My fault? Or Destiny?
Chapter 21
Aww!
Mila yelled fortunately her badness in the burly chest of Tama so not too sick, maybe Mila screamed just shocked. A few seconds of their views clashed with each other, it was clear that Tama still harbored feelings of liking towards Mila. The view ended when a horn was right behind the car they were riding in.
A tit! Aitho!.
The sound of the horn really shrieked the eardrum, Mila touched her sitting position. While Tama again run his car so that the horn in the back stops ringing.
"Aren't you papa La? Sorry yes I caught a sudden problem there was a cat that suddenly passed by is not possible also if I keep making a way, pity later if the cat died," tama focused on his car.
"I don't know Tam, you don't papa, do you? Yes, I know I wanted to say it too, but you already know, yaudah, I didn't say it. Wah Tam has arrived at home, too," pointed Mila with a smile towards Mardi.
"I don't papa kok La, yes Father has already brought his wheelchair as well. I parked first La," replied Tama, who was taken by Mila.
After parking her car, Mila and Tama get off the car. Tama brought the items that Mila had bought earlier, while the souvenirs Tama bought had been brought by Mila.
"Nak Tama? Wah just bring in all yuk coffee first, have long time not drink at home," Marni invited with a smile to see Tama.
"Thank you very much Mak but I have to go back to work, anytime I play here Mak. Then I say yes, Mommy, sir. I said yes, sorry to rush to be afraid of his late job." Tama kisses Mardi's hand and Marni does not forget to shake Mila's hand to say goodbye.
"Where did you guys end up? Kok ninggalin Mom alone is not awaited anymore," Marni reflects while looking at Mardi and Mila alternately.
"So long Mom really came home, Mak already entered it first bought by-by Tama. Is it Mak?" it was Goda Mila who made Marni so enthusiastic about receiving the plastic bag that Mila brought.
"It must be Nduk, the geratisan. How long have you been doing Nduk?" mardi asked as he stepped in carrying a cardboard containing a used sewing machine.
"Lah was going to stop by first to buy this market snack, sir, slowly Pak is heavy later on the back of Mr. Kecetit," message Mila because Mardi is old.
"You doubt the power of your Father? This is not how much, you have been used to lifting heavy weights like gini. This you put in the living room just yes Nduk which is wide enough place so it does not make kemrungsung," suggested Mardi put the cardboard next to the sofa.
"Here already eaten first the snacks of the market, Mother has made a drink for you. You must be tired, right" orders Marni who is taken by Mila and Mardi.
"Oh that's Mommy keeps talking, don't know why suddenly Darsih ngajakin Mum chat. Yaudah deh Mak ladenin" replied Marni, sipping her drink.
"Don't habit of chatting Mak, or even gossip is not good. We already have no need to be busy taking care of the world, take care of the afterlife Mak," protest Mardi who made Marni put the drink on the table.
"This guy doesn't gossip sir, after all just a light conversation. If there are neighbors who ask the cook Mother does not answer? Busy collecting supplies in the end may be sir but do not close your eyes also if we are still alive in the world," protests Marni staring carelessly at Mardi.
"But wouldn't the edges gossip too? If only just answering the fact that the Father does not matter, this Father only gives Mak willi-wanti so as not to fall deeper," replied Mardi who did not want to lose.
Ekhm!
Deheman Mila managed to divert the conversation that was starting to heat up.
"It's been to Mak, sir. Just enjoy the market snacks with solemn do not make the atmosphere hotter, oh yes Mak if you can know Mum join PKK is not it?" Mila switched the conversation while looking at Marni.
"Why is Nduk? My mom is still there's no substitute." Marni looked at Mila curiously.
"So gini Mak intention Mila want to make a veil that is not only a veil anyway clothes too, a robe too. Later try Mak help to say the same Mothers who participated in PKK Mak told me to buy," explained Mila re-inserted the market snacks into the mouth.
"Well that good idea Nduk, later Mom will help you promo deh. So you want to sell those clothes to Nduk? Mak support deh important you do not get tired yes, do not be sick too. Hard work can be but smart work must also be the main Loh Nduk," advice Marni who makes Mila frown.
"Each Mak calm down, if so Mila want to make patterns first yes. Mila says resign, Mommy, sir." Mila left the kitchen to the living room.
Mila begins to prepare a board to draw, before drawing a pattern Mila again checks her phone who knows Malik sudsh reply to Mila's message. But the message did not go back Malik even the number like not active, Mila tried to think positively maybe Malik again a lot of work. It is undeniable that the feeling of longing for Hanan makes Mila again daydream, however Hanan still needs the caress of a mother.
How's hanan doing there? Is the pain healed? Mila thinks back since Malik informed her that Hanan was sick since then Mila did not find Malik making any status. Usually Malik will reply to any busy Mila messages, or maybe Mila's number is blocked?. What mistake does Mila have? If Mila's number is blocked then how does Mila contact Hanan?.
Feelings of anxiety began to ripple in Mila's heart, even Mila's focus is now always on her phone. Mila closed her eyes for a moment before the tears were shed again, Mila just wanted to get up and for a moment forget about this problem. Later when Mila is ready Mila will take Hanan from Malik, but will Hanan still forgive Mila? After what Mila did to Hanan, why did everything become this complicated? Mila is currently only able to resign however she is guilty of leaving Hanan without a message. Hopefully Hanan will forgive his mistake, Mila breathed as deep as possible after that throw it violently so that his taste could return to normal.
The plot!