Look at Me, My Husband
S2 Mother of my son 3
KRD office, one of RD Group's subsidiaries in Austria. At half-nine in the morning in Vienna, the five-storey KRD building began to be crowded with employees who were mostly dominated by blue-eyed men and women and tanned hair.
Naina had just pulled down her wheelchair from the trunk of the car, assisted by one of the security guards at the entrance. Before long, the driver who was hired specifically to serve Pieter and Naina appeared to carry Pieter down from the car and sit him on a prepared wheelchair.
As usual, the well-built man will help Naina bring Pieter up to the director's room that David currently holds.
“Angel, you wait outside only,” pinta Pieter just before entering the director's room.
“There are important things I should discuss with Dave,” he explained following.
“Good, Sir.” Naina nodded. Twisting his body, waiting in front of the secretary's desk. During his eleven-month stay in Austria, Naina was unable to master the language. He interacted more with Pieter and some workers who came from Indonesia, making his local language skills no progress at all.
***
“Dave ...” greet Pieter smiling sumringah that morning. Staring at the serious man reading the pile of papers before him.
“Pieter, you coming? I thought you truant again this time,” said Dave, suddenly take off the pen from his hand. Stand up to greet his partner.
“How are you doing now?” dave asked, patting Pieter's arm quietly in the wheelchair. Then, the handsome and dashing man was seen standing sticking his buttocks on the workbench with both hands folded over his chest.
“As you can see ...” Pieter is seen lowering both of his legs on the floor. After that, it appears that Pieter squeezed the handle of the wheelchair tightly. His hands were trembling trying to hold his weight. Before long, the man managed to stand on both feet.
Dave gaped up, not believing what he witnessed. Closing your mouth with both hands.
“Serious?” david asked, even though the evidence was in sight.
Pieter nodded.
“Thanks God! I can return to Indonesia as soon as possible. I miss Stella, Bro,” David said. Happiness emanated clearly from his bead of soot-black eyes.
“Sstt, Angel don't know anything.” Pieter whispered softly, asking David to lower the volume of his voice.
“Yes God. What are you planning, Pieter?” David was wide-eyed, not understanding what drama was behind the lie that was being played by his best friend and coworker.
“I don't want Angel back in Indonesia, Dave. I'm serious with him.” Pieter.
Too long to stand, Pieter slowly dropped his body onto the wheelchair. Over the past month, he has been trying hard to heal. It's nothing, he doesn't want to part with Naina. If he could not hold the woman in Austria, he planned to follow.
“Then?” Dave asked. Both of his shoulders were raised indicating confusion.
“I'll follow to Indonesia. Not after I recover, one of us must return to Indonesia,” said Pieter, considering Pram's request that has been disclosed in advance.
“Oh of course. If asked to return what Pram meant was me, bro. My house in Indonesia, of course the direction is there. That's me, not you, Bro,” cut David.
“What else have you been out of Indonesia a dozen years. Monas time is still as high as the hanky, now just imagine Monas is hundreds of meters high. Of course what Pram asked me,” chirped David, back wide.
“Moreover your soul is already half Austrian. Why else would you go back to Indonesia. We as the people of Indonesia, firmly reject the return of the acute single men, which can only unsettle mothers who have virgin children,” continued David. He already misses Stella, can't miss this opportunity.
“Less aja!” pieter's Scratch.
“No, I'm serious. Your arrival will only make the worries of the people of Indonesia, of course, the mothers of the water demon. I don't know how you're doing, bro. Even your deadly seduction defeats the seduction of the coconut island. No. .. no, I will petition Pram if I choose you,”, David said.
“Didn't you already have a son and wife here. Please succumb to the single,” said Pieter, pretending to be clear.
Pieter was surprised. David looked on in disbelief. “Your son? You want to leave your son here? With Mitha?” ask Pieter, shaking her head.
“Perhaps between the three of us, I am the one who cannot pass the test from Mitha. You know for yourself the reason we got married.” David was down, regretting his actions. Only a fool, stuck at an age that is no longer young. He had to sacrifice his relationship with Stella.
Although all this time their relationship has not been clear, but David was serious with the secretary of the president of the RD Group's director.
“Already! Later just discuss it again, we focus on work only,” continued David.
***
Red sports cars appear to enter the yard of a two-story house with white shades. William, the steering wheel holder, rushed out of the car tailing the employer who had gone down first.
The afternoon sunburst emitted a reddish glow in the western horizon. So beautiful, like a painting in the twilight shade. Accompanying the dashing steps of a handsome-looking Hero with his tired look. Scents of sadness remained on his face, though three years passed.
“Will, you are coming in,” pinta Wira. The man in a full suit walked into the house whose main door was unlocked. As if he was ready to welcome her.
I don't know how long he hasn't set foot in his mother's house again. Too bored with the whining of his parents, precisely the mother who asked for him to marry again.
“Wir, you came, Darling.” As soon as she stepped into the house, the mother greeted her with a bright smile.
“Cabinets! Mama make your favorite cuisine.” Holding the hand of the Hero, invite to the dining room.
“Ma, don't do this. I'm still to ...” The tongue of the hero was confused when he found a sweet girl with an apron, set the dining table at his home.
I don't know how many girls, who brought her mother home to be introduced to her. The short-haired middle-aged woman was not tireless at all. One by one the girls were brought before him. From high school to a career woman. From a homebody to a smart groomer.
“What mom is not tired?” ask the hero, shaking his head.
“Mama is tired when you see your age is increasing. Mom is tired of seeing you living alone. Mama knows, it all started from mama's mistakes, but life goes on, it has to go, Wir,”.
“Terden mom. I'm tired!” The woman threw her mother's hand, leaving the dining table. Putting himself in his soft bed is much better than having to pretend to be friendly and smile at the woman in the middle of nowhere who will be introduced to him.
“Wir!”
“Wir!”
“Wir! Wait mama.”
Mama Wira followed her son's footsteps, climbing the stairs that led to the second floor of the house. The place where the Wira's room is located.
“Wir, when are you waiting for Naina?” mama Wir asked, closing the door. The annoyed look was real from his gaze.
“Until close your eyes!” sahut Wira origin, take off the suit that wrapped his body and throw the origin.
“Wir! Serious mom!”
“I'm serious too, Ma. Naina went to take my son. How can I move on with my life before making sure they're okay.”
***
TB
