Tough Widow
Opinions of Om Surya

"No need, Ma. I want to work." Designate the laptop in the back seat. Angga continued to complain when Missa forced him to come down. 

"Already, don't need a lot of excuses, sneak!" Ms. Winda continued to urge Angga to accompany her in.  

Not just the show. Inside the towering building, there is an important meeting between distant relatives that is held every year and requires all families to participate. 

Angga repeatedly hit the steering wheel. However, he went down and followed his mother. 

The man stopped behind the door. His eyes surrounded every guest present. Their faces are indeed familiar, but still make Angga uncomfortable.

"Here, Ga," shouted a middle-aged woman who was in the middle of another guest. 

Angga approached and shook hands with the woman. His lips were silent as if he was reluctant to open his voice.

"Have a future wife?" ask her. 

"Already," replied quickly cutting the Missa who was about to speak. 

"Why not invited?" 

Angga stared in the other direction, where several of his cousins were clustered. Just like him, they are getting older.

"There is an Angga," cried a cry from behind. 

Angga turned to the source of the voice and smiled. 

"Elisa, is this really you?" Pinched the nose of the beautiful girl who looked familiar with him.

"It turns out Angga's sister still remembers me." Elisha rubbed his nose reddened by the pinching of Angga.

Angga and Elisha were still distant brothers. However, separated by a long distance. In fact, when Elisha's parents died, Angga could not come because there was a test, and at that time he was abroad.

I think they are very familiar. If Angga doesn't want to be with Lili maybe he can open his heart to Elisha. 

Miss Winda cleared her throat to break the conversation between Angga and Elisha. 

"You rarely meet you, but you can be familiar.'' She stood in the middle of Elisha and Angga. 

Elisha smiled shyly. True what Missa said, he and Angga rarely met even barely communicate. However, once they met directly familiar not even the slightest awkward. 

"Who are you living with now?" asked Miss Winda who immediately made Elisha's eyes glazed over. 

Clear circles began to drip from the corner of Elisha's eyes as Missa's mother grabbed her. 

Beautiful memories with both parents flashed adorning his brain. 

"You are patient, my aunt believes your mother and father have the best place by God's side. There's Brother Angga. He'll definitely take care of you like he's looking after mom." Glancing at Angga. Code the man to calm down. 

"Yes El, I'll take care of you like your parents took care of you." 

Elisha nodded, trying to accept the departure of his parents who had been almost two years. Although sometimes envied by those who still have a complete family, Elisha still hopes to get happiness from others. 

"Where do you work now?" tanya Bu Winda rubbed the cheeks of Elisha filled with tears. 

"I work at Om Surya's garment company, Auntie. She's been taking care of me, but__" Elisha lowered her head 

"But what?" tanya Bu Winda enthusiastically.

"Three months I'm living in an apartment because it's not good with aunt Siwi. I don't want them fighting because of me."

It just so happened that the man called Elisha came to make him shut up.

Angga also welcomed the arrival of a new family. Apart from being his papa's successor, he is also the oldest among his cousins. 

"When are you getting married, Ga?" tanya Om Surya patted Angga's shoulder. 

Angga smiled as he scratched his non-itchy head. If asked about marriage, he must be confused half dead.  

Om Surya looked at the beautiful Winda mother talking to Elisha. Pretending not to hear the conversation Angga and her husband's brother.

"What's wrong with your future wife, is she less beautiful, or __"

"Son, my future wife is very beautiful, not only her face but also her heart. As long as I know a woman no one can match her. My future wife is also hijab, she is obedient to religion and always reminds me of good things. It's just__" Angga took a deep breath.  

"she was a poor widow and had children, which is why my mother disagreed. "

At least Angga did not cover Ayu's identity. For him, the whole family deserves to know, and they can issue an opinion.

"According to Om, was I wrong to choose such a wife?" 

Om Surya shook his head. "No, follow your heart, om sure you'll get the best."

Aunt Siwi also supports the choice of Angga.

Miss Winda did not respond and chose to leave Angga. 

"When can you contact your future wife?" goda Om Surya's. 

Angga pulled out his phone and showed a photo of Ayu and her children. 

"His name is Ayu Lestari, he's 31 years old and he has three children."

Ayu Lestari, repeat Om Surya in your heart. A familiar name in his ears, but he immediately brushed it off and refocused on the meeting. 

Angga's phone rang, Hanan's school teacher's name flashing on the screen. 

''What is this?'' Look at the clock in his hand. Turns out it's time to go home for the fifth graders. 

The greeting sounded. Angga answered and then came out avoiding the noise. 

"Hanan hasn't been picked up, sir. I tried to contact Ms. Ayu, but there was no answer" said the female teacher across the phone. 

"All right, I'll be right there."

Without saying goodbye Angga ran towards the car. It is not usual that Ayu is late to pick up the children to make him anxious.

What's wrong with Ayu? wondering in the heart. 

Angga drove his car to the nearby Alifa school. 

Arriving, Angga immediately went inside to approach Alifa who was sitting next to her teacher. He looked lethargic and almost cried.

''Oh, my God, son. Sorry papa couldn't pick you up just now.'' Hugged the princess' tiny body and carried ya towards the car. 

''Where to, Pa?'' ask Alifa lirih. 

That's what makes Angga nervous. He tries to contact Ayu but the result is the same, connected not lifted. 

''Mama's at home, honey. We'll pick up Hanan first huh.''

Angga continued his journey towards Hanan school. 

Unlike Alifa who is still in the dalalam, Hanan waits at the security guard post. The boy immediately ran towards Angga who just got off the car. 

''You're not papa, are you?'' tanya Angga made sure. 

Hanan shook his head then walked in when the door opened. 

''Thank you, Sir. Take care of my son, shouted Angga towards the guard guard. 

Not waiting long, Angga immediately brought them home. Hope nothing bad happens to Ayu.