I Find Himself Within You

Disillusioned

Lunch is over, the table is cleaned, the dirty dishes are washed. Fadhil has also gone to his room to take a nap. Miss Rossa and Jasmin were sitting next to each other in the living room.

"We haven't met son. My name is Rossa. " Mrs Rossa offered her hand which Jasmin immediately greeted.

"I'm Jasmin Princess Mozeela, mother can call me Jasmin."

I guessed it. Mumbled Bu Rossa.

"So, what brought son Jasmin here?" Ms. Rossa without further ado asked about her arrival.

"I'm sorry before, ma'am, so look...." Flowing story when he first met with Fadhil who immediately called him mama at that time.

"After the incident, I was a bit unsettled Mom. Could it be that people who are not twins could have the exact same face? And also, I felt close to Fadhil, I loved him so much that even when I first met, I felt very close to Fadhil." Jasmin explained at length.

"Of course I could, Jasmin. Has Jasmin never heard that each of us has 7 twins in the world?" Miss Rossa replied calmly.

"But Ma'am.." Jasmin did not continue his words because Miss Rossa interrupted him.

"What is Jasmin looking for?" Miss Rossa asked with a smile.

"Sorry mom if I'm sassy. I've asked Melati's documents to Mr. Putra." Jasmin looked down while squeezing his hand.

I heard the breath of Miss Rossa.

"Mom don't misunderstand me. I asked Mr. Son to lend me the documents. Because I'm so curious about this, ma'am." Jasmin clasped Rossa's hand. Miss Rossa held Jasmin's hand.

"Mom knows what you want to know, son, but trust me, Melati is not your twin." Miss Rossa patted Jasmin's hand with a smile.

"But Mom, the birthmark on our backs is the same!" At first glance Bu Rossa was surprised, but immediately normalized the look of his face back to look ordinary.

"Birthmarks are many who have a son, not Melati or Jasmin's son who has. I know your uneasiness, but it's better to throw those thoughts away. Because you are not twins. If Jasmin wants to see Fadhil, I won't forbid him. Jasmin's son is free to meet him at any time." Jasmine was disappointed. What he had been thinking all along turned out to be out of reality.

"Yes mom, thank you. Forgive Jasmin once again ma'am." Jasmin said lethargic.

"It's okay, son. Jasmin need not worry." Answer Miss Rossa is calming. In his heart he looks unbearable, but let time answer everything.

After a long chat, they forgot the time, suddenly it was late afternoon.

"I'm sorry to go home, ma'am." Jasmin said goodbye to go home.

"Later, son, wait for dinner here first. Fadhil hasn't woken up yet. He'll find you soon, maybe the son will come home too." Prevent Miss Rossa from making Jasmin stay any minute. Because honestly Miss Rossa also misses Melati, so the presence of Jasmin here slightly reduces her longing.

"Then I ask permission from my prospective fiancee first ma'am." Jasmin's permission on Rossa's mother while removing a flat object in her bag.

Degs... So Jasmin's getting engaged? Same who? Thought Miss Rossa she'd match Jasmin with the Son.

"I. yes, son. I'm staying in the kitchen for a minute." Which was taken by Jasmin.

Jasmin immediately pressed the call button on the number of the lover.

"Not yet mas, this is his grandmother Fadhil told to wait until dinner, Fadhil also did not wake up, if I go home now afraid he will nyariin me. Pa-pa, right, mas?" Jasmin asked carefully fearing the angry lover.

"Yes, no pa-pa, baby. Pick up after dinner. It just so happens that there's still a bit of work in the office."

"No need, there was a driver. I finished it in my work." Push down the delicate Jasmin.

"Don't pa-pa dear, then sir driver let me tell you to go home."

"Yes it's up to you. Thanks, my mother." Jasmin said.

"Dear, I love you."

"Yes, I too". Tut... The phone connection was cut off, Jasmin then went into the kitchen to help Miss Rossa cook.

"Mom, what can I do for you?" Bargain Jasmin.

"Not to kid. You better get up in Fadhil first and have him take a shower."

"All right, ma'am, I woke up Fadhil first." Which was taken by Miss Rossa.

After arriving at Fadhil's room, Jasmin went straight in because the door was not locked. Inside the room, Jasmin scanned around the room, looking simple. Then his eyes were fixed on a picture frame located on his desk Fadhil.

Jasmin grabbed the picture frame, seen there mbk Melati, Fadhil and Putra. They seem happy even in simplicity.

I'm sorry madam, I didn't mean to want to replace Melati's mother in Fadhil's heart and the rest of his family. But I feel very close to Fadhil. How should I go, mbak?

No notice of clear granules falling down Jasmin's cheeks. Uh, why am I suddenly crying gini huh? Jasmin. Without Jasmin realizing it, Fadhil had woken up from his sleep and immediately asked Jasmin.

"Ma, why are you crying?" Fadhil's call breaks Jasmin's daydream. Soon he wiped the rest of his tears and immediately returned the picture frame to its original place.

"Ah, mama's not pa-pa baby. It was just a dust slide. But it's not anymore!" Elak Jasmin with a smile.

"Yes, now Fadhil is awake, taking a shower. I want this maghrib." Let Jasmin divert the conversation.

"Good ma". Fadhil immediately got up and rushed out then headed straight for the bathroom that Jasmin followed behind him.

While waiting for Fadhil to take a bath, Jasmin helps Miss Rossa who is arranging food at the table. The sound of the motor stopped in front of the terrace. Jasmin turned her gaze to look at the source of the voice.

"Assalamu'analykum..."

"Wa'alaykumsalam..." Answer Miss Rossa and Jasmin together.

Degs... Suddenly the Son stopped his way to see who was in his house. Jasmin's? Since when is he here?. What's been since I picked up Fadhil school?. Various questions came to mind of the Son. His heart was racing as his bead met Jasmin's eye bead.

"No... Miss Jasmin, are you not home yet?" Ask the nervous son.

"Not yet, sir, because my mother invited me to dinner here." Bright Jasmin.