FOLLOW IN DESTINY

FOLLOW IN DESTINY
22. Preparation



Ahmad deflected his car into the elite housing estate that was almost three months away from being resettled. Five minutes later the car was parked in the garage. Ahmad Tirun opened the door and took out his parents' suitcase.


"There are so many items that Mother brought" said Ahmad to take out three large suitcases from the trunk of his car. The smiling mother displayed a beautiful face at her age that had been approaching dusk.


"It's a woman's business. Which man knows the problem of the contents of the suitcase" replied Mother casually and sauntered. Letting men take care of their suitcases. Papa Ahmad shrugged his shoulders and answered his son's gaze, seeing his mother's attitude.


Ahmad sneered at his father who had no answer.


"It seems that Papa is like a lion without a fang in front of Mother" whispered Ahmad mocking his Papa.


"Mother hears you, Son" cried Mother in the doorway that had opened. Bi Ijah greeted with a smile.


"Pa..." Ahmad nudged his Papa. Papa Ahmad laughed lightly.


"That's our weakness as husbands, Son. The woman's heart and mind are never in rhythm and unpredictable. Although it is wrong he remains right" whispered Papa Ahmad right in his son's ear.


Ahmad shuddered at the words of his father. It is true, even if a man is right when dealing with a loved one will still be wrong if in the eyes of the woman he thinks wrong. Ahmad grinned widely.


Siara Bundanya has been busy telling stories with bi Ijah. Occasionally the laughter of the two of them resounded in the middle room. I don't know what jokes they make. Ahmad smiled happily at the interaction of the two women.


"Rest, Son. Tomorrow morning we'll start making plans" Papa Ahmad patted on his son's shoulder, when he saw Ahmad still standing leaning his back on the wall of the kitchen and the living room waiting for his mother who was still excited by bi Ijah.


Ahmad took a heavy breath.


"I want it all done quickly, Pa. My job is so much. If this is done I want to focus on campus again" Ahmad said while playing his game.


"Please wait until your S2 is complete. You can focus on campus while continuing Papa's business" advised Papa Ahmad while patting his son's shoulder.


"Yes, Pa. All right, I'll go to the room first. Good night, pa" said Ahmad henfak stepped into his room. The clock is 03.45 minutes. Tiredness makes Ahmad want to immediately sleep at his favorite cashier.


"Bun, I'm going to yaaa's room until I see you in the morning. A comfortable rest. Mother dear" said Ahmad while hugging and giving a kiss on the cheek of the Mother. While his eyes stared intently at Bi Ijah as if asking something through eye movements.


"Everything has been tidied up, den" said bi Ijah while laughing softly.


"Biii..." Ahmad warned bi Ijah not to tell his mother. Of course Ahmad will feel very embarrassed later. Bi Ijah smiled nodding.


Mother Ahmad looked at her son full of probing.


"About Arini, huhaa?" guess it accurately.


Bi Ijah was silent. Ahmad nodded softly not daring to lie in front of his mother.


"Is he still sleeping, bi?" ask Mommy towards bi Ijah. Bi Ijah nodded deeply, "still sleep even soundly, Neng" bi Ijah replied politely.


"Thank God, pity the boy. May all our plans run smoothly" said the mother who was guaranteed by bi Ijah and Ahmad simultaneously. "Rest, Son. Tomorrow we turn the plan off. Yaaa spirit" Mother raised her arms and clenched her fingers. Ahmad smiled happily. His parents were really his best friends.


"Preparation yes, Bun" whispered Ahmad as he kissed his round cheek for the umpteenth time.


"Mental preparation, Son" whispered the mother while laughing softly.


Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...Ahmad understands. Mother and her Father were encouraging, Arini had also forgiven her. May the two hearts that end there be given tenderness by God to receive it back.


Papa Ahmad was right, Ahmad should be held accountable properly.


Bismillah.said Ahmad went to his bedroom.


...haiy...


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