Hello, Ex

Chapter 2

"Mundaa—

The whining broke the focus of Salma who was receiving the phone. He looked up at the stairs, and Aundy stood there pointing at the book.

"Yes, Honey?" reply Salma, with a thin frown on her forehead.

"Help PR," Aundy's pinta.

Salma handed the phone in her hand to Aruni. "Please continue, Run. Maybe he'll order some coffee!" salma's Message. As she stepped, Salma tried to control her sudden heartbeat, unable to control properly, her legs and arms still shaking, and she was quite surprised to hear the sound of the Word greeting her hearing.

"A—apa, Honey? Which one can't?" salma asked, as the two of them arrived upstairs.

"Ody, hate math, Mommy!" lamented Aundy.

Salma closed her eyes tightly, just as she hated math. His memory used to be a little weak to memorize mathematical formulas. So, he often asked the Word for help rather than doing it himself.

But, he didn't want to make Aundy the same as himself. However, he must be responsible for leading Aundy so that Aundy's fate will be much better than his.

Salma pulled the book from Aundy's presence, trying to learn the material first. But alas, the voice outwitted his mind, as if following him and erasing all the concentration Salma had.

It felt like calling Aruni to ask the woman to guide Aundy. But after a rethink, he did not want to be terrorized again by the call.

"Just a minute, darling—daddy find the formula first!" Salma intended to ask Mbah Gugel, there must be a valid formula answer about the practice problem in the book.

In the afternoon Salma was busy looking for the same material. A short incoming message goes to his number. Salma accidentally opened the message, and it turned out information from commercial banks, explaining if there had just been money coming into his savings of 8 million rupiah.

Salma was confused while getting stray money into her account number. "Is this from Mas Farhan?" muttered Salam. "But—doesn't he give you his money yesterday." Yes, Farhan did give him money for WC repairs and the addition of a small mosque for those who wanted to worship.

While Salma was thinking about the origin of the money, a WA message returned to his number.

0857555xxxx: How are you, Salma?

Salma frowned. From the style of the message that just got to the number, it was impossible if it was Farhan's mas number. That means it's a word number. The guy who called the store.

0857555xxxx: Salma, this is the Baghaskara Word. Wouldn't you let me meet Ody.

"Kan, really him?" salma said slowly. He thought, where does Sabda know his cell phone number? it was impossible for his family to divulge his whereabouts at this time. Unless you gave him your blessing. Perhaps it could, mother and Panji told her number to Sabda.

"Mother! How's it?" asked Aundy, again awakening Salma who was busy thinking about her short message. "That mother doesn't focus on Ody?!" aundy Protest.

"Heh, i—iya. Patience Dear. Mother again reply to the message."

0857555xxxx: Actually it's my fault what the hell, Sal! Why did you keep me away from Ody. Love me for the right reasons so that I can live this life without you.

This time Salma steadied her heart to reply to the message of the Word, perhaps so that the man would no longer pursue her anymore.

Salma: I don't want to be the third of you.

0857555xxxx calling ....

The incoming call from the Word was deliberately ignored by Salma. He turned off his phone, after the ringtone was over. So that the Word can no longer disturb his calm. Salma continued to help Aundy work on PR.

"Mother, can I see the television after this?"

"May, but not for more than an hour. Because tomorrow Ody has to go to school."

Aundy looks so excited about working on her PR. Until after the adzan isya' he just closed his book again. Salma who saw Aundy busy watching television decided to return to the store, helping Aruni who was busy serving coffee lovers in the store.

"Arun, who was it? Who ordered where the guy was staying?" Salma whispered beside the woman's ear.

"What, belagu terribly that guy. The guy he's sitting on, Ma'am."

Salma's eyes widened, did I not hear it wrong.

"He came with his friends. The group man just now."

"You're serious, Run?"

"Well." yeah."

Salma closed her eyes, only to realize that it was this close to the Word. Since when did the man know of his existence? "They're gone, right?"

Aruni nodded. "About fifteen minutes ago," he explained.

Salma's heart beat back quickly when he realized the highlight of the car lights were panning toward the tavern. He did not want the Word to meet him now, he had not prepared a proper answer to refuse his meeting with the Word.

"Sir Farhan!" Pekik Aruni, when he realized what came was the figure of his master. The man got out of the car with a limp, Salma who saw it was fast approaching, saw Farhan's body enter the house.

"Fuck!" Aundy screeched, not knowing since when the girl suddenly appeared around the tavern.

"Ody! Ody, don't you, baby! Papa Farhan is tired!" Salma commemorates Aundy, who is spoiled for Farhan.

"Not papa!" Farhan took a seat on the outside seat. First greet Aundy, give a warm hug to his adopted son.

"What's tomorrow papa coming to mama's grave?"

"Ehm ... How ya?" Farhan glanced at Salma, as if asking for an opinion.

"Yes, dong! Especially if it's not to see Astrid's mom." Salma commented a smile.

Soon, the views of the three of them turned to the car that had just left the tavern. It looked so fast, as if it did not matter if the dust could spread to the table they occupied.

"Stores are still crowded, Sal?" ask Farhan.

"Alhamdulillah, my dear." Salma answered briefly.

"Salma make warm drinks first, yes! So that Farhan's condition can be better."

The man nodded his head. Then play together with Aundy. Salma entered the shop.

Not much different from Aundy, even though there is a driver who accompanies him. The tragedy made Farhan unable to sit for long in the car. He was always drunk, if traveling far.

After serving Farhan a cup of warm water, Salma decided to return to her room. He was curious about the message that the Word was about to convey when he saw it tonight. Salma was suddenly convinced that the car that was driving away from the store was Sabda.

0857555xxxx: Wonder, same you! I don't think about my feelings at all. You are my old man close to another man. Whereas with his own real father you desperately distanced. What kind of mother are you, the misahin of her son and her biological father. The one who was asked to marry Ody was not the man, but ME!

Salma did not reply to the message of the Word. She let whatever the Word said, because she felt like a bad mother.

0857555xxxx: Your big sin, Sal! You are selfish to think about your feelings without thinking about Ody. You can find a better replacement than me. But not for Ody.