Beautiful Mother, I Love You

Part 7's

The PoV Mecca

Yesterday, I went to the hospital, saw the condition of Mala that I hit a day ago. Thank goodness his condition is good.

First impression, really beautiful. Obviously I'm nothing, I don't know why Miko prefers me.

From the way she looked at Miko I knew Mala liked her. They are a matching couple. Especially in terms of age. It felt like this chest was burning seeing the two of them joking so closely.

"Why, anyway? How come bete's that face?" ask Miko when she comes out of Mala's room.

"No papa" I said, scratching my nape.

Miko and I walked together through long, lonely passages. Miko's tall body seemed to be in stark contrast to my tiny body.

"What's wrong, by the way? Sit down, here." Miko suddenly covered to the waiting chair along the hallway. We both sat down.

"It looks like it fits you perfectly."

Miko chuckles. "Don't be jealous, any woman can't change my feelings for Makkah" she said, stroking my hair.

"But, he's much more attractive to you, he's young and there's no problem with your family."

"Ck! I'm going to go on, okay, will you?"

"Ih! Can't!"

"Gemesin, want nyium not muhrim." He pinched my cheek.

"i'm serious. I honestly feel like we can't be together" I said seriously. Hearing my words Miko straightened her back.

"Let me have a clear reason."

"Good, honestly I still can't accept having a younger partner, I still want to have an older partner, who can imagine my life and my children later," I said plainly. That's the truth, I do have feelings for her, but it feels like she's too young. I'm too embarrassed for that.

"Good again, I swear I can't stand this discussion," Miko rattled her curls.

"But that's the truth."

"Am I guilty of falling in love with an older woman? Can falling in love be picky? If I could choose, my choice would still fall to the same person" he continued. His eyes are looking at me. It's messed up, but I don't want to make him expect more.

"We've only met for a day, why are you so serious, anyway, just like me."

"Gue's been waiting for a year and it doesn't change anything about how I feel. Don't tell me to back off."

"Sorry ...," lirihku. Silent. Miko looked bright, I don't know what was on her mind.

"Please stop, don't see me again" I continued.

"Gue Anter Ma'am Mecca came home, yeah."

"No need, I asked for help Mas Eka pick me up," I replied. His eyes widened slightly, his gaze hurt.

I gave my face so I wouldn't see the painful sight.

"Wait." He blocked my wrist as he was about to leave.

I looked at him with a questionable look. "What?"

"Jawab to be honest, isn't it the same with me?" tanyakanya. I shut up and let her hand stay there, blocking my wrist.

"This one time, whatever Ma'am Mecca answers, if after this I want to go .. I won't be able to," he said with a gaze that could not be quantified.

"For women my age, love is no longer important. Not a problem" I replied firmly. However, this heart actually collapsed. I obviously need to know myself, not just about age, but my existence can ruin her relationship with Mika.

"That doesn't answer my question." Mika looked at me sharply, slowly approaching making abnormal heartbeats. The eyes felt piercing, penetrating to the heart. Unknowingly I kept retreating until my back touched the cold wall. His face was getting closer, his mint-scented breath was sweeping across the face. Both of his hands were against the wall, cradling me.

"Jawab, Ma'am."

"But my age can't wait too long" I continued.

"Gue never said he wouldn't stop until Mother Mecca married someone else."

"Then, you should know, I will marry, Mas Eka!" I screamed while pushing his chest away. My eyes were wet, obviously I lost to this young man. Why am I even feeling sick?

"Mecca?" A voice surprised me.

"Mas Eka."

Without words Miko stared intently at me and Mas Eka, then turned the steps leaving me and Mas Eka who was dumbstruck looking at me.

"What was I really hearing? You accepted my proposal?" Mas Eka's voice sounded crisp.

"We'll talk about it next time, yeah, Mas."

I smiled faintly, wanting to quickly go home and shed all tears.

I don't know why I'm so emotional. I'm angry because I'm in love. Falling in love with someone younger. Does that make sense? Angry at something that is out of my control.

***

Inner me tired. The journey to find a partner for me is not as easy as for others. I'm revolving around the same person. Mika, then Miko.

Did I just accept Mas Eka's proposal the other day? He's a good guy, really. At least that's what I know. But I don't love him, is that fair?

"Mecca, from the first time you applied for a job at the office, I have indeed put my heart to you. Let alone seeing your dedication in work, really hardworking, smart, really dream woman." Mas Eka looked at me full of love. A romantic dinner that a lot of women might dream of, except me. I don't know why this romantic atmosphere feels so bland. My mind floated on the sweet boy.

"Thank you, Mum. I'm an ordinary woman, don't exaggerate."

"I'm honest with everything I've said, Mecca. Just this time I felt so excited about facing women, after such a long time. I'm a very selective type of partner, not easy to fall in love."

'Also perfectionist, ' my inner self.

"In fact, I don't care when the young man claims to be your girlfriend, I think I'm going to move on."

"That ... just kidding, I'm just a friend Miko" I said with a wry smile.

Eka stood up and knelt down near my chair. "For that, the second time I ask, will you accompany, accompany, and travel through life and old age with me? Will you marry me, Mecca?" Perfect song melodious, must have been prepared by Mas Eka. All eyes are on me. As if everyone stopped breathing waiting for an answer, some were seen sparkling, moved to see all the preparations of Mas Eka.

I'm stiff, still a gamang. But Miko's words were like hanging in the air, ringing.

"Gue won't stop until Mother Mecca marries someone else." It was evident how serious the child's face was when he said it. But haven't we seen each other in a long time? A year and just met again a few days ago, a boy his age should have easily forgotten me.

"Mecca?" Eka held out a ring box that was now open. A sweet ring that looks simple, but elegant, I know the price must be fantastic.

"Good, Mas. I want to." Mas Eka looked as tense as her face had turned very happy. I just smiled stiffly watching him pin the ring on my ring finger.

"But, Mas. There are a few things you need to know" I said after Mas Eka sat back in his chair. The man Eka raised his face with a warm smile. "What's? By the way," he said.

"I still have parents, Mom. It's just that our relationship has been bad for the past year, over a year."

"What's going on?"

"My parents want to match me to someone and I don't want to."

"I don't have a problem, anyway. We can stay married with or without your parents' blessing."

"That's the problem, I want to marry their blessing."

"We can talk about this later, right? It seems like the atmosphere is more suitable for happiness," said Mas Eka while squeezing my finger.

I was uncomfortable with that answer.