365 Days Towards Halal

37# Raka's Anger

"Wheel...!"

His mother's loud voice echoed in the living room of Raka's house.

A housekeeper, moved to approach Raka's mother when he heard the voice of the big mistress echoing in the living room.

"Raka!" Call again.

"Good morning madam, how are you?" Ask Raka's housekeeper.

"Where's Raka?" Ask her with a face full of anger.

"Anu ma'am, Mr. Raka is taking a bath,"

"Call him, and make me some tea. I'll wait for him here" said Raka's mother.

"Ba-ba-good mistress," said Raka's housekeeper. Then, the 25-year-old girl went to Raka's room with the intention of telling her employer, if her parents were looking for her.

There was a knock on the bathroom door amid the splashing sound of water falling from the shower tap. Raka, who was rinsing her body, turned off the water tap and tried to hear a call from her assistant.

"Yes?"

"Master, there's a big mistress looking for master," said the housekeeper Raka.

"What's wrong? Does he know I'm in the shower?" Ask Raka.

"Know sir, but the madam looks very urgent and says if she waits for you as soon as possible in the living room" said the woman.

Raka sighed and grabbed the folded towel on the table. Then, he dried his hair and body.

"Have ten minutes to go" he said.

"Okay sir,"

The housekeeper returned to the living room and told Raka's mother to wait.

The 65-year-old woman let out a long sigh as the assistant asked her to wait another 10 minutes. He asked the assistant to make tea for him.

While waiting, he took out a chocolate map and placed it on the table. He folded his legs and looked around the room.

"The house is big, the face is handsome, but it has no wife. I don't know what your taste is, don't you like girls?" Her muttering.

A glass of tea was served in front of Raka's mother, after Raka's domestic assistant made the tea. Politely, the housekeeper left in front of Raka's mother.

"Rat," Call her to a housekeeper named Ratni.

"Yes, ma'am" said Ratni.

"Have you ever seen Lord Raka bring a woman here?"

"No mistress," said Ratni.

"No?" Ask her with a confused face.

"Not once?" Ask her again.

"Not once madam." Ratni.

His mother sighed and swallowed her saliva.

"What is it because I have done wrong to him?" Inner Mother Raka.

Raka also appeared while buttoning his shirt. The handsome man looked at his mother who was sitting on the sofa of his living room.

"What's wrong?" Ask her with a flat face.

"Do you welcome your mother?"

"What's wrong?" Asked Raka again with a lazy face.

"Sit down!"

Raka looked at her mother and sat down in front of the woman who had given birth to her 32 years ago.

Madam Amara looked at Raka carefully, then she took out the contents of the map in front of her.

"If you don't want to be with Eun Areum, you can choose the girls in this photo. The girls are the girls of choice from well-respected families," said her mother as she threw a stack of photos of the girls in front of Raka.

Raka smiled cynically, she stared at the pile of photos in front of her.

"Do you think girls are like clothes?" Raka asked as she rolled up her shirt sleeves.

Madam Amara rounded her eyes and looked at Raka closely.

"Raka! have you gone crazy? I just want to give you the best. You were not married at thirty-two. Are you normal? Don't you intend to get married? What kind of girl do you want?" Asked Madam Amara with a reddened face.

"I want Naysilla, can you give her back?" Raka asked with an emotion-looking face.

Lady Amara was stunned, she looked at the grudge in her own son's eyes. Then, he lowered his face and looked wrong.

Naysilla's death was indeed Raka's greatest blow. For one year, Raka did not want to talk to her mother, as the young man blamed Naysilla's death on her mother.

"Can? If you can get Naysilla back, I'll get married today." Raka.

"Naysilla is dead Raka!"

"Dead? Even I can't say a word that's worthy of a late home."

"She's just a disabled girl Raka. It's been two years, forget him!" Madam Amara said no less emotion.

Raka shook her head and smiled cynically.

"Sorry, just take these pictures. I can find the girl I want" Raka said as she moved away from her seat.

"Raka!"

"Mom! I'm not a kid! I'm not Mom and Dad's toy! Enough's enough! Don't control my life anymore. Suppose this time I meet a girl, agree or not, I don't need your blessing!" Said Raka with reddened eyes, tight breathing.

Madam Amara fell silent, she had never seen Raka like this. This time Raka showed that she was now a dissident.

"You.."

"What's? Did you ever ask me what I want? Did you ever ask how I am? Mom as a parent just wants what Mom wants and Mom just wants attention, but doesn't pay attention to me!" Said Raka with a snapping tone.

Madam Amara was silent, and she got up from her seat.

"You look at the pictures of the girls, I'm waiting to hear from you" he said and left.

Raka sighed her and set the emotions in her heart. He shook his head and sat on the sofa. He stared at the piles of photos of the girls on the table. Then, he swept everything on the table, including the glass of former lady Amara.

Yggw...!

All scattered on the floor.

Madam Amara stopped her steps when she heard the broken thing. Then, he shook his head and entered the car that was ready to drive himself to the airport.

Ratni ran into the living room, upon hearing the broken object. He stared worriedly at the broken glass and many photos of the girl on the floor.

He felt pity to see Raka who moved from her seat and walked gontai towards her room.

Ratni really felt pity with Raka. He is a witness to how devastated his master was when he lost Naysilla, the girl he loved so much.

"O Allah, Lord Raka.."

Raka looked at Ratni with reddened eyes.

"Please sort it out, throw those photos in the trash." His orders.

"Okay sir" said Ratni as she hurriedly cleaned up everything that was scattered on the floor.

Raka entered her room and remained silent in the room.

"Does the child have no right to be happy at all?" Her muttering.