Hello, Ex
Chapter 9
The sound of a car engine that stops in front of the house makes the figure of a woman who had been staring at the photo sheet now immediately moved from the room.
Mrs Habibah uncovers the curtains in the living room to see who comes to her house at this curfew.
Sabda did say he was going home, but it was not yet predictable when the man would arrive at his home. And now, seeing the figure of Sabda descending from the taxi the middle-aged woman rushed out.
He smiled, welcoming the return of the Word. "Alhamdulillah, congratulations to home. I miss you, Lo, le?" Said Bu Habibah while wiping the head of the Word who is now kissing the back of his hand.
"Assalamualaikum, Bu—what is a healthy mother? How's kurusan?" tanya Sabda, deliberately teasing her mother. Indeed, it has been six months he did not return to Semarang, because it is required to complete the task of the office that never runs out.
"Wa'alaikumsalam—how not skinny to, Le. Every night I wake up thinking about your fate when you leave. Who's gonna take care of you, son!"
"Sabda, don't stress men think of the fate of the Word, Mom. The word can also take care of itself, it is already gedhe."
"Bas with you! Come in, I've bought you your favorite vegetable lodeh tewel." Bu Habibah led the Word into the house.
Actually the Word has no taste for eating. Again, the mother did not cook it that made her lazy to go home. Though whatever the mother's cooking, delicious unpleasant she will always enjoy it. But in order to appreciate the mother, Sabda still stepped towards the dining table.
Word quickly picked up an empty plate, began to eat the dishes presented on the table. Here too, Sabda just sat alone—sang mother was busy doing whatever in her room.
Sabda wants to finish dinner soon. To let Salma and Aundy know.
Not until five minutes, the plate of the Word is empty, leaving the pieces of laos that come sniffed from the vegetable bowl. Just when the Word was about to move, Bu Habibah actually approached him. "Wait a minute, le! There's something I want to say to you," prevent Bu Habibah asking the Word to sit back.
"What's up, Mom?" Ask Sabda.
Mrs Habibah was silent, the woman was busy compiling some photos of the girl on the table. It seems, it was the candidate of Bu habibah's chosen wife who was deliberately prepared for the Word. "The past six months, mothers have penetrated their parents. Everyone is, Da. And you will definitely shine if you marry one of them" explained Mrs Habibah.
'Mom is really bored. Why don't you give me time to rest for a while? Though knowing that I had just returned from a long journey.' Inner Word complained. Even so, Sabda pretended to look at the photos of the five girls. He seemed to be petting out which one would be his choice. She did it to appreciate her mother's hard work.
"Nothing, Mom! They are far from the taste of the Word."
Mrs Habibah seemed to throw a rough breath, disappointed by the answer of the Word, considering that the five girls in the photo had nothing to attract the feeling of the Word.
"Then, this is it!" Mrs Habibah showed me a picture of a short-haired girl. A policewoman who is now serving in the Banyumanik region, looks like the girl is posing wearing official clothes. "His name is Berliana Eka Wahyudi. She's only 23, Da! Beautiful, smart, career, and most importantly from a distinguished family!" Mrs Habibah kept a picture of the girl neatly lined up on the table. Leave one photo of Berliana. "Beautiful, right? Mother will contact her family, inform them that tomorrow we will come to their house, of course the purpose is to propose to Berlin! Anyway you must obey, so that mother dies peacefully!"
Sabda took a deep breath, trying to harbor her frustration at the mother. However, Bu Habibah is the woman who gave birth to him. He did not want to be rude to his mother.
"Mom, sit down!" Sabda patted the empty chair beside him. Intending to explain slowly, so that Miss Habibah understands what is desired.
The woman complied, taking a seat beside the Word. "Why? Do you really have a candidate?"
"What a guess Mom."
"Who? Which guy? What job? How's his parents? Is it better than Berlin? Anyway his family must be looked at in order to raise the degree of our family yes, Da!"
Again the Word took a deep breath before explaining to Bu Habibah. "Maybe this woman is not a figure that is a criteria mother. Far from being appropriate according to my mother. But, know it, Mom. It is almost at all times this woman's name that the Word calls in prayer."
Bu Habibah's face changed pias, only one name now flashed on his head. But before Sabda said who she was, she tried to deny it. "Who is he? Do you know her?"
"Yes, I know her."
"Who, Da? Mr Rohmadi's son?" Bu Habibah again guessed but was immediately answered with his head by the Word.
"No, Mom!" Strictly again.
The doubtful Word was about to say everything to the mother. He knows for sure the tip - the end of Bu Habibah will reject the presence of Salma in his life. "Dia—
"SATURDAY!" Bu Habibah shouted loudly, impatient to hear the answer from the Word.
"He's Salma, Mom. Sabda intends to re-refer with Salma. Because until now, the Word has not been able to move on from him. Moreover, this was all also for the sake of Ody, the mother's grandson, the flesh-blood of the Word."
Bu Habibah got up from the chair, his face was reddish to hear the name of his former son-in-law was called by his son.
"Mom, the Word asks for Mother's blessing. Let Sabda remarry with Salma, "please Sabda while holding Bu Habibah's arm. "Sabda wants to be happy, and the happiness of the Word is to make Ody and Salma live happily, Mom!" Persuade the Word when Bu Habibah does not respond to anything.
"Until you die, you won't bless your relationship! Listen to me, Da! Whatever it is, I never let you marry Salma."
"Why? Why do you hate Salma so much? Did he ever admit to a big mistake that made a mother like this the same as him?" Word was curious, but the question did not make Bu Habibah undo his intention to go into the room. The Word also let Miss Habibah pass from the dining table. "Yes, it's up to you, but you need to know, the Word will still marry Salma. With no or with the blessing of mother!"
"Owh, so you prefer that woman over your mother?! Please go, SABDA! GO AND DON'T STEP ON YOUR FEET IN THIS HOUSE! IF YOU STILL CHOOSE SALMA, IT MEANS YOU ARE WILLING TO GET OUT OF BAGHASKARA'S INHERITANCE RIGHTS!" Threatening Bu Habibah makes the eyes of the Word heat up sore.
Word was confused, I don't know what entered his mother's body. To the point of doing that to him. But this time he won't give up. He chose to leave the house, rather than have to be separated with Salma again.
"Well if that's what mom wants! The word will go. But at any time the Word will still consider the mother as the birth mother of the Word. We are different in our choices. I should not act like this to the Word, and I am sorry that the Word disappointed my mother and chose to remain in the Word establishment. Sorry, Mom!" The Word left home, holding back her tears so as not to look weak in front of her mother. He hasn't even met Ageng Baghaskara. But, already expelled by his mother because they both have different options.
Tonight Sabda decided to hitch a ride at Rendi's house, she was tired and wanted to rest immediately. So the only way is to go to Rendi's house which is not far from her house.
"Ceileh, bachelorette again nongol! His face is so bent!" Cibir Rendi upon realizing the coming of the Word.
"Shut up! Going to bed!"
"That's a lot of hotels plus the masseuse too!"
"Bang-sat, tenanan kie, koen! Mumet sirahku!" The word carried the East Javanese accent, which was usually thrown by his roommate. The habit of hanging out with men, so sometimes he gets out of control.
"What about Mr Salma? Have meet? Valid is that the address?" Asked Rendi, it was from that man that Sabda was able to discover the whereabouts of Salma and Aundy.
The word nods its head. "Hm, thank you!" Soft talk.
"When will the marriage be with Amuraku?" rendi Goda.
"Tomorrow. Wants me tomorrow! I really want to marry you, Ren! let's bring it into the world if we can't be separated in any way." Sabda dropped his body on Rendi's foam mattress. He opened Salma's roomchat. I saw that woman online. Word hurriedly typed the message.
Word : His love for the word, what else? Mamas' wedding tomorrow, will you? 🙏🥹
My Amor : I don't want to.
Word : I don't feel at home when I want a woman's halalin spout. But no other woman is as good and beautiful as you. Yuk cuz to penghulu. 😍
My love: Lebai! Not having to be combined with you. Later if you have found me, will be dumped rich first again.
Not yet Sabda finished typing a reply message for Salma. The next message from Salma came back in.
My Amoraku: That's Hani why Pap's call? Fix you guys got married that day! Don't lie to me anymore, I'm tired of playing games.
The word frowned, since when did Salma meet Hani? He thought, feelings—Hani also never kepo with the life of Salma.
Without lingering any longer, Sabda immediately dialed Salma's number. He wants to talk to his ex-wife. Straightening Salma's intentions and goals threw the accusation at her.
