Because of Lent

Chapters 30. PoV

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POV galang

Every mama invites to go to Jogja there must be-there is only what he asked for. He always requires that I and Enzo stay in the oma house for a whole week.

"Mom don't want to know, you have to be here for a week."

"But a lot of work, Mah."

"Can you ask that Patrik to handle everything?"

"Fedrik, Mah, not Patrik."

"Wes, whoever the name is doesn't matter. The most important thing for my mom is that you have to come. If you want Enzo, you'll stay at his ninja house."

"Yes, yeah, yeah, it's up to mom."

Looking at Mama's other smile, I already know what she means. He would have again betrothed me to a child of his acquaintance. Already since Enzo was 1 year old mama has always done things in vain. I have no intention of having a wife. My experience being taken advantage of by the woman I loved so much a few years ago made me cross off the list of women from my life. I am not a holy man. I'm just a normal guy like any other guy, but I have my own way of getting my desires done.

Tomorrow I'm going back to Jakart. Mama has been so frenetic since I refused to meet her best friend's son. I decided to follow Enzo's request to go to the market to wait for the sale, rather than hear my mother's nagging.

Who would have thought? this morning my son even met and fascinated with a young woman who he thought was very beautiful. Yeah, aAu admit it. She's a beautiful woman. His skin was white, his hair was long pigtailed high until his neckline looked very tempting. But I'm lazy to admit to Enzo that she's beautiful.

My son Enzo looked so admiring of the woman, he even observed her movements as she sat down and enjoyed selling oma. Enzo smiled as the woman also smiled at his nose. My son is like a man in love.

It's like seeing myself on Enzo when I like something. Enzo even ran away as the woman left her nine stand.

I didn't expect, the woman turned out to be prettier up close. He was also very friendly to my son. He even responded to Enzo's spoiled attitude patiently. He even defended my son's infuriating behavior.

As he was about to split up, he wrote down his mobile number in Enzo's hand. I can memorize that number out of my head. The number it has is like a specially ordered number. She also seems not to be a woman.

Enzo continued to whine along the way borrowing his ninja mobile number, but it turned out that oma did not want to obey Enzo's request this time. I don't know what the plan was, because when we got here, he immediately told Enzo's behavior. Of course the woman who gave birth to me did not have the heart of her first grandchild.

"Well, don't always obey what Enzo wants."

"Let's go, anyway, Lang. You don't count your own son."

"Huh, it's up to mom. It's hard to tell, he'll be a spoiled kid, Mah."

"Mama is sure, Enzo is like you, although spoiled but still able to grow up. Just mama is still surprised, until now you do not want to know women to mama, do you not-don't you turn?"

"Normal cross, Mah. Normal," I said with care. The ends are always those accusations that reach my ears. So annoying.

"If normal, evidenced dong. Take a girl to mama."

She finally pulled out her phone and typed the woman's number. Enzo and Mama immediately looked familiar to the woman named Vina.

They even asked the girl to come to this house. Enzo also easily put on his face. His laughter was so crisp.

And here we are now. Sitting in the living room because the oma asked. After receiving the call, his face was a little grim. What makes a woman as young as her divorce?

"I'm an orphan, Auntie."

"Oh, sorry."

She smiled when she saw that she felt guilty. His face was so calm and unpredictable. I don't know what's on his mind.

"His college is still long?" tanya Nini, I don't know that the two women of different generations seem very compact to interrogate Vina. I also don't know how far Vina told her life story to oma.

"It looks like it, grandma. I'm just in semester 2."

"Why did you decide to get married? sorry, grandma asked a lot. Oma looked clumsy but the woman again only responded with a calm smile.

"What yes? maybe because I feel lonely. Both of my sisters have married. I have a friend who happens to also take college in this city. So I often feel lonely, then I met with my ex-husband. Maybe because my age is still unstable and easy to fall in love so I finally chose to marry him."

"Hemb, the answer sounds too diplomatic," I thought.

"Why divorce?" ask mom again. Vina momentarily glanced at me, but as much as possible I pretended to turn to look at Enzo who was playing hp beside Vina. I don't want to be caught staring at him for long.

"Hmm, I can't explain why. I may not know his family. So during the marriage I felt alien and there was never a match."

Mama and oma finally kept quiet after hearing Vina's last reply. Mama turned her head towards me as if to signal that I would also be friendly to her.

"Where's college?" my question is finally, can not stand also long stared so sharply by mama.

"U." I only held back the frustration with that very short answer. Why are there no bases at all.

"Oma, Nini, Vina's sister can stay here anyway? Enzo wants to sleep with Vina dong."

"Enzo, don't be like that" I said. Enzo who was sitting next to Vina immediately hugged the girl's arm and hid behind her arm.

"Enzo, brother can't stay here. Today I have an appointment. It was this afternoon, but since Enzo also wanted to meet brother so brother postponed the appointment."

"Well, Enzo wants to know what it's like to sleep in your arms."

"Enzo." unconsciously my voice raised. Vina, that woman immediately glanced at me with a sharp gaze and as if her hand was protecting my son.

"Can't you just not be yelled at?" Duh, why did I become like this and my heart why even thumped. The look in his eyes that had been sad and shady turned ice-cold.

"Yes, uh, you're nothing, anyway, Lang. Mama often said don't be yelled at. This Enzo still doesn't know anything."

Behind Vina's arm, Enzo smiled mockingly and stuck his tongue out at me.

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