Don't Cry Mother
JMB 49. Not Exactly

Zion and Yasa were talking about something. This was part of his second plan for a man named Tatang and Tarjo.

The person whom Zion had just secured was one of the citizens there who apparently worked on the Kaluna plantation. With the lure of being paid a hefty sum of money, Asep names the man according to Tarjo's orders to incite the citizens.

Even the sedition carried out not only around the residence of Kaluna but has penetrated to the market. Therefore many traders who initially took vegetables in place Kaluna now no longer want to take it.

What a cunning strategy to take down an opponent. Apparently not only in the big city politics as it is done.

" Asep, if you don't want to be reported to the police then you have to follow what I tell you to."

" Good Kang Mandor. I'll obey everything Kang mandor ordered."

Zion tells Asep what to do. Asep nodded obediently with every instruction from Zion. It was better for him to change course than to end up suffering.

" Do you understand. Now meet the man who told you that and tell me everything I just said."

Asep immediately rushed away. Yasa looked at Zion for a moment and asked if Asep would do what Zion told him. Zion replied with certainty that Asep would not disavow. Moreover, he sent one person to keep an eye on the man.

Asep repeatedly ruffled his head that did not itch. It feels like eating simalakama fruit now. But inevitably he had to do Zion's orders.

" dangerous. All the tea's gone gini fucked. Why am I getting caught running huh."

Asep looked at Tarjo who seemed to have been waiting for him to ask the results of the alert given. The man set his breath. Try as calmly as possible so as not to be nervous in talking.

" How? It worked?"

" This is Kang Tarjo. We managed to get to the woman's house and the residents looked so angry. Even the residents pelted the woman and the man with tomatoes and vegetables. They also look embarrassed when raided by citizens."

Tarjo smiled broadly. He was absolutely convinced that Asep had succeeded in doing what Juragan Tatang wanted. Tarjo then gave a sum of money to Asep for the work of Asep but Asep rejected it under the pretext he was happy to help. Tarjo was certainly happy, he then kept the money back.

On the other hand Tara who from morning actually already knew about the commotion outside her home also felt upset to the residents. How could they speak ill of her mother. He really did not want to see his mother cry again like before.

" Look out if my mom's doing anything." Tara growled furiously. The boy spent all night finishing the painting even early in the morning can be very unpleasant so.

But right now there are other things Tara should do first. Regarding the painting he just finished and about the woman he painted where the woman was at first glance similar to the face of the grandmother.

Tara takes her phone and searches for her grandmother's contact name. He must immediately confirm something before asking directly to the person who ordered the painting.

" Ashalamu'alaikum grandma, Grandma Tara wants to ask you something."

" Waalaikumsalam dear granddaughter of the most handsome grandmother. Ask me what son."

" Grandmother, if grandma is not here, Tara means whether her grandmother used to be grandmother grandmother or her mother grandmother is a person from another country."

Across the street, Vanka was silent. He tried to digest what the grandson was asking. Vanka was a little surprised by her granddaughter. How could Tara ask that.

" Why did Tara ask that?" Now it was Vanka's turn to ask Tara.

" Well, I want to know Grandma. The solution is that the eyes of the mother must be brown, not like the color of the eyes of the real people." Tara breathed a sigh of relief as she managed to answer the grandmother's question. Luckily he remembered that, if not for some reason what he should use to reinforce his question.

Tara listened to every grandmother's story carefully. He doesn't want anyone to be missed. Apparently true, the mother of the grandmother or it could be said that Tara's great-grandmother was still descended from the country that got the nickname van orange country. Tara's butut grandmother married her native great-grandmother and eventually settled here.

But Vanka himself also never knew the existence of the family on the mother's side. Her mother never told her about her family either. Her mother simply said that the country famous for its dams and windmills was her homeland.

" Nah so so dear the story, the most handsome granddaughter of the grandmother. Has he answered Tara's curiosity."

" Aah so. Alhamdulillaah is gone. Thank you for telling me. Now Tara is so grinning the origin of the estuary from the mother."

After hearing the story of her grandmother, Tara is now back pensive. He felt sure that the person who ordered the painting must know the family of his mother. But he couldn't have asked directly. It would raise suspicion.

" Haish, again I have to ask Mr. Suns. Who else can I help."

Just as Tara was about to take her tablet and send an email, the door of her room was already knocked first. The mother's voice was heard calling her name.

" Dear Tara, let's have breakfast, son. I've been waiting for dad. There's uncle Zion, too."

" Yes bund, wait. Just a moment."

Tara put the tablet back and opened the door to her room and immediately embraced the mother. The boy smiled as he looked at the pretty face of his mother who was displaying a smile as well. Tara looked at Kaluna's face, looking at Kaluna's eyes. Tara was really worried that her mother would cry because of the incident after dawn. But what he thought turned out to be wrong, his mother looked fine.

" Alhamdulillaah" said Tara Lirih.

He then took Kaluna to go to the dining room. Once there Tara greeted her father and uncle in turn.

" Hey boy, how's your sleep? Is it pretty good?" ask Yasa to the son.

" Eeh that, pretty well," Tara replied as she scratched her non-itchy head. The boy assured himself that he was not lying. I'm not lying, ya Allaah, it's just Tara bobo his good night even though only three hours continue to run out it stay up until morning, Tara's inner heart in the heart.

Yasa smiled knot. He rubbed the head of the son with affection. Yasa reaffirms himself to protect his son and wife. But at this time he can not do much because they have to LDM even though only a few hours apart.

" Zi I hope you can take care of this villa while I'm not here."

" So calm, brother, I've brought some people to guard this villa. I've asked for an extra man from daddy."

Tara and Kaluna looked at each other. The mother and son did not understand what the two adult men were talking about.

" So, are you going to the capital?"

" Yes, son, you have to teach. Later the students of the father nyariin if the father's off to the old school."

Tara certainly understands that the father is a young lecturer and professor at a university that certainly still belongs to the Dwilaga extended family. Everyone enjoyed their breakfast with a hikmad. However, a question from Tara instantly made Yasa and Kaluna choke until they let out tears.

" Uncle, that's the wrong question."

" Hahaha is not wrong but maybe your father and mother are not just in time."

TB