Aerospace

Chapter 30 - Ready?



Camila PoVs

" Mila, are you sure of all your decisions."

I was nervous not knowing what else to say in front of Mother, Brother Ken and Brother Danisha.

" yes Bun Mila sure." that's the only word I can say to convince Mother.

Tonight Mommy is talking about Dirga's proposal this afternoon to Ken.

" Mile, big brother can only support all your decisions. Brother sure all you have considered well "said Kak Ken gave my blessing.

" thank you brother."

" Mother can also only pray that all the decisions you have taken are the best."

" yes Bun thank you all for being the best for Mila."

" the show's in a month. That one month was cepet. You have to prepare yourself from now on. "

" good bun. "

After our conversation was over I asked permission to go to the room. I went back to thinking about all the decisions I made. Big decisions in life. Marriage is not really easy. But..... I don't know. I let out a breath. I hope all the decisions I have made are the best of the best.

Remembering his mama om Dirga it also will not be able to I refuse his wishes. I will not be able to disappoint that woman. Let me live for now what has been my decision. And I think Dirga is a good person too. I'm sure he will be able to keep his promise and the terms I've put him on.

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A week has passed since that day. The college work crept up and I began to refocus on my studies. I forgot my wedding plans. In this week I have never seen Dirga again or even just heard from him on the phone. Mother also never again discuss the problem if at home.

A pretty hot day in a rainy season like this. I don't know if the final weather is always unpredictable. It could be after the heat, it will suddenly rain with its heavy. Out of the parking lot of the campus I drove my favorite motor matic with above average speed. Hope to be able to get home soon and enjoy a glass of Orange juice made by mother.

But bad luck is hitting on me. Because the motor that had been fine just now by not knowing the place of the rear tire suddenly deflated. Oh, my God, I almost cried. On the side of the road with hot heat I just kept silent staring at my motorbike which I don't know now should be done. Finding the nearest tire patch is also impossible. There's no way I'm hot on the heat while pushing my beloved matic. I crouched down and checked my motorcycle tires. Wiping the sweat that started dripping on my forehead. I felt the veil I was wearing a little wet from sweat.

I squealed in shock, a bottle of mineral water in front of my face. The muscular hand with thin feathers that's the middle of his outstretched. I looked up, my eyes glared, my mouth gaping. For what sake try suddenly there is a helper god coming towards me.

I quickly grabbed a bottle of mineral water from his hand. I stood up and opened the lid before downing nearly half of it. Relieved, the thirst that I had felt had been cured.

" Thank you." That's all I said.

Om Dirga looked down at my bike.

" the tires are flat" he said.

" yes. It was also fine."

" get in the car. Shift home.

" my bike how. "

" just leave it here. Let the workshop man take it. "

" but om. "

Om Dirga has walked to his car parked not far behind my motorcycle. I had to follow him. Than I'm hot here and can't go home. I try to think realistically. Can't stand the feeling of being on the side of the road like this under the scorching sun. Actually, I was going to call Ken and want to ask him to pick up and help bring my bike to the tire patch.but I haven't had time to do his hunting om Dirga who came first.

" come in. I'll take you home, "o'm Dirga opens the passenger door.

I comply. Get in the car. Behind the wheel was a man who looked back and smiled at me. I also returned her smile. Om Dirga came in on the front bench sitting next to... Don't it don't be the driver om Dirga yes.... Ah I don't know.

" Fer, call the repair shop to get the bike here."

" ready boss."

Afterwards the guy called fer by Dirga called someone I knew was a repairman. Maybe his subscription om Dirga.

The car started driving away from my motorbike which was still on the side of the road. The cold air from the car AC began to dry the sweat that had soaked my body. It is in stark contrast to the extremely hot outside conditions. I heard Dirga mention my home address. Give instructions to the man next to her.

" this goes in at the front housing gate that's the boss?" the man asked Dirga. I saw the gate of the house where I lived before my eyes.

" yes. Later just straight, the second intersection turn right. House most corner painted crem color."

" ready boss."

I just kept quiet hearing their conversation. Om Dirga seems to have been out of his head with my home address. He also did not visit home very often.

As instructed by the Boss, the car stopped right in front of Mother's house. I opened the car door to coincide with Dirga who had also come out of the car. Before closing the door, Dirga looked inward.

" you want to stay there. Don't want to go inside." he asked fer

" it's okay, boss, I'll come in."

Without answering, Dirga closed the car door. Shortly after that the next door also opened.the man also came out. I walked ahead of them. Incidentally the gate was open and the front door I saw was not closed either.

" loh there's Dirga's son. "I looked back. It turns out there is a Mother. It may be the new Mother from the house Budhe meaningi, next door neighbor. The door is not closed.

Om Dirga saluting Mother. The fer follow along to greet Mother as well.

" who is this." asked Mother

" i'm Ferdy aunt. Mr. Dirga's personal assistant.

Owh so his name was Ferdy anyway... I'm a mangosteen myself. And what he said earlier, personal assistant. I really want to use all personal assistants. No wonder, too. Om Dirga is the main director in his big company. It is worth having a personal assistant.

Don't ask me why I know that Dirga is a director. That's because the first time I found her purse back then and took her business card, it was written that Angkasa Dirgantara his position is the President Director of xxxxx company and I know for myself how big the company is because I have been there even if it was only once.

" oah Mila why bengong there. This is Dirga's son being told to come in."

" yes, Mother."

" dirga boy, Ferdy boy come on in."

I preceded them into the house. Go straight to the kitchen, open the freezer and gulp water straight from her bottle.

" this is Mother's daughter who is like that. There is a husband in front too. If you see how to drink you like this later Dirga can ilfill. Pake the glass there baby...."

" hungry Mother."

" yes already this Mother made a drink first. Going forward. "

" Mother is the anter. Mila is hot to take a shower. Ow... Mother ish why nyubit Mila anyway. "I rubbed my arm that was pinched by Mother. Actually no how much pain anyway Mother nyubitnya also ga kenceng.

" there is a prospective husband who even wants to be left behind. It's polite his name. I was also sent home. Cook the Dirga nak dicuekin with you. Already hunted there anter his drink. All that snack doples bring forward." I counted twice mother called the future husband. What is so happy mother because om Dirga will marry me.

" yes yes Mother.." I snatched a piece. He was told to bring drinks forward.

Arriving in the living room I saw Dirga looking down at the mobile phone in her hand so that she did not realize my presence. I still stood silently observing Dirga. Actually he's handsome. His skin is white, his height is proportionate. Not short, not high. And hey look at his nose.... If viewed from the side it is clear how sharp the nose.yes itung itung can improve offspring later. The nose I have is standard. Not a pug nor is it poignant. Um... I observed once again, had the thin hair around her cheekbones and jaws been slashed away, perhaps her face would have looked much younger. But... with the presence of such a thin sideburn also looks more macho anyway even though it looks a little old.... Yes, he is old....

" ahem.." deheman's voice gave me a shock. Dirga looked at me.

I was caught from daydreaming to feel ashamed of myself. Walk up to them and place a tray on the table.

" please drink it" I said as I circulated the view on the living room sofa. Actually there is still one long sofa and one single sofa that is empty. The long sofa is located between the sofas occupied by Dirga and Ferdy, bounded by a square table. If I choose to sit on a long sofa that automatically I have to pass where om Dirga sitting. Be no other choice but to sit on the single sofa next to om Dirga. This is why Dirga and Ferdy chose to sit facing each other instead of side by side.

I just sat down when Dirga asked "ready ? ."

I cringed not understanding his question.

" A ready? Ready for what." I changed to ask.

Ferdy who just finished sipping his Orange Juice looked at me unblinkingly because he and I were sitting opposite each other. I turned my gaze to Om Dirga who was also looking at me. His eyebrows were clinging, slightly leaning his body towards me.

" three more weeks" he said, as I could still hear. I swallowed with difficulty. What Dirga means is..............

Shook my head. Back to looking ahead. My eyes met Ferdy who was still looking at me with his evil smile. God, the way he looked at me was really.