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Kusuma Family Home

Lara

I turned on the music on Ditya's car radio. Choose one of the radio stations that used to play my favorite song. A song flowed, ushering in who was going to my in-laws' house.

We also arrived at a big house. No less luxurious than Papa's house but still Papa Handaka champion.

Ditya parked his car in the car park of his spacious house. There are not many cars in the parking lot, unlike in my house, which everyone each has a car.

Is it because the residents of this house are the three with both parents?

"Let's go!" Dita opened the door for me. I got out of the car and followed him into the house.

Mama Kusuma has welcomed my arrival with a friendly and gentle smile. "Well, there's a daughter-in-law. Welcome, dear at Mama's house."

Mama Kusuma then hugged me warmly and lovingly. I love being in a loving family like this. It is very different when you are at home. Heat and emotion continue to be innate.

"Where is it, Ma?" tanya Ditya who came and kissed her mother's hand.

"Papa went fishing with his friend." Mama Kusuma gave her hand while rubbing Ditya's hair lovingly. It was seen how much he loved Ditya.

"You two have lunch here, huh? Mama's gonna cook a nice meal to welcome Lara!" mama Kusuma said excitedly.

"May I help you, Ma?" I asked while trying to get closer.

"Sure dong! Let's go to the kitchen!" take Mama Kusuma. "Borrow your wife first, Dit. Mama's turning back again!"

"Don't get chafed, Ma. Just one day about being a wife." Ditya replied with a laugh. "Ditya's in the room, Ma. Sleepy!"

"Cie... Drowsiness to end your affection? It's different with the newlyweds! Yaudah let's get Lara started cooking!"

I followed my mom into the kitchen. I helped Mama clean the vegetables and chop them up, Mama executed.

"Lara, I'm sorry Mama wants it. Sofie's mom is Lara's real mom?" ask Mama frankly.

"It's okay, Ma. Just relax. What a surprise, Ma, if I'm not Aunt Sofie's real son?" I answered with a smile. I never hid the fact that Aunt Sofie wasn't my mom. Let the whole world know. I never wanted to have a mom like Aunt Sofie.

"Oh... So it's my mother's suspicion. It's worth looking a bit indifferent about your reception. That Anggi's her biological son isn't it?" ask Mama Kusuma again.

"Yes, Ma. Anggi Aunt Sofie's biological child who was brought when she married Papa. Papa's real son is Lara's only one." I answered honestly.

"Now Mama knows why Sofie's mother looks more like Anggi marriage than you. I'm sorry Mama doesn't want to know your family business. Just straighten out Mama's suspicions." Mama Kusuma is not feeling good on her own.

"It's okay, Ma. Lara has never hidden it from anyone. Especially now that Mama Kusuma has become Mama Lara. Aye right?"

Mama Kusuma smiled. "Mama can see from the first meet. You are a good boy. It's worth it to like you so much."

We cooked together and told stories about my life and a little bit of Ditya's life. Mama Kusuma only told about college and Ditya when she was an adult. It feels like the story is on the skip. I dare not ask.

It was as if my first suspicion of the dissimilarity of their faces had not disappeared but had instead increased again with another suspicion. Is it true that Ditya is not the biological child of the Kusuma family?

I didn't think about it for long. Mama and I were busy serving our food at the dinner table. Mama told me to call Ditya, let the rest Mama and the maid in their house continue.

I also climbed the circular staircase to the top floor. It turns out that the above is also as wide as the lower floor. But because only Ditya sleeps upstairs so the impression is empty. Guest rooms are only used if there are guests.

This is why I don't want a big house. At least I and Anggi sleep upstairs and fight often so there is a crowded atmosphere. Why is this house so quiet?

I also knocked slowly on the door of the largest room according to Mama's instructions. There was no sound, I opened the door and went inside.

Ditya was sleeping on his big bed. I just went into his room this once. The room is a minimalist design typical of boys in general.

Neat rooms and all items arranged in regular order. Reflecting Ditya.

I didn't wake Ditya but looked around his room. His collection of books is heavy. It seems that my husband is a typical reader of quality books and who needs to think.

Some books are similar to the ones I have. Biographies of some important figures. Books on corporate management and related to leading the company. He deserves to be a great leader, He wants to study hard apparently.

I then switched to Ditya's photo collection. There is a photo of Ditya's graduation flanked with her parents. Ditya smiled broadly at the camera and his parents smiled with pride.

I became envious. In my picture there is only me and Papa. No mother accompanied.

Just like me, Ditya also has some photo figurines placed in his 4 bulkhead wooden cabinet.

I look at the photos that are. Photo with Nisa while in the home. Sister Nisa smiled widely and looked very fond of Ditya. They have known each other for a long time apparently, deserve time in their Panti very familiar.

Ditya also took pictures with his brothers in the Panti. It shows how much he loves those brothers. There's a Flower and a chick that wasn't at the changeover yesterday.

Then there's a photo of Ditya as a teenager. Her hair was still on the side. His face was still thin and not as muscular as it was now. Again he took a picture with a girl. His girlfriend?

Notwithstanding. Ditya said I was the first woman he kissed. The time when you lied?

Then who's this chick? His face is ordinary. Natural. Make up can turn out to be very beautiful.

I feel very familiar with this girl. But who?

Is this girl a friend that Ditya often told?

"How come you didn't wake me up anyway?" I was shocked when I heard Ditya's voice. Almost the figura I was holding fell.

I quickly put the figura back in place and turned around. A smile I put up.

"You're so sleepy about it. I'll look around your room first. So tired, huh?" I approached Ditya and sat by the bed.

"Yes. More tired than leading a meeting all day." Ditya opened both his hands. I too fell into his warm embrace.

"I smell smoke. Cooking in the kitchen." I said.

"No problem I like."

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