Love Mita

Again, Dylan

Adits

After finishing washing the car he immediately took a shower, because his clothes were wet with splashes of water.

As soon as he finished bathing he dried the towel in front of his room.

"Cit, the kids haven't come home yet are they in the room?"

As soon as he saw Citra out of the room was about to go to the shop. A "children" when he meant Mita.

"It should have gone home. So barbeque's tonight?"

"So dong, call Mita deh help me with the ingredients."

Finally said the name Mita from her mouth. He felt ashamed, but let there be a chance to corner.

Approaching women is not the first for him, he has been in a relationship with his college friends at the level of one that runs for one year. But had to run aground in the middle of the road because he was betrayed. His then-girlfriend betrays an established one-child widower, when he has not had the business he is today.

"Mas, what did I help you with? Where's ingredients?" Mita came to surprise him when he remembered the past. The past when betrayed.

"In the refrigerator, help nyiapin ingredients. I've bought the same meat seafood meatballs to make shabu-shabu."

Wait, he just realized. When talking to women he used to use my lo sometimes me you. But to Mita, I am you? Did this woman realize it too? tickled inner.

"Wahh eat our big."

"So why are you taking Rama again?"

The curiosity continues to haunt, are they still in touch?

"Last he said, tomorrow he went to the US can't see you again."

He took paprika and onions to give to Mita. Actually he can do it himself, but take advantage of the situation so that he can talk a lot with Mita. Xixii

"Why go to the US? College again?"

Mita nodded. Indirectly Rama gave him a gap to enter.

*****

Ramah

His conversation last night was only answered diplomatically by his father.

"Well, if necessary, if you do not need to buy your own father." his authoritative father if in front of the patient, but take it easy when at home. So no wonder, if the nature of Santuy flows profusely on him.

He who heard it just sneered. Truly this father, not one bit guilty of his departure to America. Though the strongest reason he left was because of his father. If only his father had approved, perhaps he and Mita would have spent the day as students at the same alma mater. No need to go all the way to the country of people .

"I'm sorry, but I'm not stingy and I don't want to talk to Papa. But I understand here Papa is busy, it is needed to be a mediator of healing people better here aja ngurusin patients. Isn't it Ma?" he responded to his father's words with a made-up tone.

Bu Lia chuckled at the loud reply to her father.

"Sumprul." They laughed together.

His family is so, although both parents are busy but still warm and harmonious.

"Your life is very good, rich there are no burdens and demands. So it's so sad you do it." Fery commented when he first lived in his house, becoming part of his family. Fery saw he looked like he had no problem.

Indeed, when compared with his friends he is classified as lucky because it has a family that is conducive to minimal conflict.

"Pa, you know Bambang Wiraguna?" he remembered the man who had said he was inferior.

"Which side is Ma?"

My mom seemed silent, like she was thinking.

"Bambang Wiraguna the council member means Kak?"

"Well, yes." he's passionate parents know with parents of children taste ice-flake Milo.

Ms. Lia seemed to want to say something but was unable to speak.

"Oh Bambang Chandra Wiraguna? Loh ya know. One alma mater with Mama. One organization, right, Ma?"

His mother seemed to be small. Bu Lia and Bambang studied at a public university in Jogjakarta. At that time they were familiar sister and sister level in the campus organization.

"The Senior of the past. We call him Bamwir, his real name is Bambang Chandra Wiraguna."

"About the ex still remembers well."

Mama choked, she also jerked. Why does his father look ordinary? No feelings of jealousy?

"Wah yang dong. Papa's not jealous?"

Mr. Romi got up while smiling at his mother.

"Jealous only for people who are not confident. Papa who wins is jealous" he said casually.

It's like being slapped. Exactly, what does Dilan still say? He breathed a rough breath. If he and Adit liked Mita, who would win? The shadow of Adit's last words is still clearly recorded in his brain.

"Why is it with Mas Bambang Kak?"

Her mother looks curious.

"Kosan Mita who has it's her son."

"Aren't you still in college?"

"Why do you know?"

"We have an alumni group. If the condition also sometimes comes along, his son three. Last met at the wedding of his son Mama's friend who served at the Minister of Trade last year. You anyway if invited do not want, if you can meet his son friends Mama."

"We like to joke, want to mate with children. That's also if you want to."

"Aja Ma, I mah No." he immediately opened his voice when he heard the matchmaking, anything.

"It's still a long way off, which is you. But you did get stuck in Bogor. Mama also wants to retire, just at home who if there is a quiet retirement. If you have children, you can bring your mother. Aye right?"

He's speechless. Didn't expect her mom to have thought that far.

"Doain aja Ma, let my heart open. Mama would want me to be happy too, right? Marriage is for life, not to be careless."

Her mother clasped her hands smiling while nodding. Her mother is not young anymore, although still fresh fit, but age can not lie. Then it is true if someone says that there is one disease that has no cure, namely old.

Hopefully he can give her what she expects soon.