Lord, Accept My Repentance

Have Candidates

I spread my gaze to look at the building in front of me now, coming inside with my hand.

The atmosphere of the store is quite crowded, its employees are also quite decent now. I walked towards the refrigerator which featured sharing the shape and color as well as the size of the cake.

"Sorry, Brother. Can I help you?" chirped at someone who made me look straight at him.

"Eh, no Ma'am. Where is the owner of this store, huh?" I smiled kindly with my mother approaching me.

The employee stared at me from top to bottom making me follow the same thing, I glanced at Mama. He knitted his eyebrows and frowned seeing this.

"Why see my son like his knife, huh, Deck?" reprimanding Mama who is uncomfortable like it.

"Sorry Buk. What's up, yeah, find my boss?"

"We're his family."

"Oh, hang on, yeah."

Mama's employees finally went to Mama's room like her.

"You want to, honey?"

"You Ma, you want the desert box."

"Sir, please take dong."

While waiting for Mama, we ended up sitting on the waiting bench that was available. I saw the employee Mama Farhan whispering as if he was talking to me.

But whatever they want to say to me. In fact, if they think I am embarrassed because I want to meet with the store owner is okay.

"Darling!" yelled Mama by stretching out the hands that made us the center of attention for a moment.

I got up and immediately rushed into Mama's arms, Mama clenched my body even a few times landed a kiss on this cheek.

"Haha, Ma. Nazwa was ashamed of people, "I whispered perhaps with red cheeks.

"Yes, no papa dong. Your man's Mama's son."

I glanced at Mama's employees earlier, they looked shocked by the words of Mama just now who admitted you that her son.

"Who are you here with?"

"Sama Mama," I said looking at Mama who immediately stood up from her stool earlier.

My stepmother crucified Mama's hand, we were finally invited to go to Mama's room while telling her about the work as well as the existing cake.

"Who is Ma'am?" asked Farhan who had just arrived at the store to the employee.

"There's his son's mother in Mas, uh, means Mas Farhan dong, huh?" ask employees who are younger than Farhan.

"Sister?" farhan muttered the brows while the employee nodded with a sweet smile.

"Thank you, yes," said Farhan passing into his mother's room.

"Udah do not be too circumvented, obviously will not be with you and him. People like the earth and sky!" satirize one of his coworkers.

"Ck! Let's just say, there's no harm in 'can't it be shy?" His friend just shook his head looking at him.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

"Assalamualaikum Ma" said Farhan from the outside. I who was listening to the conversation of my stepmother and Mama Farhan was immediately shocked and stared at the tightly closed door.

"Waalaikumsalam, come in sweetheart," asked Mama Farhan who must have memorized her son's voice.

Chequek!

The door opened and displayed Farhan using his backpack, closed the door again and immediately barked at Mama and greeted Mama.

He was sitting right in front of me right now, I was only able to duck while eating the desert box that I had picked up earlier in the front.

"Why not go to college?" ask Mama.

"The lecturer did not enter Ma. Yaudah, just go home."

Mama only ber'oh' ria, I was just listening to the conversation between the child and the Mama.

"Take Nazwa there, buy food for Mama and Auntie," told Mama to Farhan.

"Well, why? You haven't eaten yet, dear" said my stepmother.

"Nazwa is now ashamed, so he must be ashamed that the road is both the same Farhan," explained Farhan who seemed to know what I felt.

I looked up at her at a glance, I put on an annoyed lip with what she said.

"Huhah, jeez if that's it. You're the one who bought Farhan there," tell Mama to him by laughing at me.

"Ih, where is there! Who is ashamed of you? Yaudah, Nazwa come and buy some rice, "cut me put the food that has stayed a little more on the table.

I ended up crucifying my stepmother as well as Mama, coming out of the room first while Farhan was behind me.

Until I got to the store terrace, I stopped this step, "Why?" farhan asked who was confused as to why I stopped.

"I don't know where the sales place is," I said, which made Farhan sound stifled.

"What, anyway? My people have also only been here twice, naturally dong!" my ketus has a chest.

"Yes-yes, it's only natural" Farhan cut quickly so that there is no debate between us like it.

I followed him from behind, we walked on the sidewalk and he stopped making me look in wonder.

"Kok quit?" I just stared at his face.

"We must be sebrang, where the sale of rice is there," pointed Farhan with his chin making me look towards the front.

"I'll just wait here."

"Well, why?" tanya Farhan stared at me with a linked eyebrow.

"I'm afraid to cross the highway." Vehicles continue to pass and there are no traffic signs here.

It made me even more scared, especially people who drive transportation never slow.

"There's me, just calm down" Farhan said, making me look up at him.

"Udah, yuk! You can hold my bag," he suggested and I took it.

As the road was slightly off, we finally started to get off the pavement and walk to the asphalt with me holding Farhan's backpack.

I don't know why, there's a feeling of happiness at a time like this. I took the bag in the gamis bag and took a moment like this.

The smile did not fade from my face, although its sometimes annoying nature can still make me happy.

We arrived at the place to eat, he immediately ordered four-pack rice with side dishes chicken sambel ijo.

Dining together in the room Mama with my stepmom and Mama Farhan is not endless telling stories.

While Farhan and I just kept quiet and listened to their conversation from earlier who did not discuss anything.

"Farhan has a candidate?" my stepmom asked suddenly which made Farhan look shocked.

"Udah Aunty," Farhan replied with a flat face.

The deg!

As if struck by lightning during the day, I tried to smile even though there was a sick feeling that somehow could.

'Why do you hurt Nazwa? Like him dong if you have a candidate or not!' my inner.

"Well, how come you never told Mama?" timpal Mama who might feel weird.

"Not yet Ma, Farhan's money is not enough to propose to him. So, it's better not to tell anyone."

"When to meet Auntie, yeah. In fact, Auntie thinks you don't have a candidate yet. You guys seem to fit in though."

"you guys? Who's Ma?" I asked who felt my mother's words were ambiguous.

"Yes, you guys. You and Farhan," Mama explained.

"Nazwa also already has a candidate and spec dream of Ma," I said.

"Do you know?"

"Kan, it's not time for Mama to know. Later, you will know, too, kok," said I who did not want to lose with Farhan.

Screaming towards Farhan, he simply smiled and nodded. What's with that guy? Does he think I am ashamed?

Yes .. although it is true, when I said that I did not have a candidate while he had.