I Go Home Mas...
18. Wait Mama

The night was late, the drizzling rain fell back thinly.

The night air really feels moist and cold, making the body feel shiver to the bone.

Yanto seemed still sitting in front of the TV, although the clock had ranged in the number eleven nights, but he did not also want to move into the room.

He seems to want to lie down in front of the TV, although the eyes are not fully focused on enjoying the show that is being aired.

Tita's own room looks calm, tonight Winda is kind enough to stay with Tita to sleep.

Yes, Yanto certainly felt quite relieved, seeing Tita who could immediately accept Winda into his life once his mother was gone.

It is still too early to think of marrying again, but Yanto who is still young, certainly also can not be too long widowed.

Moreover, he could not take care of the house and children alone. That's obviously too difficult. Not to mention his needs as a man, where not only need for a bedmate, but also he needs someone who will be able to listen to his complaints, he said, and even helped him think of a solution when he was in a position to have quite a strange problem.

Yep...

Sire...

Of course that figure is not a new woman in his life.

Winda is her lover who even their courtship age is much longer than the age of her marriage to Mirna because Mirna died first.

Yes Winda, the village girl who is currently turned into a flower widow.

Yanto momentarily stared at the door of Tita's room which was still slightly open.

A faint smile was seen on the tip of his lips.

A smile that is really difficult to understand, in the midst of a period of mourning that is actually not completely ended.

Moreover, it is clear that Yanto has always looked like he was hit with the departure of his wife. Then...

"You smile..."

A female figure looked at Yanto with a sad look.

"Didn't you just ask me to come home... Didn't you feel like you missed me that much?"

The figure floated slowly from the corner of the room approaching Yanto, he wanted to grab Yanto, but he suddenly bounced.

The woman in a white dress with her long hair draped was staring in wonder at Yanto.

"What'sthis? Why would anyone fencing yourself...."

The figure of the woman who was none other than Mirna was back drifting towards Yanto, and again, Mirna bounced.

Mirna who found herself unable to touch her husband looked angry. His eyes bulged and his nails looked to be pointy.

He looked at Tita's room, he was sure the woman was...

Trrtt...

Trrtt...

Trrtt...

Yanto grabbed his cellphone, lazily he received his sister's incoming call.

However, as soon as the call was lifted, it was not Lukman's voice, but the sound of the baby's cry.

"Man's...Man... Why child?"

Ask Yanto in a panic,

Mirna drifted closer to Yanto because she also heard the sound of crying on the baby.

"My boy... My boy..."

Lirih Mirna's.

Its presence near Yanto looks quite disturbing Yanto with the smell of jasmine flowers and also the aroma of roasted leaves.

Yanto for a moment frowned, making sure that there was nothing there, and the fragrance of flowers that was like when burying Mirna.

But...

Is...

Brak!!

Suddenly a voice shocked Yanto.

Yanto is seen looking at the wooden table in the living room, where the table is also used to put many trinkets, including souvenirs typical of the crafts of an area.

The bamboo flower vase Mirna had bought from one of the areas she visited seemed to have fallen down.

Yanto frowned, because it was impossible for the vase to be farthest away on its own.

Yes, the vase fell down with flowers strewn across the floor, and the vase seemed to twitch beneath.

Obviously he was nudging until he fell.

But, who nudged him?

While there was no other human besides him, because Winda and Tita were clearly asleep.

Yanto momentarily rubbed his nape which suddenly goosebumps.

Although he did not see the figure of a woman in a white dress now drifting through the door of his house, he floated towards the house of his mother Yanto.

"Mama's coming, baby... Mama's coming."

The sound of Mirna was carried by a breeze carrying a thin drizzle that descended from the night sky.

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