BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL
67. Shopping Plan With Mom
Ba'da Isya, I got home escorted by Aya. Since at the front door, bi Ani has given the code, I don't know what it means, so I keep waltzing in without any burden.
"Son Rara's home yet?" mother's voice. Sure enough, I was standing by the stairs.
"Mother." I hurriedly greeted mother, kissing the back of her hand. "Mom was that?" I asked a little surprised.
"Yes, since five o'clock. Said Ken Nak Rara usually come home at reception, so the mother came straight here. It turned out to be almost eight at night."
Mom's last words made me feel bad. It was actually five o'clock work was done, but I ate out first with my three friends, in addition to eating we also took time to stop at the mall all Maghrib and Isha prayers.
"Son Rara's overtime huh?" mother asked still very calmly, but it made me feel guilty.
"No ma'am. Actually, five o'clock, the work's done, but it was ...."
"Of course, if you don't want to tell a story, that's okay. Has Rara eaten yet?"
"That, Rara was eating out with friends. Because Ken is not at home so Rara came out with friends, but has asked permission through the message even though there is no answer."
"Thank God that you ate. I'm really worried, scared Rara's sick magh. A busy man sometimes forgets himself."
"His own mother ate?"
"Not yet, the plan was to eat with Rara."
"Astagfirullah, sorry Rara Bu. Now I eat ya, Rara accompany me." I immediately took mom to the dinner table with multiple guilt. It has made mom wait a long time, especially mom to wait for me to have dinner together. "Mom, sorry. Rara went along with Rara's friends, had asked permission from Ken, again forgive Rara ya Bu." I repeated the apology until several times because it was not good for mother.
Hopefully it won't be a problem in the future. Not a month so the daughter-in-law has been throwing a tantrum, hopefully the attitude of the mother before has not changed to me.
"Hehehe, it's okay, Rara. Mom's just worried. Afraid of Rara. I came here because Ken asked. Before leaving for Paris he asked my mother to accompany Rara tonight, who knows Rara kangen Ken. Or Rara's lonely boy. Hence ulibu fulfill the request, plus mom really wants to chat with Rara."
"Yes, ma'am, I'm very upset." Of course I didn't say it directly because I was ashamed of my mother. "Mother add ya." I spooned the rice to mom's plate. Trying to serve mom as best as possible as a sign of apology for making mom wait.
I don't know why I'm so upset, why Ken didn't tell me that mom wanted to come home. Fortunately, my mother didn't think anything. Just left husband a few hours ago.
After eating, my mother and I sat on the sofa and chatted. Mom told me about Ken's childhood.
"The gene since childhood has been independent. He did not like the one whose name depended on others. So when his father asked Ken to take care of the company, Ken had refused, fortunately his father had a thousand and one ways for Ken to want, one of them by requiring that Ken must be an employee first there, and Ken had to be there, if Ken succeeds then the reward is the company. Too bad, if the effort that has been pioneered since zero is not continued.
One day, Ken told me about his mother, how she was so excited because someone understood her thoughts. When his own father contradicted him. Ken was hoping that the owner of the idea could be his wife." Mother's laughter recalled Ken's behavior at that time, really like it, while I blushed because what the mother was talking about was me.
So that's another reason Ken chose me, because of the ideas I gave him. Ahh Ken, I somehow expressed this gratitude because you don't just see people from their faces.
"But Ken never even preached Monika, Mom?" my many.
"Oh that, because Ken was sorry to see Monika who really wanted to change, so we all agreed to accept Ken as a candidate for our family. Who knows with the marriage Monika really could be a good son, considering her father Ken knew quite close to the Monika family. But what happened was the opposite. Ahh come, we do not need to express the disgrace of others yes son Rara" said the mother wisely. "It's late at night, son Rara must be tired all day working eh commute even mother chat." said mother.
"It's okay mom. Rara was happy to talk to mom. Rara so knows how Ken really is."
"Where's Ma?"
"Look at tomorrow. Now the game sleeps, don't stay up late so it doesn't hurt."
I went to the bedroom after saying goodbye to Mom. Arriving at the room, I did not go to sleep immediately, but checking on HP, as soon as I saw a message from Ken, I immediately jumped happy.
[Assalamualaikum, what is my wife doing?]
[Ra, mom's going home. Hasn't arrived yet?]
[Bus, kangen ... 😘]
To reply to three messages from Ken, I typed the message a few times. Then delete it again until finally it becomes a poem that I send to Ken in return for him.
[I have never felt such a great longing, like the one I now feel. Oh sweetheart, how much longer should we be apart. I really miss you.]
Five minutes later, a reply from Ken came in.
[Ra, is this you picking?] ask Ken.
[Yes, why?] I'm back to asking.
[You can be soooooooo, hahaha.]
[That's not bucin, but poetic!]
[Hahaha, yes poetic.]
[Applause? Ugly huh? Yes, delete it!]
Ken, why the hell are you doing this. I'm serious but you laugh. It wasn't long before Ken replied by sending an apology.
[I'm happy for Ra, with the messages you sent ] said Ken.
[Not lie!] I said.
[Truly. I miss you too, my girlfriend.]
[Ken, stop. No need to pretend to be poetic, I even saw it as if you wanted to mock me. So it's better already. I'm gonna take a break.]
[Ra, this night is so dark despite the clear sky and the many stars in the sky, probably because there is no one here.]
[Night? I was caught making it up. It's still late afternoon, you don't think I know that Indonesia is five hours faster than Paris. Go Ken!]
My frustration grew as Ken's pretending attitude imitated me. From the glass getting upset, I finally decided to go to bed soon, tomorrow there is an agenda with mom, I want to wake up early to show that I am a daughter-in-law who is worth being proud of!
