The Injured
Tough Woman

We've already told Aska's story because she has a story of her own. Now focus back to the story of the triplets and also his family.

Although Rion had been frank about his dislike for Vina's mother, but Vina's mother did not give up. He was even approaching Iyan now.

Feeling Iyan was sharper than the people around him. At first Iyan who was happy with the arrival of Bu Vina was now the opposite. Moreover, Ms. Vina always asked about her father.

"Sorry, Mom. Iyan and Iyan's two brothers had already agreed not to accept a new person in the Iyan family. We were happy even without a mother. There is an older sister who is a mother to Iyan and also Kak Ri," he explained.

Bu Vina was speechless hearing Iyan's words. The child before him seemed to know about his feelings.

"Iyan, mom just ...."

"From the look in Bu Vina's eyes, Iyan understood what she wanted. Iyan told him first so that later the mother would not be disappointed because it was rejected by the father," he cut.

"Then, excuse me."

Iyan no longer wanted to accept a mother candidate for her. For her only Amanda was her mother. There was also her brother who would always be a place of support for her.

This afternoon, Iyan sat pensively under a mango tree accompanied by a gentle breeze.

"Why?" ask Jojo.

Iyan did not reply, he closed his eyes and his heart kept calling out to mother. Aunty Kunkun whom he had considered like his own mother.

Fragrant asherbak jasmine pierced Iyan's nose. His lips are thinly curved. He felt the smoothness of his mother's hand.

"What's wrong? You haven't called Mom in a long time" she said. Iyan smiled.

Without Iyan telling, Iyan knew what Iyan was feeling.

"Are you scared? If, your father would love your stepmother more?" ask mom to the point.

"Iyan just doesn't want to be like Big Brother. Enough of my brother to feel it. Iyan did not want to," he replied.

I felt an incredible fear. When his father remarries, his father will focus on his new wife. Especially if you already have children. It was certain that his affection would be poured out on the child.

It is enough Echa who feels like a child who lacks affection. Slandered by his mother and also his sister.

I understand what Iyan is thinking. After all he also saw the father of Iyan not wanting to establish any relationship with women anymore. Like having trauma.

At night, when Iyan was busy playing PS with Radit, Mbak Ina said that there was Bu Vina outside. Iyan was also annoyed.

"Abang, please say yes. I don't exist" Iyan said.

"Daddy's not there." Radit did not understand the words of his sister-in-law.

"Later Bu Vina was waiting for me" explained Iyan.

The look on Iyan's face has been very clear making Radit not bear. He nodded his head rather than bothering his wife who was being massaged by her regular masseuse. Likewise with the triplets who were massaged in their room.

Radit approached Vina. A smile she gave to Radit.

"Good night, Mr. Radit." Radit nodded slowly.

"Sorry Mom, my wife is taking a break. He's being massaged no one can bother him" Radit said.

"Not Mr. Radit, I want to see Mr. Rion."

Yes, the one who heard the words of Bu Vina widened his eyes. Just a rough sigh he let out.

"Truly," he murmured.

"Sorry Mom, my father-in-law hasn't come home either. There are still important meetings and the possibility of returning home at night" Radit said.

Ms. Vina remained adamant about waiting for Rion. Radit can't do anything. Better, he avoids Bu Vina and accompanies the wife who is busy massaged.

"Just ignore it, Ay. I'm tired." Echa's voice sounded very weak.

"Mom, my wife doesn't why, does she?" ask Radit.

"No, Mas. Just tired. A lot of veins are curled up," replied the masseur.

Radit rubbed his wife's hair gently. Echa felt loved wholeheartedly.

In another room, the three Echa children were already snoring when their backs and legs were massaged by the child's special teraphist. What comfort they feel. The three therapists on duty laughed at the funny behavior of the three children.

"The kids are super active" added one therapist.

"Yes, their veins are also on the strain," replied another therapist.

While in the television room, Iya. still monitor the movements of Bu Vina. He was accompanied only by the cup of tea that Mother Ina had placed on the table. Iyan continued to pray that his father would come home at midnight.

Half an hour passed, the roar of the car engine sounding. Iyan snorted in annoyance. Iyan who had peeked earlier, squinted his eyes when he saw his father was not alone. She smiles when she comes with her mommy. There was relief in Iyan's heart.

However, it was different with Iyan. Bu Vina looked resentfully at the woman Rion was holding. The woman's steps stopped when she saw BunVuna who had been looking at her with a hostile attitude.

"Well, stop, Deck. Come on!" Rion extended her hand towards Ayanda. Warmly welcomed by his ex-wife.

"Mommy!" call Iyan.

Ayanda immediately spread her arms and hugged Iyan's body.

"Dad pick up mommy at the airport?" ask Iyan.

"Yes." Yeah."

Ayanda is like a mother to Iyan. Its softness makes Iyan comfortable.

"What a lovely Mommy's last child" Ayanda said.

Bu Vina's chest was increasingly rumbling hearing Iyan's words and also the woman Iyan called mommy."

Iyan invites Ayanda to stay away from the place. Followed by Rion who did not say a word.

However, the woman instead of leaving instead looked fiercely at Ayanda. Her appearance is even more beautiful Ayanda than Bu Vina.

He's still faithfully waiting for Rion. He was very confident that Rion would come down and meet him again. I want it to feel Mbak Ina kicked out the guest, but he was afraid of being presumptuous. Ma'am Ina just let it go.

"To what extent is his patience," muttered Mbak Ina .

From the outside, it sounds like the nature of falling things. Bu Vina immediately ran out turns out his favorite motorbike was lying just like that. Ms. Ina immediately locked the door of Rion's house and turned off all the lights. He giggled amusedly.

"It must have been the poci duo," muttered Mbak Ina.

White bellows who deliberately grunt themselves complain of pain. He slumped forward until his face smelled the asphalt. Anteu poci instead laughed out loud.

Ms. Vina snorted in annoyance when she saw the lights were all turned off.

"Why don't you like me anyway? What was my lack of the same woman?"

"Lack of you!" answer om poci.

"Si Mamih Mah superior seedlings, lu mah ducks rice fields," his mouthpiece was upset.

Om poci face even exposed kanlpot motor Bu Vina blackened.

"Udah gosong is getting hosiery." Anteu poci looked up at o

om poci's face is like charcoal.