If You Love

Eps. 13. Romantic

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"Ma.. The boy won't answer the phone call, doesn't answer wa..."

"That kid? Who's Inggrid?"

Oma Susan asked even though she knew who her son meant.

"Please ma, my business is a lot. Please give mama's phone to her, I want to talk..."

"You're only a kilometer from here, almost two months didn't come here instead of asking about it..."

"Yes.. yes... mama is healthy right? I need to talk to Brill ma..."

"You're always in a hurry with everything, whether pursued by anything, and that's not really Inggrid's real question."

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Oma Susan closed the call. The re-call of her son was ignored, hp was just placed on the dining table, then oma Susan returned to continue her activities, controlling the activities of the two ARTs that are arranging basic food to be distributed to the elderly, there is LKS activity that afternoon.

Ahead of lunch, two cars with red plates entered Susan's yard. Oma Susan who was in a large room in the center axis of this house could see from the wide window in the room.

Oma Susan clucked, the house will turn into his son's office again, surely Ingrid will come here but bring a pile of work here.

"Good day ma'am..."

Several people in khaki uniforms appeared in the room carrying out the attack.

"Yes. yeah.. noon.. Just go in..."

"We told the regent's mother to come here, ma'am..."

"Yes.. yeah.. How old are you?"

Oma Susan asked the man who was the spokesperson among them.

"I'm thirty-three, ma'am..."

"Call Susan oma then, not mom.it's for your boss..."

"Ehh. well oma..."

"You just go in, already know the room you used to wear right? Your office building is grand and still new, so redundant. this turns out to have a regent's son, going everywhere to the house oma also office affairs always follow it..."

Oma Susan spoke in a friendly tone but actually kept the vexation on her youngest daughter.

"Mother wants to visit family, all of you get some things done..."

The PNS man answered tactically.

"Go to the family but bring the work. ehh you just go in do not stand in front of the door like that. if hungry or thirsty, you can take it yourself, do not hesitate yes..."

Oma Susan still answered with awake intonation, although still the sentence was sharp. Not in place to let go of the aggravation on his daughter's subordinates.

Since his youth, Inggrid has become a star in many ways, has been an exemplary student representing the province, has been a member of the paskibraka and became a flag-bearer student at the ceremony of seventeen August at the state palace, since then it has been unbearable. Being the Sulut Noni of his era, taking part in the Indonesian princess contest and being the winner, made his daughter shine even more. Once a woman on the screen became a host or fill the show, had become a news reader at a famous TV station, he said, then after marriage followed his son plunged into politics to become a party manager and finally won the Election twice this district.

But the pride in Susan's heart is not left now. She used to be a very caring and caring mother to her children, fully supportive and taking care of everything about them, following the only daughter of his youngest child who participated in contests and other activities accompanied him to pursue all obsessions of self-actualization and realize dreams.

But her daughter who is now a figure who ignores her only child for the sake of all things about her, that's what Susan regrets.

An hour later, a patwal and Al*phard's black car with a one-numbered license plate behind it entered Susan's spacious courtyard. The sound of a special horn becomes a sign that the number one person in this district is passing or stopping somewhere.

The motorcade of people then entered with a mandatory protocoler, despite coming to his own mother's house. It was often the material of Susan's scorn.

Like this time...

"You just sit back in the room, don't stand at the door like that, no one will storm this place and disturb your regent..."

Oma Susan spoke to the two uniformed men standing in a cautious manner in the front room doorway, the esteemed regent mother accompanied by her two sesprin had already entered the inner room.

"It's okay oma, it's a rule for us..."

"It's their job ma.... How are you?"

Ingrid, the regent who loved the community was able to hug Susan, then the chips and immediately passed without waiting for Susan's answer.

Oma Susan wanted to blow up her annoyance but was restrained from desecrating the image of the regent mother.

No warmth, even the hug may have been one part of the protocol that must be done? The child himself is not questioned, even if you look at the conversation on the phone before this ora Susan thinks Ingrid came because of Brill. Maybe he forgot his purpose here.

"Don't hesitate if here. ask to make coffee or want to eat, take it yourself in the kitchen..."

Oma Susan spoke back to the two men in uniform with those high-soled leather boots.

"Okay oma..."

Oma Susan's headed for her grandson's studio, Brill must've locked himself in there. Musical instruments have been replaced ora Susan, although opposed by the mother regent ora Susan does not ignore, ora Susan is more concerned with Brill's feelings, she fully supports Brill's hobbies and talents in this field. Since the incident Brill left the official house because his music was donated by the mother, Brill settled in the house of Oma Susan. And after finishing the Brill National Examination more in this room.

"Brill. There's mami here..."

"Know oma. I heard the roar of his car earlier..."

"Car raiment?"

Oma Susan frowned looking at her granddaughter who was putting strings on a guitar.

"That's the horn, very haughty, sort of an order. hey move aside, there's an important person going through. neg I heard that sound."

"Oma guess what...it also needed Brill, and again it's in the car important people right?"

Brill just snorted, not answering his omens.

"Surely the sound from the outside is still translucent into here? Means the soundproof installation is not good, then oma call the exchange again..."

"No, my window is open..."

"Oh yeah. yeah.. oma didn't notice that..."

Susan continued later....

"Mommy must've been looking for you Brill. over and over again your mama called..."

Brill kept quiet to continue his activities. Oma Susan noticed her grandson's facial lines, on that face there was rarely a smile. Just being in this room alone, Susan could see a different Brill, every time she sang to herself, she looked hepi. So before going to bed, Susan would spend time with her grandchildren while singing, sometimes only alone sometimes singing together.

"Lunch first, Brill..."

"Yes..."

Oma Susan wanted to say something but she didn't want to press Brill. He is troubled by Brill's attitude that for the measure of value he holds his granddaughter's attitude toward parents may be disrespectful.

But Brill like that had a reason, and if sorted upwards, his son Ingrid who showed such an attitude first. Indeed, her son is not overtly like Brill, but explicitly in all his actions that always set the oma Susan often feel his son likes to step over himself as a parent.

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"Son Brill, get ready, the principal and the schoolteachers want Brill's audience with mom, the schedule is this morning, Brill's son asked mom to come home..."

Markus went into the room that became Brill's mini studio. Some time ago, the mother came to Susan's house and she didn't want to see her.

"That's not my house here..."

"Just like a son, almost ten years of living there, yes so the second home of Brill's son. let's be sorry mom can be embarrassed if Brill's son does not come..."

"Bored om.. must keep the name mami papi continues all this time, om know I do not like the sentence do not make mami papi embarrassed..."

Brill answered ketus.

"I'm sorry son... om the release of the talk, but this time it has something to do with Brill, so om suggest Bril come to the house?"

Om Markus, who had memorized the character of his little boss, said carefully now.

"Why at home and not at the office?"

"That's Brill's business..."

"Why should they come anyway?"

"Son Brill did not come to school at the time of the graduation announcement, so they came, but this is on the official schedule of the mother..."

"That's not important to me om. pass not pass bodo very..."

"Loh.. other children are enthusiastic, already loose white gray.. have moved to Manado for college... I want to be a student again..."

Brill is watching Markus now.

"Son Brill didn't go to college? Excited to be a student, it feels much different from when a high school student."

"What's it like?"

Brill was leaning against the cream-colored single leather sofa, he was sitting on the floor. Om Markus was also sitting casually in front of Brill on the other sofa. Her next leg she lifted folded inward with one hand leaning against the arm of the sofa supporting her chin. Markus' eyes glare at the moment of nostalgia given his own life history twenty years ago.

"It seems fun at the beginning to be a new student as well as stressful. More free because it lives alone, om Markus ngekos. continue to lecture freely want to wear what clothes are important polite... kayak is seen as an adult human, especially in the village om time there are rarely friends who can go to college because of the cost.om a little arrogant so hehe..."

Brill is still looking at Markus, looks still interested to listen. Om Markus knows that if Brill has been moaning and busy with his phone he would not care. Om Markus so continue the nostalgia event.

"The learning atmosphere is very different, students are more independent and not restrained by lecturers. Continue with fellow students kayak more open more free to make friends, more familiar.believe om deh... nak Brill certainly more enjoy making friends with anyone while being a student..."

Befriends? Brill is lazy if about friends, all want to be his friend because he is the regent's son, there is only one person who according to his heart is not like that...

"Where is the orientation om.. kayak horrified that it is horrified. brother level who is not friendly he said. continue to say a more difficult lesson..."

"Where are the horrors? In the era of om it is not like that. after the reform there has been no torture in the orientation period, the lecturer is obliged to encourage students to go to college instead of being a judge who always gives punishment... no Brill, nothing like that."

"Tell?"

"Yes. temen om there are lecturers, often stories about his work, often stories about students..."

Brill shut up now. What is college? He has no intentions for his future.

"Prepare now?"

Om Markus asked with a smile, not wanting to be urgent but still had to work on the regent's decree.

"No ah om.mami just met them..."

"Son Brill.they want to give me the same report diploma, son Brill has not signed his diploma..."

Brill stood up but instead of intending to get ready, he blamed the on button on the speaker of his guitar monitor.

"Son Brill.please, om loh who got mad at mom..."

Om Markus finally issued his ultimate weapon, Brill always felt bad if it was Markus who got hit by the mother because of his actions.

"Yes. yes.. yes, but only this time yes..."

"That was the last time I saw Brill's friends..."

"I don't have any friends..."

"That girl.. isn't a friend? Until you get to the house..."

Brill's face reddened as he looked at Markus, while remembering who Markus was referring to.

"It's romantic..."

"What?"

"That's. there's a girl who cleans up Brill's pants..hehe, cleaned thoroughly until the muter how many times mengeliatin there is grass that is sticky in his pants hehehe..."

"Om ahh. those days were called romantic, strange ahh..."

"But next time you say it don't like it. Clean it up! What the hell.like mother if you talk to us..."

Bril melengos did not want to discuss anymore, although in his heart suddenly appeared the desire to meet.

Rilly... Brill.

How are you?

"Om... cleft lip mass surgery... has it been done?"

"Om don't know Brill's son. It's no business om right.. Deisi's business is. anyways om everyday hanging out here now..."

"Decision?"

"That's a woman's mother..."

Don't tell Brill to remember names, it's free. But it seems different if the name is Rilly, because it does not need to linger to remember the name of the girl, like sticking well in Brill's brain.

"Come on..."

"Where?"

"To the house..."

If not for curiosity about something Brill would not want to return to the regent's official house. Om Markus keeps a smile, can read gelagat his foster children. A lot of pretty girls at school are always saying hello, but that cleft-lipped chick can move Brill to do something, like this time, like this, he didn't have to linger on persuading Brill to the official house.

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