I Find Himself Within You

A Friend

After dinner together, Son, Miss Rossa and Jasmin had a conversation in the living room. Fadhil has been in his room since then to study. They talk about a lot of things. Starting from work problems, food and much more while waiting for an invitation that has not come. Suddenly Miss Rossa came inside to rest. Now the Son and Jasmin are still in the living room.

"I'd better wait outside Mr. Son. It's not good to see a neighbor if you're alone inside".

"Well ladies, let's just wait on the porch." They both then went out to the terrace where there is a bench provided to sit casually there.

"Sir..." "Miss..." Jasmin and Putra said together. They then smile.

"Please Miss Jasmin first".

"alright. But before that, just call by name Pak Putra. I've already said."

"Yes, well non. uh.. Jasmin's. You also call me name." The Son of Change order.

"I'm not good at just calling names. You are older than me. How about you call me?" Bargain Jasmin.

The Son's heart was beating so fast that Jasmin suddenly wanted to call him mas. There is happiness in the heart of the Son.

"Ba. okay Jasmin." The son replied a little nervously.

"Okay, because now we're friends, so call him I you'll be more familiar". Jasmin thrust his hand to shake hands with the Son. The son received Jasmin's hand. They shook hands without anyone letting go. They were as if drowning with eyes looking at each other without blinking.

Without them knowing, from earlier Bobby turned out to notice the two of them from the front of the Son's house with a view that is very difficult to understand. He was seen sighing deeply, there was a bit of pain in his heart and reluctant to move from where he stood. Though the purpose here was to pick up the lover. He wanted to see first the interaction of the two people in front of him.

Meanwhile, Putra slowly grasped Jasmin's hand tightly and began to bring her lips closer to kiss Jasmin's back. There is no rejection from Jasmin, the more keep Putra kissed her. Once satisfied, the new Son released his kiss in Jasmin's hand without letting go of his hand.

"Sorry if I'm sassy. But really, it's like I saw the late jasmine in you Jas".

"It's okay, it's only natural that you're like that". Jasmin said with a shy smile. As hands clasped and clasped eyes, suddenly a loud deheman sounded the two.

"Ehhmm, baby.." Jasmin and Putra reflexively let go of their hands.

"M... Bobby's mom? Since when did you come?" Jasmin asked nervously as she approached Bobby who was walking towards her. Instead of anything, Jasmin was afraid that the lover saw them earlier and caused a misunderstanding.

"Just now, baby. Sorry a long time ago, because the road was jammed and this is for Fadhil." Bobby handed a paper bag containing food to the Son with a smile. It looks ordinary as if nothing has happened.

"Thank you, sir.." The son accepted it which was nod by Bobby.

"Are you ready?" Bobby turned his gaze towards Jasmin.

"Here you go, let's go home now". Jasmin picked up his bag and immediately grabbed Bobby's hand.

"Mas Putra, nitip greetings to Fadhil ya." Jasmin said to the Son who was taken by the Son.

Degs... Mas?? Since when did Jasmin call the Son mas? Bobby immediately shook his head not wanting to think anything.

"Remove to rest, don't forget to take a shower and drink milk". Said Bobby while shuffling Jasmin's hair.

"Yes, thank you." Bobby rushes to leave Jasmin for the car. Jasmin scrunched his forehead. There's something unusual about Bobby's attitude. Usually the lover always kisses the top of his head before parting, but tonight he seems indifferent.

"Yes..." Bobby stopped his movement to open the car door.

"Hmmm.." Bobby turned his head towards Jasmin and only responded with deheman.

"I love you". Jasmin fishing.

"Me too" Bobby replies with a smile. Then he got into the car and immediately drove his vehicle back to the apartment.

After the car that Bobby was driving disappeared from view, Jasmin entered the cafe.

Bobby why the hell, tumben today is so different. Probably because of a lot of work in the office. Jasmin.

Meanwhile, Bobby who had arrived at his apartment immediately landed his body on the living room sofa. He then closed his eyes for a moment to eliminate the tightness that from earlier he had withstood all his might. Hold Bob, you'll soon be engaged to Jasmin. Don't think nothing of him. Or you will regret it. The monologue calmed down.

The Son's house.

"Well, where's mama?" The son who had just entered the house after delivering the return of Jasmin and Mr. Bobby was stopped by his son who asked about his mother.

"Mama's home boy. Now you sleep. It's already night. School tomorrow."

"Well..why go home, Dad? Why don't we sleep with us here." Fadhil Protests.

"Can't dong darling. Gini, Jasmin's mama is not Melati's mama. So Jasmin's mom can't sleep here."

"Don't want to, anyway Fadhil wants mama". Striking his feet, Fadhil ran away from Putra to his room. Go inside and lock it from the inside. The son hurriedly caught up with him and stood at the door.

"Fadhil... dear ...". There is no lawfulness. The son gave a long sigh. Miss Rossa who heard the noise from her room, immediately came out to her daughter-in-law.

"What's Put, why is Fadhil screaming?" Ask Miss Rossa a little worried.

"That was Fadhil whining why mama Jasmin didn't sleep here. Son try to tell me that mama Jasmin is not mama Melati so can not sleep here, uh... Fadhil even spit on the mom." Son's Story on Miss Rossa.

"Oh .. I guess why. Yes already, tomorrow I try to love the same understanding Fadhil. Now you just rest."

"Alright mom. Then the son goes to the room first, ma'am." Who was nodding by Miss Rossa. Miss Rossa looked at her daughter-in-law's back with pity. It seems he breathed heavily. Then he immediately went into the room to get back to rest.

In his room, Putra had not closed his eyes to remember the incident when he kissed the back of Jasmin's hand. The son smiles himself like a man who is in love drunk. Or maybe like crazy. Maybe we can get close. We are like heaven and earth. He is the son of your master Son. Putra Gumam.

The son took a picture frame on the nightstand. The photo was then kissed.