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Arriving at home, Atan and Tyra sat side by side like newly reunited brides. But the difference is now, they are sitting side by side it is not because they became king and queen for a day, but is undergoing an impromptu trial held by two families, both from the Tyra, and Atan.
Everything quiet. Still surprised of course. Moreover, Retno who became the mastermind of the case of bunting the Tyra. Sweat as big as corn appeared on his forehead. After his good image in front of the candidate gebetan, because he is the cause of trouble because his limp lips are not boned, do like carelessly nyerocos. If only he could control his emotions and keep his words, it would not be what it is today. Not like being made a witness to the charges of the ke-pe-ra-wa-nan break-in.
Jesus, Retno wants to run as far away as possible. Then free-fall into the sea to be eaten by megalodon whales. So what? So that he may not be thoroughly examined by a complex question by the venerable judge, Firdaus.
“So, right what you said earlier, Ret?”
Tuh, right? Speaking of Fir, Retno was getting hot cold. Then his eyes glanced towards Atan and Tyra were. They stared straight at her with anxious looks. Adudu, there's just. Ono-ono.
“Sa-i terseplosan, Om.”
It was very desirable for Retno to slap her own mouth for answering like that. Of the many answers that he has arranged and prepared since a few minutes ago, why exactly the damn answer that came out of his mouth?
Don't ask how Atan and Tyra are now. Because they were both accused, and could do nothing but wait for a verdict. Atan closed his eyes, while Tyra bit his lips in fear.
“It's true, om. Tyra is pregnant with my child now.” said Atan was gentleman who actually, making Retno upset. Want to avoid how, everything has happened and Atan, not wanting to involve anyone, made himself a perpetrator.
Riyana nodded in disbelief. Lastri was just silent in the arms of a doctor who had been like a child himself.
“You ever did that with another man besides Atan?” ask Firdaus for clarity. Tyra responded with a bowed head.
“We in je—”
Tyra's sentence came to a halt as Atan grabbed his palm silently and in a firm grip. Atan's gaze spoke so as not to involve anyone anymore, and make him the one who did it, so that the problem is not more complicated. Tyra is sensitive, he chooses silence.
“You why?” firdaus asked spontaneously after hearing a bit of his daughter's odd-sounding words.
“We at the bridge met that night. Then we went home together, and—” explained Atan trying to shift the topic. But it was cut off forcibly because of the sound of mama Tyra interrupting.
“Aduh, enough. I was nauseous with him.” said Riyana who indeed from the beginning did not want to hear any explanation. He just wants everything to end quickly with a decision. “Already, pa. Just marry them, rather than later Tyra's stomach gets bigger. Shame on us.”
There was a painful sting that Lastri felt in his heart when Riyana said blatantly. But the spicy words are true. If not married soon, Tyra's belly will grow bigger, and of course as a famous family, the names Firdaus and Riyana are at stake.
Firdaus nodded. Riyana's proposal is the only way out. There's no other choice.
“If I ask you to marry Tyra in the near future, can you, Tan?”
Atan turned towards Lastri, asking for the mother's approval so that the blessing was not missed. Lastri nodded too. There is no other option, let alone delay.
“I'm ready, om.” replied Atan firmly.
***
Atan rested at both feet of his mother. He even cried and begged forgiveness from his mother for making a fatal mistake that could tarnish the family's good name. Especially the big name Firdaus.
As far as the Tyra family was concerned, Lastri cried. And Atan knew very well what returned to make the mother shed tears. All because of his stupidity that could not hold back. Yes, at least he could restrain himself even under the influence of medicine, and Tyra's resigned words were teasing him.
“Mother's shy, son.” said she was contemptuous.
Atan could not speak. The risk of being caught is like this, making you ashamed. And now Atan is still trying to make his mother calm, willing to accept the fact that Tyra is indeed pregnant with her child. Moreover, the pregnancy that Tyra went through, was quite difficult. The woman had nausea vomiting which was quite severe until Atan felt unable to not accompany Tyra.
On the other side of his heart, Atan also did not want to involve the Princess anymore. It's enough Princess to make everything so chaotic as it is now. Even Tyra was now pregnant, also because of the childish Princess.
“Mom know, doctor Fir did not say anything other than asking for recognition from Tyra, just to keep the feeling of mother.” continued Lastri still can not make peace with reality. Because Atan never did anything embarrassing like this during Lastri raised him. But now? Why did Tyra suddenly conceive a child from her son? It's impossible for Atan to get Tyra pregnant for no reason.
“Now mom asks, are you serious about Tyra?”
Lastri looked at the back of Atan who had been fighting for him and Linda, too, then one breath escaped from his nose as the anger subsided in light of all the struggles and tireless work of his son. “Mother is really ashamed of Doctor Firdaus. All this time she's been good with mom. And now what's the reply?”
“Atan will be in charge, Mom. Atan won't let Tyra just like that when she finds out she's pregnant.”
“The problem is, they are respected people. Their names are at stake, son.”
Atan moved and grimaced holding the rest of the pain all over his body. “It won't happen. Om Firdaus has even set our wedding date.”
Lastri took a big breath, Lala rubbed her son's gleaming black mane. “Mom can't do anything, because you do have to be responsible as a real man.”
Atan nodded.
“Sayangi Tyra until anytime. Love her the same way you first liked and had feelings for her.”
Atan nodded again. He would do that without being asked.
“Get him to continue to be on the right path, live him born and inner properly.” Lastri said giving advice for a new life that will be Atan Arungi with the idol. “And one other thing you should pay attention to,”
Atan raised his face, staring at the face of the mother who now cupped his face with two palms that were no less wrinkled. Atan closed his eyes. He knows what his mother will say.
“Don't put mom first because you already have your own family. Prioritize your wife even though you do still have obligations to mother as a child.”
Hearing that, Atan cried. She nodded and put her head back on her lap. Today was so stifling to see her mother cry so many times, because of her.
“Excuse Atan, bu.”
Lastri rubbed back Atan's head, this time there was no longer the slightest bit of anger. There is only affection, poured out just like that because Atan is indeed pride and will always be his favorite son.
“Mother forgives you, son.”
Atan got up with difficulty, then hugged the mother with one arm free.
“Atan darling mother.”
Lastri also cried in the arms of the son. “Mother also loves you. Love also your wife and child later, just like loving mother.”
***
After begging his mother for forgiveness, Atan limped into his room. He must immediately break down because he already feels tired.
The soft bed that had been for almost six years supporting his body, became a place for his tired berthing. He grimaced, setting the position so that the injured shoulder did not hurt to perform his duty as a servant of the Lord. He did his five-time worship, isya'.
And when Atan was ready to do worship, Linda entered without permission to bring water, then placed it on a table not far from Atan's bed. The girl then sat with a sharp look full of telisik.
“So, that night huh?” linda asked him to try to pry information, when exactly the incident happened until the origin of Tyra's pregnancy.
“You're still a little—”
“Mas really aware while doing that?” ask Linda who would like to know. He was also afraid and did not want his dear brother to be the victim of being scapegoated by others to cover up the depravity of other men.
“You want interrogation mas ya?”
“Jawab aja, mas. Linda emotion is. Tyra is not pregnant with someone else's child, right?”
Atan grinned hearing Linda's assumption on her relationship and Tyra. Linda is typical of women who are almost the same nature and curiosity. It looks like Tyra.
“Engga adek me dear. The child is indeed a child mas, kok.” said Atan gave a firm answer. “Mas did that first time on Tyra.”[]
...—To be continue—...
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Anyway, ask me everything Lin-Lin. I'll be honest with Atan. ⁇ ️