A story about love that is complicated

Words that were so warm to my ears and shady eyes, my grandmother had made me a flower that must bloom in the pouring rain.

I immediately got up from grandma's lap and hugged her, grandmother let me cry on her shoulder. Grandma knows what I need right now, I do need a shoulder where I cry and complain, free without any shame.

"Grandma, Anjani is afraid ... afraid of Anjani's own life journey." I said to grandmother, for the umpteenth time I expressed my fear to grandmother, I will try to tell everything about my heart to grandmother.

"Grandma, why dad don't want marry again "

suddenly my crying stopped and now

a curiosity that began to appear in my head and I began to dare to ask my grandmother about my father.

"Anjani dear, grandmother has been waiting for this question from you, finally you asked "