Sharing Love: Between Us
Chapter.70 The meeting carries wounds
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Days passed, this afternoon Ayu drove her car, out of the Clarissa Boutique area.
Fused with the congestion that has become a characteristic, the atmosphere of the city in the afternoon.
Moments later, the car stopped at one of the sizable florists by the roadside.
"Eh, son Ayu, it hasn't been a long time!" greet the middle-aged woman who turned out to be the owner of the flower shop.
"Yes, Mom. I've been a bit busy lately, so I haven't had time to come here" Ayu replied smiling kindly.
"As usual?" ask the flower shop chooser, as if he already knew what Ayu wanted.
"Yes, Mom," Ayu nodded.
"For a while, yes" said the middle-aged woman, then called one of her employees to arrange the flowers that Ayu wanted.
A few minutes later, a girl brought Ayu a bouquet of blue flowers.
Ayu accepted with a smile that adorned her beautiful face.
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The woman, clad in a covered dress, got into the car with a bouquet of flowers in her hand.
About thirty minutes drive, Ayu again stopped his car, in the parking lot of a public cemetery.
Out of the car, he stopped by one of the stalls selling flowers at the entrance to the tomb.
The woman bought two packages of sow flowers and a bottle of rose water.
"Eh, Neng Ayu. New tumben coming again?" a middle-aged man reprimanded Ayu.
"Yes, Sir. Just got here again. You healthy?" ask Ayu.
"Alhamdulillah, Mr. healthy, Neng."
They chatted for a while before Ayu walked into the funeral.
"Oh yes, Neng. A few days ago there was his grave Nanyain Almarhum Bu Puspa," said the man who is the guardian of the tomb.
"Who, Sir?" Ayu frowned both her eyebrows.
"I don't know, Neng. Uh, I think I saw him coming again."
"Now there's still no, sir?" ayu asked, looking towards the cemetery.
"Do not know, try Neng after," said the middle-aged man.
Before saying goodbye Ayu gave an envelope containing money for the bouncer father.
With wide strides, the woman continued down the road to the mother's grave.
His heart rumbled, guessing who was asking for his mother's meal, after these few years, only he always came to the mother's meal.
His steps suddenly came to a halt when he saw a man standing beside the mother's grave.
That sturdy back, visibly shaking with its head bowed deeply.
The woman's body was sculpted, fixated on the figure she was currently seeing.
His eyes blurred blocked the water that was ready to spill.
'That guy, why is he here?'
'Why did he come to this place?'
Ayu's mind was turbulent, her heart ached again.
After a few days he disappeared, even after knowing the truth about himself.
He never even tried to meet or contact her. Ansel did not know where he was, for the past few days.
Ayu hid behind a large tree, when she saw the man standing up.
His heart still felt beating faster, his palms felt moist by sweat.
Peering slightly from behind the tree, Ayu heaved a sigh of relief, when she saw that the man was no longer in the mother's meal.
"Why should I hide?"
Ayu's body turned back to sculpt, hearing the voice of the person she had been avoiding.
"Aren't you tired, you're always hiding?" ask again.
Ayu shook her head with a bland smile adorning her face.
"I never hide. Maybe you've been hiding all this time?" reply Ayu, looking at the face of the man in front of her, with already teary eyes.
The man nodded his head, turning his eyes away from the figure of a woman who was none other than his own son.
Looking up, holding back the tears that now felt difficult he could bear.
"Why did you come to my mother's grave? It is not enough for you to suffer for him all his life, until you come back to restore the wounds!"
Ayu stared angrily, the back of the man who was her first love. It was enough all this time he was just silent, now he did not want to just harbour a feeling that felt increasingly stifling chest.
"For what you are present, if only to add to the wound! It is better never to appear, if all of it can restore the wound that has been gradually recovered."
Ayu continued to speak, with tears now wetting her face, the grip on the bouquet of flowers she was carrying, felt tighter and tighter.
"Why? Why are you silent now? You can't answer a simple question from me?" that heartbreaking sounding rarity accompanied his words.
"Yes, for what you answer. Who me? Dare to ask a big businessman, a descendant of a respectable family like you. I don't deserve it! Yeah, to just ask me I don't deserve it,"
The woman's emotions were now so unstable, the wounds she felt were so painful, that the laughter and crying could no longer be distinguished.
The man, or Larry shook his head noisily, looked at his daughter with a sad look and a very sick heart.
"No, it's not like that, son." Larry's hand was trying to reach the child's body.
"Then, what? Ah, yes .. I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't be in front of you at the moment," Ayu turned around, stepping away leaving the father who had hurt her so much.
"I'm sorry, Son. I'm sorry, '" Larry blocked Ayu's right hand with a sow and rose water.
All of that immediately fell to the ground, too surprised by what Larry had done.
His left hand, tightly clutched the bouquet of flowers, until it looks a little tangled.
"Before you apologize, you should ask yourself. Do you deserve to be forgiven?" Ayu was still staring straight, not wanting her to look at that face again.
"Never apologize, before you know what your mistake was,"
Larry looked down deeply with a clear grain slowly dripping from his eyes.
"I beg .. don't bother this bastard anymore. Your good name can be tainted, if people know a Larry Ardinata apologizes or has affairs with a despicable woman like me .... Assalamualaikum."
Ayu flung Larry's arm, then walked towards his mother's grave, without looking back at him.
Larry looked at his daughter's back, with a broken feeling. Regret now enveloped his heart and mind.
Ayu rested in the grave of the mother, her legs seem to have not been repeated, she was not strong even just to support herself.
All of those words were like two blades of a blade that turned around to hurt itself.
His freshness had now collapsed, he had fallen, fallen into the valley he had made himself, drowning in pain, because of his own words.
"Mother, heuks ... heuks ...." Ayu sobbed, covering her face with both palms.
Larry wiped away the tears on his face, took the phone in a bag.
"Ans, please come to your mother's grave, as soon as possible," he said briefly, then hung up again.
"I'm sorry.I'm sorry, Dad," Larry continued muttering, his eyes constantly staring at the boy's trembling back.
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