Uncle I Love You
PILY 24: BOUQUET OF FLOWERS

Vaya then gripped and pushed the wheelchair occupied by Guskov, passing in front of Milan who were sitting helplessly on the floor.

Vaya even makes Guskov see him packing a suitcase of Guskov's clothes. “You started it, Guskov. You think I don't know?” vaya growled, and was greeted by the moans of Guskov who had just broken in the room after being held up in front of Nadia and Milan.

 “Guskov, don't be hysterical. Milan won't listen to you, he's young. Rich men will wait for him.” Milan was irritated while trampling on Guskov's clothes in the suitcase.

“What do you mean you want to sell my wife? and it won't happen,” his hisses restrained. "I will keep Milan as I promised Papa Bram."

"really ironic. Like a pungguk misses the moon. Remember your place, Guskov. Bramansha's descendants won't need you. You're the one who hitchhiked to live with us."

The security men came into the room with condescending gazes at the disabled men who were disgusting to them. So did one man who pulled roughly Nadia's arm to pack.

While Milan was still unmoved and kept staring blankly at the floor, his memory far flung at every softness of Guskov and his attention whenever comforted him, moments began to appear the seeds of interest and the smile of Guskov laughter. Milan squeezed his head with two hands like a madman.

Mr. Kris pushed Guskov's wheelchair out of the house, another security pulled Nadia's arm carrying a backpack containing a laptop and books. Guskov recalled Milan's angry gaze, repeatedly explaining it, his wife unwilling to look at him with red, teary eyes.

The gate was closed, at 10 pm, and Guskov's body, which had been in fever since last night, was becoming increasingly uneasy, staring at Nadia with guilt.

How many poisonous spears has Guskov unleashed on the girl who knows nothing. Now Vaya has even stolen all the contents of Guskov's wallet, all debit-credit cards, leaving identity cards. Then Nadia looks calling grab with a stiff face, looks tough, Guskov is really embarrassed at the girl.

*

Situation in the house :

“Milan, Guskov is not worth your tears. Do you think he's shining. You will find a smart and loving man, just as you dream. Why do you need this little bastard?” Vaya convinces while stroking her sister's disheveled hair. Milan, lying in bed with his head in Vaya's lap, looked devastated.

“Six years wasted, why?”

“Stop, you're only thirty. There are a lot of decent guys up front, the whole world is on your feet, choose anyone and enjoy. And continue your music school.”

“Easy for you, sis, to speak.” Frankly, Milan did not believe that this was the last farewell even though he did plan it, but hearing this kind of madness really cost him himself. And he himself did not understand what it was.

There was absolutely no pleasure because of this, and it was precisely the pain of stabbing the recesses of his heart. Is her husband really like that. No way, Guskov is not like that. He remembered how the man greatly appreciated the honor of women. And it seems that Nadia is so innocent too, that child could not possibly dare to crawl.

And why did Vaya let them go. Milan bit his lips with a very bitter feeling, his heart was rumbling more and more as if unwilling. He's sure Guskov just loves him, right? That must be a mistake. Surely Guskov will come back and seduce him. Sure.

*

Still waiting in front of the stall: Guskov and Nadia stared at the house. Nadia continued to apologize to her uncle, and Guskov told her to shut up.

Nadia pensive, If seven months ago she did not set foot in this house, even if it still set a stop until it never appeared again in front of Guskov, but still in front of Guskov, maybe he won't destroy the lives of his loved ones. She needs to explain everything to her aunt to forgive Guskov.

“I don't know what to do?” Nadia rubbed her eyelids with her fingers.

“I understand.” Guskov, who was in a wheelchair, nodded. “I know you, this is not your fault, Nadia.” Guskov did not understand the situation at all.

“Yes, God how difficult this is.” Tears welled up in Nadia's eyes. How could he make such a big mistake? How did that happen? He doesn't understand.

Nadia stuffed the suitcase as the driver lifted Guskov's body into the car.

*

“Good morning. How are you?” Homeowner Shelin, pushing hot tea to the front of the living room table.

“Not enough sleep,” Guskov said without turning his head. He continued to observe Nadia serving shoppers under the mango tree. The girl was not as weak as she looked, last night was crying like crazy, the morning like nothing, although obviously her gaze could not hide it all.

Guskov turned to the right, "Shelin, thank you for letting me sniff here."

"Yes, what else to say. You must obey me. Never bother Ernest. What else hit him. Or I'll kick you out of this house, Mr. Guskov," said Shelin in a mocking tone, then chuckled, trying to melt the atmosphere, and was greeted with a rude sigh of Guskov.

"I'm a coward. Really cowardly trash. I couldn't say anything to Milan yesterday. I didn't even have the courage to show the truth of my feelings about Nadia to Milan" Guskov continued to pensively.

No matter how he thought, the world turned around in one night. Guskov himself confirmed the meaning of Vaya's gaze repeatedly. However, he forgave her, on the one hand indeed Vaya's words were all true.

But, Nadia had nothing to do with this. Guskov didn't know what to say to Nadia. He doesn't really know or understand anything. He could not put everything that fell on his head.

What can be said to explain to Nadia's father. Nadia's father forced her to marry Nadia. And Nadia continued to reject her father's will. The girl did not want to marry him, but she was sure Nadia was always there for him.

Shelin was pensive on last night's memory when Guskov occupied the room next to the living room, the first floor.

Shelin and Nadia are in the second floor room.

“Nad, don't cry, my dear.” Shelin hugged a friend who was still sobbing after telling her everything.

"I don't want to marry Guskov, Shelin."

"What's wrong, instead of you loving her?

Nadia shakes. "I don't want to hurt Aunt Milan."

"But you hurt him. Do you really feel nothing in your V?"

"No, I don't know, Shelin. I don't know, I don't know how I woke up to Kak Vaya's screams when my hands were on Guskov's plain belly, and then I looked for a blanket, even Kak Vaya saw I wasn't wearing a shirt! and I found Guskov's body covered by a hip. I can't understand why I moved from the couch to Guskov's room. Am I sleepwalking? and why wouldn't I wake up if Guskov did it? why are all my clothes off?" Nadia was more hysterical could not continue her words anymore.

*

Ernest that afternoon parked the motorbike in front of the boarding house, after grinding it. He had brought a bouquet of lilies that had been placed in his backpack. Removing the helms, he then repaired the hair by reflecting on the spio observing when there is dirt in his eyes, nose or mouth. "Presents."

"Why don't they pick up my phone." Ernes brought the bag into the seat, and opened her backpack, fixed the position of the paper and plastic bouquet that was slightly tangled with a smile never separated from her lips. When you think about what Shelin said, it must express feelings honestly so that at least we know if we have a chance together.

Ernest stepped confidently by hiding the flowers behind his back. He knocked on the door. "Shelin, Nadia!!! I'm coming ... "

After waiting in a heart that is increasingly pounding and cold sweat that spread in his waiting, the sound of the key is played, and open appears ....

Ernest repeatedly flicked his eyelids, and rubbed them, blaming his sense of sight, in disbelief.

"Who's coming, uncle?"

Ernest finds a new Nadia appearing with a face full of white scabs maybe flour, as well as a white streak on the man's face in a wheelchair, and a bouquet of flowers regardless of Ernest's grasp from behind his waist.

Guskov pursed his lips as soon as he saw what had fallen, his hand squeezing a wheelchair.

"Eh Ernest," Nadia's voice cracked and looking for what had fallen, she narrowed her eyes as she walked and picked up the flower at Ernest's feet. "Well, what are you carrying? cie .. Who would love to. Come inside!" Nadia pushed Ernest's waist, but his best friend stayed in the middle of the door and immediately took off her shoes in a slow motion.

Nadia pushing a wheelchair. "Look, Ernest's uncle seems to have a girlfriend."

Guskov froze, Nadia seemed so innocent. Not even realizing that, from Ernest's gaze would also be able to guess it.

In the middle room in front of the long table, Shelin rounded her eyes on the faces of two men who were highlighted by a fluorescent light that was not so bright, as if cold directly enveloped the room, and the, but Nadia looks still relaxed like she does not know anything.

"Stupid, you, Nad. Ah Ernest must have lost again, I forgot to tell my best friend this," Inner Shelin who got a cold look from Ernest who just stood beside her. Shelin became unfocused to make an onde-onde circle, after seeing a bouquet of flowers that Nadia saw.

"Who are you going to give it to, Ernest?" Nadia inhaled deeply. "I guess it's a girl, right?" squinted and smiled warmly. "You are also fragrant and neat would want a date? Ah with who!" eyes beaming. Then the three pairs of eyes just looking at him sharply made his heart beat indeterminately at Shelin and Ernest who were still standing.

Now Guskov was inundated with jealousy that had never been experienced before like this. Or because he felt out of age, or everything that showed that he lost a lot to Ernest, from him who was married, disabled, had no job, not even have a house now.

Guskov squeezed a glass of aqua on the table, it was heard by everyone who was immediately glued to Guskov's dark face.

"Did I make a mistake?" Nadia's voice was broken still did not understand what was wrong holding the flowers belonging to her sahabt.

"And what is this. You jealous?" ernest asked Guskov. Two pairs of eyes shot each other a poisonous cold arrow, and the flashing slowly ended and looked at Nadia together.