Chased by the Love of the Police

Gista Courage

Today Anya did not go to college. He just enough to wait for an email reply from his lecturer about the proposal he sent yesterday. After getting a reply then Anya to the campus to ask for a signature if there is no revision and Anya can submit a proposal hearing.

By noon Anya is getting ready to go to see Yoga at lemdiklat. She dressed up as usual, but still looked beautiful and attractive. Anya immediately drives the white according to the maps that Yoga has sent first.

Anya arrived at lemdiklat. He saw Yoga and some of his friends were training juniors. Eka is also seen in the junior ranks trained by Yoga and his co-workers. The eyes of Eka and Anya meet, Anya reflexively throws a smile at Eka. Yoga who saw him became furious.

Anya waited for Yoga in the seat, from where she was sitting clearly visible exercises are still being done. A few minutes later it was time for lunch. Yoga approached Anya. Then Anya gave me a bottle of water.

"Capek yeah?" Ask Anya while giving a water bottle. Yoga drank the water in the bottle and sat down next to Anya.

"Smuck not really, if it's really hot." Answer Yoga jutek.

"If it's hot shady first, brother." Anya answered innocently.

"It's hot, so it doesn't take a shit even shady." Yoga is still in jutek mode.

"Why is his heart hot?" Anya frowned not understanding what was happening.

"Abis was smiling at other guys. His intention here to find his girlfriend what found his ex-stuck."

"Hmmm starting to get jealous is not clear. Anya's people are just like Eka's friends, sister. A really good person. Anya wishes she was happy and found a good girl for her."

"That's fine because there's a want." Yoga is still a jutek.

"It's really good, brother. He supported Anya's choice to open his heart to big brother."

"Oiya, when did you tell him?" Yoga is getting curious.

"Curious?" Anya Ledek.

"She's curious, it's a story." Urk Yoga.

"So when I met Eka first, the angry brother was not clear. I told Eka about us, sister. I met Eka to explain everything, so Anya does not give hope to Eka. He deserves better who can open his heart to him. But Eka is a good guy, Anya still wants to be friends with him."

Yoga is amazed by Anya's words.

"When did you tell Eka the story?"

Anya nodded.

"I want to open my heart to brother, eeh even brother angry unclear." Anya's replacement is a little cranky considering the moment.

"I'm sorry, honey. If I'm jealous, I'm probably overrated."

"That's fine. If it's commitment, you should trust each other, brother." Anya pouted making Yoga anxious. Yoga smiled and rubbed Anya's hair gently.

"I believe in you, but I don't believe in men out there."

"So big brother."

"Eeh, brother will be malem want to meet Anya no?" connect Anya.

"Where are you going?"

"Will go to the mall, find cloth pants for later presentation of the proposal. There is free time to prepare for the needs."

"Should it be a really good night?" Yoga remembers the dinner promise that Mama Inneke promised yesterday.

"Yes, if you can't, papa. Anya can be alone. Or if you are males nyari, Anya can pinjem cloth skirt Kak Sonya later presentation. The tight one used to be sister, who fit Anya use when we first met."

"No. Mending buy new cloth pants. No pinjem-pinjem skirt Sonya. The skirt is lacking that material. If you want to wear his skirt in front of me doang no papa, if diiatin people I do not want to."

"Yeee, why do I wear a skirt so in front of my sister. Week." Anya stuck out her tongue.

"If tomorrow brother wants to find his pants how? Today I have a dinner appointment with mama papa."

"Ooh. I am not papa brother." Yoga tried to smile, his heart felt guilty for having to refuse Anya's invitation to obey her mother's orders.

***

Sonya walks into her practice room, she crosses paths with Iqbal.

"Where are you from?" Sapa Sonya's.

"Abis visit."

"Where is Airelle's condition? Can you go home yet?" Ask Sonya.

"Udah, he's healthy. There's someone I want to talk to about Airelle." Iqbal reduced the volume of his voice.

"What?" Sonya frowned.

"I don't think Airelle is Ezza's son."

"Haah? You know where you're from? Don't make a shit up."

"Gue doesn't make it up."

"But it's impossible. He lied to me."

"Yes I'm not sure, I'll check again."

While about to continue the conversation, there was a nurse who met Sonya informing that it was time to practice because many patients were waiting. Forced Sonya to talk about Airelle. During practice Sonya's mind drifted everywhere. "The real time Iqbal. Aaah no way, at that time he told mom if he had children." Sonya Mumbled.

"Why Doc?" The nurse beside Sonya asked curiously thinking Sonya was talking to him.

"Eeh no no, no papa really. Just thought about it again."

Sonya recalled the time Ezza met her mother.

#Throwback On's..

Ezza walks into Sonya's house and follows her to the living room. Not long ago Mama Meli came over. Ezza greets the back of Mama Meli's hand.

"Aunty night, I'm Ezza, Sonya's close friend." Ezza introduced himself.

"Please sit down for Ezza."

"Thank you."

Ezza sat on the living room couch. His face looks a little groggy.

"Where's Ezza's son?"

"I'm aunty lecturer." Answer Ezza.

"He's Anya's lecturer, Ma." Sonya chiming.

"So long ago with Sonya?"

"Emmh, not so long ago aunt. We're still in the process of getting to know each other."

Sonya went inside, to make a drink for Ezza.

Ezza was silent for a moment.

"Yes aunty, I've been married."

"Tante doesn't mind Ezza's status. As long as Sonya is happy, of course aunt is supportive. Just aunty hope, no problems that will arise from the past son Ezza."

"My ex-wife and I split up nicely. For reasons of separation I can't tell you because I don't want to open up the disgrace of our past of course."

"Yes it's okay. Auntie doesn't want to know about Ezza's past. It's just that aunt Tidsk wants Sonya hurt if later the problems in the past son Ezza not finished."

"We've received a farewell with sincere aunt. For 3 years we were apart there was no problem either."

"Are there any children in past marriages?"

"There's an aunt, a princess. She lives with her mother." Sonya stopped stepping over to hear Ezza say while bringing drinks for Ezza. After the conversation Mama Meli and Ezza had not about Ezza's past, then Sonya entered to deliver drinks.

#flashback Off's..

"It seems unlikely that it wasn't Ezza's son, he told my mom that he had a daughter." Sonya Inner. He was still thinking about Iqbal. "Even if he's lying, what's it for." Inner Sonya is back.

***

Yoga is coming home. Seen the condition of the house is crowded, there is a car parked in front. Yoga entered the house, Mama Inneke immediately greeted him. He took Yoga to the family room and introduced Mama Inneke's friend.

"Know, this is my first child. Yoga is called."

Yoga shakes the back of Mama Inneke's hand.

"Yoga, this is my mom's friend, her name is aunt Melanie. Well if it's his son, the same age as you. Name's Gista. It's beautiful." Gista smiles sumringah look at Yoga. Yoga just smiles stiffly.

"I went to Ma'am's room."

"Well don't, you said Gista talk first yeah."

Yoga is forced to sit on the sofa facing Gista. Gista said hello to Yoga.

"Hello, you're Yoga well. I'm Gista."

"Yes hello." Yoga answers stiffly.

"You're a cop?" Gista saw the uniform that Yoga used.

"Yes." Yeah."

Gista tries to tease Yoga. He pulled his long hair behind his ears. Yet Yoga is indifferent. He tried to throw his face away.

Gista had a tall and thin stature. She is a model, so it is common for her to use makeup that is quite thick. He wears a dress over his knees in red. Showing the curves of his body. The front looks closed, but the back of the dress is exposed to the back. Yoga followed dinner by force. His face looks uncomfortable. Especially when Mama Inneke began discussing so that Gista could be close to Yoga.

Dinner is over. Mama Inneke and her friend enjoyed tea in the living room while joking with laughter. Yoga was about to go to the room, but was held by Mama Inneke.

"Yoga, you are Gista dong. It's like he didn't talk to his parents."

Yoga sat in front of Gista. He did not even want to open a conversation with her. He was sure by behaving like this could make Gista understand that he was not interested in him.

"Oiya, are you horrified about us being fooled earlier?" Gista opened the chat.

"That if it's appropriate, if it's not suitable it can be canceled." Yoga answered cuek.

"But I agree with this matchmaking." Yoga is surprised by Gista's words.

"Lu don't see if I'm not interested in you?" Yoga whispered a little to Gista.

"You know. But I think that's what attracts you. Make curious." Yoga is not over thought with Gista.

"Gue can't accept this match, because I already have a boyfriend. So I hope you also stop to mess around."

"If you have a boyfriend, but your mama wants your mate. It means your mom doesn't agree with you."

"No, my mom just doesn't know my girl yet."

"If you haven't met your girl to your mama, do not-don't you who are not ready to be serious about your boyfriend." Gista smile.

"Not that either. I can't accept this match." Yoga is getting upset.

"Emmh, but I don't think it's happening to me. I'm interested in you. So, from now on I will try to keep this matchmaking going. I will try to take your heart from your girl who has not dared you to take it seriously." Gista smiled with a confident face. With a beautiful face charming of course many men are consumed by seduction. However, it is different from yoga. His heart was already anchored to Anya. Any seduction Gista made did not shake his heart. It's just that He was afraid that Anya would know and would rather end the relationship. Yoga is upset should He be honest with Anya about Gista, or he just shut up and try to overcome everything himself. This makes Yoga confused.

Gista and his family finally came home. Yoga met his mother in the living room, he hoped that by talking to his mother could thwart Gista's plans to approach him.

"Ma, serious yoga can't be fooled by Gista."

"You don't mean it, you guys keep it up first."

"Well, I can't, Yoga has a boyfriend."

"Where does your girlfriend go? I first met my mother. Mama wants to see how serious she is about you. When's the wedding plan."

"Ma, we don't have a marriage plan yet. It's not possible either."

"How do you mean?"

"Yes, it is not possible to marry Ma. We haven't had any talks in that direction."

"Yes, let's go to mama's, let mama talk."

"Not yet can Ma."

"It's not uncommon that why Yoga? He's abroad again?"

Yoga shaking.

"He's not abroad Ma, but he's.."

"He what?"

"He's still in college last semester Ma. If I know my mother, continue to discuss marriage, afraid to make her uncomfortable. Sooner or later Yoga will get to know her to mama. But not now, Ma."

"Yoga, are you aware of your choice? You want to wait until what age? He's a little kid, mama doesn't think much of you."

"Yoga guy Ma, getting married is not something that must be urged to be hastened because of the neighbor's talk. Yoga wants to get married because we're both ready to build a household."

"But when will Yoga, now that he has not graduated, still have to wait for him to graduate. Waiting for him to get a job. When to Yoga. Which has your time wasted."

"No Ma, later if we already know each other and understand each other, Yoga will certainly take him to a more serious level. We just need Ma's time."

"No, you can't if your child has to wait without clarity. Mama wants you to keep tracking Gista. No one knows Yoga. At least you also gave Gista a chance so that she could prove that she was a great woman and could win your heart." Mama Inneke replied casually. Yoga is confused with the behavior of middle-aged women who gave birth to it into the world.

Mama Inneke's request was difficult for her to fulfill. Yoga thinks, for the near future it is impossible he invited Anya to meet his mother. Later there was even forced to marry. Surely later can lead to the breakdown of their relationship. Yoga is well aware that Anya has not thought of getting married. But to be close to Gista he also did not want to, he was not interested in Gista at all. Yoga went into the room, threw himself into the bed and rubbed his face rough.

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