I'm ending Our Nestapa

Chapter 4

“Who's crying, Yah?” ask Retno's mother. Walked closer to Mila's room. The sound of crying was more and more clearly heard from inside her daughter's room. He did not know that his daughter had returned home.

“Your daughter,” replied Mr. Satria lazily. He just sits back and watches TV.

“That's a cry in the dalem Mila, Pah?” press Retno, ask for clarity.

Mr. Satria just growled, asserting his wife's question.

“Alkhamdulillah you finally came home too, Son,” said Retno's mother then hurriedly approached her daughter's bedroom door and knocked on her.

The woman could interpret her husband's condescension. There must have been a big commotion earlier.

Knowing the mother had returned, from inside the room, Mila deliberately shouted to tell her father's bad treatment, “Evil father. Daddy could throw out Mila's boyfriend.”

Hearing Mila's scream, the mother wanted her to quickly open the door.

“Nak, open the door. Mom wants to go in,” pinta Ibu Retno. He knocked on the door many times.

“The room wasn't locked by Mila, but Dad was locked. I locked up Mila, Mom. Room key is in Father.”

Hearing that, Retno's mother looked at her disrespectful husband.

“Udah, Mom. Let alone. Dad purposely brackets him to not run away again. It's home and bring a man is not clear,” said Mr. Satria. Unfortunately, his thumb pressed the remote button.

Retno's mother frowned at the husband's words. Her heart disagreed with what her husband did. Mila is a child after all. Especially not having met for two months. Of course Retno's mother is very longing. Still grateful that his daughter came home, of course he wanted to let go of longing. Therefore, she would urge her husband to open the door.

“Do not, Dad. Come on, where's the key. Mom wants to enter.”

“True Dad. Let's go Mila, Mom. Why did Mom come in? Do you want nasihatin? It's bosen, Mom. Mila. Later the end of Mila was told to the pesantren,” said Mila again.

“Ngak, Son. Mom misses you. I now want to hug you,” replied Retno Mother again knocking on the door.

“Don't enter, Mom. Let alone. Ntar if tired also he berenti,” said Mr. Satria. For a long time he was uncomfortable at the cry of his daughter who was like a child. According to him, the child will be more revealed if the attitude of his mother is so.

“Come, Pah. Open the door.” Not stopping Retno's mother persuaded her husband. Worried that his daughter was doing something more reckless. Because now there is no more crying Mila.

Apparently, the insistence of Retno's mother continues to make her husband uncomfortable. By force, Mr. Satria complied. Actually, he still did not want to open the door of the room. There he wants to lock Mila up until she wants to get into the boarding school.

At the last turn of the lock, the door opened. Retno's mother slid into the bed. His longing was unbearable. Evidently, he immediately hugged Mila and kissed her many times.

“Where have you been all this time, son?” mother Retno asked with tears. Her hand stroked softly Mila's long hair. “Mom misses you, son. Why can you just leave Mother?”

In my mother's arms, Mila was silent. Not answering those questions. Letting his body be cuddled, staring at the nanar on the leaves swinging from behind the window.

“You're satisfied, Mil? Don't you feel sorry for your mother who every day looks like a madman looking for you?” snapped Mr. Satria who also entered the room. He bent his body. Evaporating emotions by pointing at Mila.

“But Dad was wrong too. You shouldn't be too rude with Mila. She left because you always scolded Mila, ", Retno replied in between tears. Her wet net glanced at her husband. "And now, you shouldn't have to lock Mila up like this."

“Bu, I'm doing this so that our son doesn't run away again."

The husbands exchanged mouth-to-mouth. Mr. Satria tried to explain the true events he made the reason for locking up Mila. "Originally you know he's coming home with a random guy that we don't know his background."

Her father's words made Mila throw her face.

“What's your father saying, son?” ask Retno's mother. He wanted to hear it from his daughter's mouth.

“True, Mom. That's Mila's future husband, Mom. Mila came home because Mila wanted to introduce Andre and hoped that Father and Mother would give her blessing,” said Mila lirih.

“What did you say? It's so easy to decide someone as your future husband. Your father and mother just do not know how the family of the man,” said Mr. Satria and passed away from the room.

After her husband left, Mother Retno then thought that her husband's words had a point as well. Indeed, in choosing a mate, parents must know the origin of the person who will later accompany their child's life. However, it was not now for him to advise Mila. Waiting for the right time. This issue needs to be discussed from heart to heart.

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The next day Andre came back to Mila's house. After stopping in front of the gate, he honked. Today her lover, accidentally asked Mila last night to pick her up.

“But, Non. I was instructed by Mr. Satria not to allow Non Mila to leave,” replied Mr. Aryo. He was seen standing upright in the middle of the gate, so that he could not be broken through by his master girl.

For Mila what the security guard did was really annoying. Make him angry for a moment. Snarling with anxiety by clenching the ladder in front of Mr. Aryo. If he wasn't an old man, he might have hit him.

“Ikh ... Mr Aryo open no? I do not hesitate to fire Mr.” threatened the girl, pointed to her security face.

Hearing the word “pecat”, Pak Aryo became a whistle. With that threat, he lost.

“Ampun, Non. Don't fire me. Well the gate I opened, Non.”

With trembling hands he turned the key that was already linked in the lock.

The bird tub separated from the cage, Mila scattered and quickly entered the car. Inside there Andre chuckles to see his girlfriend manage to trick security.

“Come way, Ndre! Before security was reported to bokap,” pinta Mila. He's pissed on the back of the chair.

The four-wheeled vehicle then left Pak Aryo who was sculpting at the gate. It seems like it's still bewitched by Mila's threat. When his master's son had gone far, he realized. How could I lose to Mila's threat.

Sesal is now useless because his master's girl has managed to escape. He should not be afraid of the threat. Then what to say later, if Pak Satria asked? Pak Aryo's head is dizzy seven circumference. His own forehead because of his stupidity.

Then the big white-painted gate was closed. Mr. Aryo with slow steps back to the post. When he had just sat down, the phone stuck to the wall, rang. The sound of the phone made Mr. Aryo sweat cold. Security knows for sure the phone from Mr. Satria. Although trembling when reaching for the phone, inevitably he had to keep answering the call.

His heartbeat became erratic when he picked up the phone. It turned out to be true, Mr. Satria's voice was heard greeting. He who was overcome with fear, answered his master's greetings with a stammer.

"Wa .. wa 'alaikum sa .. greetings."

“Where, Sir? Mila is safe, right?” ask Mr. Satria without further ado.

The question made Pak Aryo's tongue. He could say nothing to answer his master's question.

“A-anu, Sir. I-I'm sorry, Mr.”

“Why? What's the matter Mr Aryo?” ask Mr. Satria. The words of Mr. Aryo who stammered increasingly gave rise to his heroic feelings.

“A-anu, Sir. Non Mila's. Anu Non Mila, Sir.”

With Pak Aryo's answer like that, Mr. Satria also asked to give a clear report.

“Pak Aryo from earlier anu anu hold. What happened to Mila?” For a long time he was able to catch what the security was trying to say. By investigating he also asked, “What do not-do Mila run away again, sir?”

“I-iya, Sir,” replied Mr. Aryo so scared when he agreed. Sweat as big as corn soaks the forehead arising from the heartbeat is getting tighter.

“Ouch! What the hell, sir? Told to guard the gate so that Mila does not run away just can not!”

The reprimand of his employer immediately made Mr. Aryo more afraid. His face was deathly pale, the sweat seemed to have soaked his temples.

“Sorry, Sir. I was threatened to be fired by Non Mila,” explained Mr. Aryo.

“Pak Aryo, should Pak Aryo ‘tuh know who has the right to fire my father.”

“I-iya, Sir. I only realized that when Non Mila was gone.”

“Aduh. What the hell, sir?” sir Satria complained on the phone. “Continue with whom Mila went?”

“With the man yesterday who delivered Non Mila, Sir.”

Even more upset, Mr. Satria heard the answer.

“Aduh. Tuh ‘kan, Sir. I miss.”

After saying that word, then Mr. Satria hung up. Bowed and overwhelmed with guilt, Mr. Aryo sat down in a doldrums.

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