wife. But, can the woman who becomes the mother's daughter-in-law be a good woman? Women who will not only be wives to you but, also willing to love Quinsha.” Grasping Sadewa's hand.

“Only Quinsha the precious treasure your sister left behind. Don't waste him just to fulfill your momentary desires, God!”

“Force God, mother.” Kissing the mother's right hand and long bowed there. It is great regret Sadewa, regret that came too late and almost made him unable to show his face in front of the mother. Sadewa realized, all the mother's words are true.

“Stop being in a relationship with that woman, or a woman of her kind!” emphatically. “Find a well-mannered woman who likes you and loves Quinsha, a winitya who sees you as loving, not as a money-making man! The woman who adores you and is ready to become aware of you when you are tired and fall, not the woman who only knows to preen and show off her curves for anyone, for any man! Look for a woman who will be a great mother to your children and a woman who is happy to accept Quinsha as a child!”

Evening behind the twilight, Syria was finally able to pour out her deepest desires on her only son. A hope that according to the Shaniant is not difficult what else is excessive as long as the child is willing to self-renew for all the good that God has prepared for him. Syria can only pray, hopefully after all the sorrow that enveloped the British extended family then, aka happy tone next. May Sadewa soon bring happiness in their family.