Let Me Choose
The instinct of a mother
Sofyan Wijaya's mother visits Alya's cafe. Because from yesterday Alya did not come home, with busy reasons and a lot of work so the responsibility to go home, close the cafe already at night and just sleep in the cafe.
Not because it is unusual, Alya is already common not to go home when busy, tired and many other affairs. But Mother Sofyan Wijaya felt like this morning looking at her son who from yesterday did not return home.
Deliberately came a little afternoon for fear that no one would open the door, because the new cafe was open around nine in the morning. A mother's instincts do work very well to read everything that is in her child.
When Bu Sofyan Wijaya came the cafe had begun to open new at the beginning still on cleaning and arrangement of everything inside and outside the yard that is made parking.
One small cafe employee ran to open the door when she found out Sofyan Wijaya's mother had come down from the car between a driver. While bending over the cafe employee smiled, let him in.
As she had just entered the room, Sofyan Wijaya's mother looked around the ever-changing room to add a new atmosphere to the cafe.
The last time here the arrangement wasn't like this, and this was indeed the idea of his son Alya, who always surprised with his achievements.
Sofyan Wijaya's mother smiled to herself as she entered the typical room of young people, all properties are increasing with all the decorations and lights that might make visitors more comfortable lingering in the cafe.
Added with a mini room with musical equipment, organs and drums are on display. Now always be presented with life music every night or certain nights as possible.
"Neng Alya is still on top huh?"
"Oh, Yes, ma'am."
"Do you want me to take you upstairs?"
A maid offered her services to Ms. Sofyan Wijaya to take her upstairs but Ms. Sofyan Wijaya refused instead to sit on one of the cafe table chairs and look at the wall clock fearing her arrival interfered with her daughter's rest.
Indeed, it should be this hour most people have woken up and are already active but others with Alya. Even if at home it is also difficult to wake up sometimes Sofyan Wijaya's mother needs a long time just to remind the dawn first to sleep again but maybe the sense of responsibility if it does not come from the heart of all will be difficult.
After being satisfied to see all the conditions under Mother Sofyan Wijaya went up the stairs to the second floor. All the second floors were reserved for warehouses and one room was so spacious for Alya's resting place.
One room that is so complete with all kinds of complete equipment such as a household, bed, wardrobe, dressing table, chairs on the front balcony, mini sofa, etc, television and all the devices that support the needs of Alya's life.
"Honey, this is Mom, you're up by noon."
Htok ..tok ..tok...
Sofyan Wijaya's mother patiently waited for the door to be opened and repeated the call and also knocked on the door.
"l. Alya, wake up baby!"
After a long time there was a movement in the lock was opened and Alya looked at who came from behind the door, with a special face wake up that was still very sleepy.
Sofyan Wijaya's mother barged in. Just as below was sweeping all the rooms with his gaze to all the corners of his son's large room, everything was laid out so neatly.
"Who's mom is here?" Alya tied her hair sitting cross-legged on the bed.
"That's Mr. Udin."
"Oh."
"Yes so, if you wake up do not go anywhere to sit with 5 minutes to stabilize blood pressure was just moving, let alone wake up immediately shower is something that is prohibited according to the doctor.
Alya took a deep breath, as her mother said the doctor said.
As if reminding him of someone who was on his mind.
Alya. "Bring first, Mom, we'll have breakfast together, what do you want?"
"What a thing."
Alya entered the bathroom and Bu Sofyan Wijaya made the bed. kept a broomstick back on top of the cupboard and it was usual maybe a mother to see something in her son's room, look at the dresser, look at the dresser, open the closet a little messy.
Not much clothing was kept there. Sopyan Wijaya's mother had her eyes fixed on one large plastic bag under the hanging clothes and took it out and took it out, one bed sheet was probably dirty and Alya had not had time to bring it to wash in her house, then took him down and out Mr. Udin kept it in the trunk of the car.
After a long wait, Alya came down as well. Looks beautiful with slim brown trousers and loose relaxed cream collared tops, giving a little direction to its employees, she said, all the cafe personnel are ready with their respective duties and Alya approached his mother who again saw the cafe from outside.
"Let's go with me." Sofyan Wijaya's mother looked at her son.
"Oh yeah, we have breakfast there."
Without answering again Alya same mother Sofyan Wijaya climbed into the car that was carried by Mr. Udin, and Mr. Udin immediately opened the door for Ms. Sofyan Wijaya.
"It's too busy until what time of the night?" Sofyan Wijaya's mother glanced at her son who had since boarded the car and the car went silent.
"Until ten o'clock, if it's Sunday night until twelve."
"There's live music you don't know?"
"It's only been two weeks, just on the weekend."
"Oh."
Silent.
Alya was busy with her phone. Sofyan Wijaya's mother did not invite anymore to chat because the response of her son seemed no longer in the mood to chat. Either because it was still morning Alya not so excited or because it was awakened half forcefully because of her presence? Sofyan Wijaya's mother was silent.
The day starts from looking at Alya son, waking him up, waiting for him and accompanying breakfast at his bakery store and accompanying Alya giving directions to his bakery employees. Checking all orders is not felt by day.
One surprise that makes Mother Sofyan Wijaya, Alya looks pale either because of soy sauce or again not feeling well, Breakfast also does not look like usual even when Sofyan Wijaya's mother asked about Desty his best friend Alya not so responding and answered briefly.
All that did not escape the attention of Mother Sofyan Wijaya, but even so Mother Sofyan Wijaya did not ask too far did not dare to ask more of her son was afraid even to be a burden for Alya. Seeing the busyness of the morning continues to organize people, seeing the order does not feel Alya back again to the cafe while bringing the production of pastries to meet the consumption of customers in the cafe, even though it is noon.
"Don't stay in the cafe again Neng, so less rest later go home ya."
"Yes, Mom."
"You look very lethargic, later in the afternoon just go home to eat at home, Mother masakin your favorite soup."
"Mostlya is usually night ma'am."
"Don't be too night is not good every night lack of sleep, so his lifestyle is irregular.
You do not get the cafe closed, you can rest and go home first love your employees the responsibility."
"Can't be Ma."
"Well, why can't you? all should gradually start reducing your energy, free of charge have employees if you can not reduce your presence and energy."
"Yes Ma'am will try Alya."
"That has to be, so that I'm going to meet you is also difficult."
Alya was silent, understanding what her mother was saying. And lately he has been too busy, or busy himself and drown the problems that again surround his head.
Where's your friend Desty now? why don't you use it in the recruit, besides you so have friends you can also be more free to manage everything if with ordinary people, you know, not with someone new to explain and instill trust, you already know the black and white. So if you are close to someone will easily feel suitable in the job.
"He works Mom"
"Work? everywhere will also be the same, the essence of income and busy work together you just say Mother who asks."
Alya was silent.
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