Let Me Choose

Against parents

"Home is always late, Mother and your father also Vionna have been waiting for you dinner from where you used to go home from work just run around!" his mother said Dr. Imam while looking at his favorite son.

"I had a meeting earlier, Mom, usually if I come home late not commented? if you want to eat first eat, I am not hungry to bathe first," replied Dr. Imam while struggling to go upstairs to his room.

"Wait a minute, Mom and Dad want to talk seriously tonight so we keep waiting to eat together and talk" said Dr Imam's mother.

Dr Imam shrugged his shoulders as he walked up the stairs and entered his room without seeing Vionna looking at him

Dr Imam threw his body on the bed without taking off his clothes and shoes.

Because in the long wait, Dr Imam's mother told Vionna to see Dr. Imam up.

Vionna shook her head to see Dr. Imam fall asleep without changing clothes let alone taking a bath.

Vionna went down to tell his mother Dr. Imam and told Vionna to wake him up and make him take a bath and immediately wait below.

Vionna entered slowly and looked at the sleeping handsome face she had loved, One word Mas Imam must be hers.

Vionna drew her face closer and kissed the lips of the Imam who was so shocked to get a sudden touch.

"Look asleep! I told you to take a quick shower in the wait below!" vionna said with a sweet smile a few inches in front of the face of Dr Imam.

Dr Imam looked at Vionna and pulled her away and kissed her violently, so surprised Vionna got such a rough ambush with all her might trying to escape. Dr. Imam smiled as he got down from his bed looking at Vionna's slightly bloody lips. Vionna rubbed her lips while grimacing.

Dr. Imam went to the bathroom and took a shower thinking what his parents would say was to get married and remarry and this time it was time for him to speak as he was.

Whatever will happen Intan must be his wife, although there must be a heart that is hurt. Vionna came not in time and came with his wish not by his consent, maybe this time will be a polemic and problem between himself and his parents although from the first all of it is very avoided but there will be times contrary even with his own parents.

Dr Imam wore a bermuda navy trousers and t-shirts to go down the stairs without a load even though it had been so long to make all the residents of the house wait for him.

His mother, Dr. Imam, smiled at the readiness of her son and then all sat in their seats, feeling perfect her family now had a beautiful woman in front of her son.

His mother is the busiest all on offer and taken, he wants all his children's menu to eat and taste. But on the contrary Dr Imam like ogah-ogahan eat potluck and more reject every what is offered and taken by his mother also Vionna.

"Mom wants to seriously talk son, so please give Mom time to talk," said Dr. Imam's mother began to talk when all the meals were almost finished single a few more bribes.

"Yes, I speak," replied the flat priest.

"Mom just wanted to ask about your seriousness with Nak Vionna, even Nak Vionna's vacation will end tomorrow how will it go home?" his mother's words had been expected before.

"Mother, I'm sorry I never promised anything to Mother Father and Vionna herself. I'm feeling pretty ordinary even if during Vionna's time here I can't keep a lot of company because I'm busy working, so what do you want Mom to be like?" dr Imam asked his mother.

"Son, like my mother's previous expectations, I hope to match and finally I hope for a bond between you. What else do you think of grown-ups?" sindir his mother while still reminding him that he is an adult.

"That's because I don't think your relationship is serious, like before and so I tried to provide a solution this is the best adult relationship for your future!"

"Who's best, Mom? what's Vionna for me? what for Mom the same Father? that's not the best thing for me, ma'am!"

"Okay Mas Imam, sorry before I did not come to create a conflict here just offer and welcome parental direction only. It would be nice to think first what parents expected before, but if it is like this now I go home no problem, no problem, I thought Mas Imam would welcome me as he did that night but it's okay that everything might just be my fault" said Vionna staring at Dr Imam.

Vionna wanted to move but was arrested by his mother Dr Imam.

"Wait, I won't let Nak Vionna go home without the reassurance and responsibility of Son Mother!"

"Mother! what responsibility do I have to take responsibility for here?" dr Imam did not understand.

"You've grown up Nak every night what are you doing with Nak Vionna in your room or maybe in Nak Vionna's room? it's not enough just recognition or denial, but everything you've done has to be accounted for by marriage!"

"ah! all misunderstood, I'm not like that Mom! I haven't done anything with anyone!" sahut dr Imam blushed his face.

"Don't deny the truth Son, Mother herself saw the evidence and corroborated it with Nak Vionna's confession, so what else can be denied? give certainty or disgrace we will receive someday!"

The deg! dr Imam looked at Vionna sharply, Vionna smilingly feeling that he managed to create a dilemma in this family. Rejecting me is the fault of the Imam!

One word don't be fooled by Vionna's trap and the ruse he unleashed.

"Mom, how can I convince Mom and Dad that it's all a lie? We never sleep together when is the time? during this week I went back and forth between Bandung-Tasikmalaya because Intan was sick, If I couldn't understand, I wouldn't understand everything I said, either," said Dr. Imam rose from his seat and showed great anger.

Then Dr. Imam ran up the stairs with one step two steps in the lewatin into his room changed clothes take something and came out again regardless of his Mother Father also Vionna who blocked him.

"Son! where you going? nights like this?"

His mother Dr. Imam cried but he did not ignore, Dr. Imam could not prevent him from going to his car which was still parked in the yard.

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