Fives

section 27. Tomorrow Rega Lamar mamahnya

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"do you eat in your room?" gina asked as she closed the door to her son's room. Gina knew very well that Rega did not like it if the door of her room was open.

rega's face looked sour.***** his meal was reduced when he heard his mother's voice from earlier filling this house.

"what's going on here?" ask Rega flat.

Gina looked down, she was disappointed at her son's response. "can't you come here?" ask Gina back.

"can. can be so!" rega's words pressed down on the last word, and it made Gina lower her head.

"had married mother again.you are rich not Rega that you know.if you do not agree with the marriage of the mother who is now.why not protest at that time" said Gina, feeling desperate.

"sit down first." Rega glanced at the sofa next to him.

Rega back to eat.however his stomach still needs to be filled, he needs energy even though only to listen to the woman next to him is babbling.it feels lazy to serve the words of his mother just now.

"Rome." Gina wiggled her son's arm."are you sick?" when he felt Rega's hot skin his face also looked pale.

instead of replying, Rega asked again tonight."what did you come here for?"

"come on, you go back to mom's house, Annis is equally papa.She is sad you prefer to split the house since she became your papa." said Gina, her lips curved down.

one week after Gina and Amar got married, Rega decided to split the house, and it made Amar's day offended.

"tell it to Amar's om. he doesn't have to feel guilty. I just want to be independent." Rega drank water up the toilet. Rega stabbed a few slices of banana with a fork and ate them.

gina's eyes look watery, "still om huh? he was already your papah Rega, "he said. his voice sounded vibrating, from the first Rega had never mentioned Amar with papah.

"already yes, Mom. Rega wants a break." Rega stood stepping towards the bed laying his body up there, no matter how he ate and immediately lay down.

Gina wiped her tears, she came back to Rega, and sat down on the edge of the bed "mother wants to ask."

"hm"

"that's your maid?" ask Gina curiously.

Gina is so. she does not like to drag on, it is better for her to switch the conversation on appeal to have to cry because of Rega's attitude that has not been able to accept Amar completely.

"yes" Rega replied as she closed her eyes.

"pantesan.you feel at home. ehh he is still young like.if you like him we apply directly to his house" said Gina excited.

rega's eyebrows look fused. He looked at his mother in wonder.

"if you agree, tomorrow Rega Lamar he." said Rega without a second thought.he was tired of hearing his mother keep talking about this.

"really?" tanya Gina looked in disbelief.

Rega nodded with eyes still closed. "but Rega must ask Rafa's permission first" he said.

Gina frowned "Rafa, who?"

"children"

both of Gina's eyes were fouled, she was also smothering her gaping mouth." she already had a child?"tanyanya did not believe. Gina exhaled as she saw Rega nodding slowly.

"she's a widow with one child, her name's Rafa. I want a grandchild, right? tomorrow Rega Lamar mamahnya." said Rega relaxed.whether he was serious or not say it.

"No!!!" shout Gina. Rega opened her eyes, she had expected Gina's response to be like this.

"girls are many!. Why do you marry a widow." Gina has a hard time finding beautiful girls, but her son is more interested in widows.

"widow status is not as humiliating as Mom" said Rega does not like her mother as to demean the status of widow. "Rega is tired of mothers who always say grandchildren, grandchildren and grandchildren. later Rega will also definitely marry Mom. mother does not have to worry, Rega will also not be forever alone. do you know? during this time Rega refused all women that mother introduced it there is a reason. Rega was looking for someone, and Rega couldn't calm down until Rega met him."

"He who?" ask Gina.

"She-" Rega close her lips. Two do not know what to answer. she herself does not know who she was looking for all this time.strange is not it? but that's the truth. "khmm. Mom should go home. Rega wants a break."

"you are. why the hell, it is always uncomfortable if there is someone else in your room, even if it's your own mother.how to have a wife if this is the story."grully Gina. "mom to the pharmacy used to buy you medicine. soon you must have a cold, her voice is so bad." Gina moved out of Rega's room and then closed the door as close as possible.

Gina went down the stairs slowly, her body was not as strong as it used to be, she was afraid that her waist would hurt if she walked too fast. Gina glanced towards the kitchen, there was Rima who was still busy with her kitchen affairs.

"khmmmm" Gina cleared her throat. "what's your name?"ask Gina.

"Rima, madam" Rima replied nervously noticed as such.

"later tonight make my son porridge.all you later buy fever medicine." after saying that Gina passed from the kitchen.The initial intention wanted to buy Rega medicine but instead told Rima to buy her.

Gina came out of this house, she had forgotten to have an appointment with her traveling companion this afternoon, so Gina told her Rima to take her place to buy medicine at the pharmacy. Gina thought Rima could keep Rega. After all the woman was here to work so there was nothing wrong with Gina telling her to.

"fine" Rima replied, even though Rega's mother was no longer in the kitchen. Rima already has the intention to make Rega porridge for later tonight.

without Gina telling me, Rima would make Rega porridge, because she knew that her master was not feeling well.

well, today was so tiring for Rima. Last night her sleep was reduced due to being stuck in the gazebo with Rega, the next morning she was busy preparing breakfast and cleaning the house, she was busy, this afternoon Rima had also spent her time in the backyard, and now Rima had to go to the pharmacy to buy medicine for rega, which Rima tau pharmacy in this area was quite far away, he said, maybe Rima will ride the motorcycle later. Rima hopes, hopefully tonight he can sleep comfortably without any interference.