EARTH LOVE
•03 03 Chapter 2•
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The meeting just finished. The man stepped quickly towards his room which was accompanied by his secretary, Alga.
"Ga, call Irfan" the man commanded firmly, until Alga lowered her head in understanding.
Algae left the room and called out to his boss' personal assistant.
Tok, tock, tock
The door was knocked, making the person inside turn their head.
"Sorry, disturb, Mr. Irfan. You are called Mr. Erlangga to his room," explained Alga politely.
The person in question just nodded. He tidied up some of the paper on his desk, then moved from his seat.
"Alga, clear my schedule on Thursday," said Erlangga when they –Alga and Irfan– have faced him. "And leave us" he continued.
Algae nodded.
"Good, sir".
After the relics of Alga, Erlangga took off his suit and rolled up his white shirt orange elbow.
"Yesterday mama asked me how you were" said Erlangga who turned soft with a smile on her lips.
"Ah, I haven't visited him in a long time" he said.
"And my mom asked me, when did you get married? Mama can't wait to see you get married and give her a grandchild", Erlangga got up and moved towards the sofa, which Irfan followed.
"I haven't thought about it, mas," Irfan's head bowed.
"Your age is very mature for marriage. Don't you want to be spoiled with the woman you love?", Erlangga's sharp eyes traced the face of her adopted sister.
"All men would want something like that, mas, one of them is me. But I haven't found a woman that fits like Nadia's sister".
"Yes, I admit it. Brother Nadia is different from your flirtatious ex".
Instantly Erlangga's face turned grim.
"Don't talk about that now. We're talking about your future, not mine" he said. "At the same time I'm lazy to talk about my ex. Make you sick if you remember again", grunts annoyed.
"OK, fine", Irfan gave up before getting the impact. "Tell my mom, let me find my own soul mate. I don't want to be paired".
"You're very picky. There are already many girls around you, are they not your type?", Erlangga raised his eyebrows.
"But none of them made me fall in love, ma'am".
"OK, I'll try to persuade you to be patient again. You know, right, mom's been so patient with you all this time?".
Irfan smiled warmly.
"I know, mas. Very know".
"Tomorrow the holidays" said Erlangga while moving from the sofa until Irfan stood up and followed the steps of Erlangga.
"For what?".
"Isn't it to find a woman who can melt your heart, it takes a lot of time?", led Erlangga while tidying up her desk. "Happy, who knows how to make a wife".
"Hopefully, mas. But what if not?", asked Irfan sadly.
"You can't go back to work. Leave forever, until you succeed in bringing home the future wife you will introduce to mom and dad", said Erlangga, but impressed soft.
Irfan laughed at his brother's behavior which was sometimes creepy but also gentle to certain people.
"Alright, mas. May Allah side with me and make it easier for me to complete this mission of yours" Irfan said.
Erlangga walked until they faced each other.
"That's my new brother, Ahmad Irfan Argani", Erlangga replied while patting Irfan's shoulder.
Irfan smiled happily. God really loved him, making Irfan have a complete family and love him.
He remembered a few years ago. Had an alcoholic father who always beat him up when he came home. And his mother, not so different from him. The presence of Irfan as if not considered by a woman with such shoulder hair.
But now, she has a mother who loves her very much. Spoiling him and never picky, just because Irfan is a foster child. And papa, nor is he as rude as his father once was.
Papa is hardworking and loves his family. Papa is very privileged with his two great children. Papa never hurt his children –including Irfan–, anything else hit , although sometimes papa was firm on Erlangga and Irfan.
But most importantly, they had made Irfan's gloomy world go back in color.
