Trapped by the Love of Leaning
Athar's Life.
Today Rendi returned to Jakarta, he was furious to report Riska's actions to the police, but overnight Tiara cried begging him not to prolong the problem, he said, Tiara said nothing happened to him and he had forgiven all his mother's actions, but what Riska had done so hurt him, how could a real mother sell her young child.
The risk for him has gone beyond the limit has gone mad. really not sane.
Is not it very moving, a child who still loves his mother even though he has been treated very badly, when he entered his son's room and Tiara was wearing hotpants at that time, he said, so that he could see there was a bruise on his thigh, he immediately asked and Tiara replied that he had fallen while exercising at school, but again and again he saw from Tiara's eyes that her son was lying.
A father who truly loves his son will not be able to accept, nor will he if anything happens to Tiara both physically and mentally he will not accept.
Suffice Tiara to be the victim of her divorce with Riska, not to any other pain.
He planned to meet Athar, but Athar said he could not, because he had to sell at his shop, Rendi understood because only the shop could support his brother-in-law and to finance their mother's treatment.
While Athar, the economy has begun to improve, because the store is crowded with visitors, whatever he sells always runs out every day.
It makes him never forget to always be grateful, because after going through many things, God never let him long in adversity. Now he accepts whatever happened to him.
And for Shirleen, although the name often crossed his mind but now he felt unworthy to be reunited with his ex-wife. So many wounds that he incised, he saw for example in Riska who seemed very traumatized by a divorce, he said, he hoped that Shirleen did not have the nature of his eldest brother even though he was sure that Shirleen would never be so, Misca would be as rain of affection if with Shirleen, now that was his only hope.
"Mas, kok daydreaming anyway" said the buyer who came to his shop.
"Hemm, it is usual that the widower is so, must be thinking on Friday night yaa, has long been unable to fight" said one of the visitors who chimed in, right tonight it turns out Friday night, Friday night, has long been unable to fight" said one visitor, Athar even forgot.
This group of mothers is an average subscription residing not far from his mother's house, often they buy all Athar merchandise, their motto if handsome well brush, aja, Athar blushed to shame because now he had become a fugitive mother.
"Duh Mommy can, would pesen what ma'am" he asked kindly.
"Later we have the house of Ms. Neli at two o'clock, want the fried banana dish of three hundred seeds, but Thar you make the usual version, do not love it all, sow everything, because the sow is what makes expensive ye right" said Bu Ros, who Athar can recognize for sure the mother is a batak tribe.
"What else is kelen, I have told Thar I was the one who pesen here, but the mothers of this mother have been cake jackfruit caterpillars girang times want to come" continued Bu Ros again talking to Athar.
"Yeee kak Ros, do not kayak that, Mas Athar pesen juice orange one" said Bu Neli, the owner of the event later.
"Yes Mas Athar, I also want dong, bobanya too, what are you guys ?"
"I'm the same Mas, orange juice, these are the same three"
"Okay, so the orange juice is five, the bob is one well, Miss Ros, what do you want to order again ?" ask Athar.
"Heemm, your partner is my man, your panties are my handsome man" replied Miss Ros.
"Heehh, can be ma'am, I've been widower Mom, the daughter of the mother is still a virgin looking for the same just so as not to waste and lose" replied Athar meladeni while starting to make orders of the mothers.
"Let's not say papa, the same time it makes no difference if it's a man"
"Old ma'am, I'm already thirty-one" Athar replied.
"Aahh is not very old, it still fits you as my virgin at home, her age is already two eight but still she did not marry whatever she was waiting for"
"When I've wanted to carry a grandchild, but the madman does not understand it, heeehh upset me sometimes Thar, look at his face also males me"
"Yes, maybe the mother's child is not married yet" replied Athar kindly.
"I'm asking you to be Thar, why won't you ?" said Miss Ros spontaneously, he was just kidding but if Athar wants to do what linger.
"Already Ma'am, if indeed the soul mate is not going anywhere, I still want to be alone first, focus on running my business first to succeed" declined smooth Athar.
"Aahh I thought you didn't want to, but if you change your mind say yes, I'll give you the capital to make a new resto, happy your life if you're my man" talk to Miss Ros again.
"Yes ma'am, if the soul mate will not go anywhere"
"Well, it's Mother Mother, maundi packs one or what ?" athar.
"No need to pack Mas, just drink" replied Ms. Neli.
Then Athar gave all the orders of the mothers.
"Where Mas Athar, DP used to be as usual right, this is three hundred first the rest will fit anther order yaaa" said Bu Neli.
"Yes Ma'am, as usual, at half-time his order must have arrived at Mother's house, thank you Ma'am" Athar replied, he took the money from Bu Neli's hand.
"Yes, thank you Mas Athar"
"Yes Mom, I thank you too"
There are still four hours left to prepare everything, after the mothers of the sheep went Athar began to prepare all the ingredients so that later it will not be too late to serve it.
He struggled with his work, he did not expect that he would turn out to be a trader like this, he used to always rely on his undergraduate diploma looking for work here and there but it was so difficult, it was so difficult, when he was at his lowest point, then he tried to get up and start a change in him, until now slowly but surely he succeeded and has been on his way to success.
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