A Piece of the Past In White Grey
Hard to believe

Samar saw the shadow of the body from the direction of the parked car. The figure of a middle-aged woman who was none other than Rima walked slowly and slowly approached the man who turned out to be the child. His forehead frowned at Raga's unusual attitude of daydreaming without knowing the place.

“Raga,” said slowly but made Raga terjankar shocked.

The man stood up straight looking at the mother in front of him. Rima looked at the two black netra of the child who suddenly dropped tears without knowing what happened.

“Mother...” omitted to collapse from his standing stand.

Rima looked down at the child who had hugged his knee now. I swear by whatever Raga is so shocked to know the truth. All this time he lived fine by trying to succeed against his mind that was fixed on Tasha. And it turns out that there is something that he does not know.

“Raga, what's going on? What the hell's going on? Tell Mommy, Raga.” Rima lowered his head to grab both shoulders of the child.

He reached for Raga's body after telling her to stand up. Now Raga switched to hug the body of the mother. Both knees are sturdy it feels so difficult Raga to support his body. He is completely helpless at the moment.

“Aibi! Auntie, please help me!” Rima shouted to the waiter.

Finally two servants came and helped the madam bring Raga into the house. He sat Raga on the sofa.

“This is drinking, Mr.” Raga drinking water helped the mother.

“Mother, Gara is my son. Tasha is the woman who became one of the victims of my mischief first.” How shocked Rima was to hear the confession of the child.

Even the glass he held until it fell scattered on the floor of his glass and the rest of the water.

No, Rima must have misheard this time. The woman shook her head softly. His teary eyes were hard to believe this all.

Raga shook her head softly. “I'm not kidding at all, Mother. Gara is my son. Tasha covered this all out of whack what's her goal?” annoyed.

As Raga remembered in Tasha's past only held her account for what she had done. Not the answer to her pregnancy.

It was true what Raga remembered. Tasha used to ask him to take responsibility for being ashamed of his circumstances. Without Tasha knowing if later in the day after Raga went to school abroad, their video spread.

It's hard to believe for Rima. Given Gara was already so big and handsome. Even the boy's face was so similar to Tasha's.

“You must be wrong, Raga. They're brother's sisters. Because she looks so much like her sister. Do you want to lie to your mother? Don't make Mother a hanger.” Rima was about to step away leaving the child on the sofa alone.

He thought that if Raga was drunk, I don't know what drunk. What is clear is that the child speaks so ambiguously in his opinion.

“Mother, all this truth. Gara is not Tasha's sister. Tasha has given birth to Gara without any marital status. And that's Raga's son, Mommy.” Firmly Raga said.

Rima also dropped her tears. It's hard to believe it's real. All this time he had been so familiar with Tasha and Gara. How could it be if the boy was his grandson?

The two were unaware that the conversation was overheard by a woman who had just entered the door of the house.

“Who do you mean, Ga? Tasha who? Not our classmate, is it? Heh, there's just this ear of mine hear that name you call. Where maybe a Raga Mahendra called the girl's name so exist it.” kekehnya walk closer to Raga with Rima in the middle room.

Again Rima rolled his eyes lazily seeing women who are very less attitude in the house people come again with as they please without saying hello.