Married To Chef Jutek

Arjuna Meet Mama (Pov Arjuna)

We stayed in the car for 20 minutes. I'm still nervous going in there to see Mama. While Melati kept calming me.

"Mas, if we're not ready to go home yet, yes!" Melati gripped my hand.

I was still silent, leaning my forehead on the steering wheel and continuing to cultivate the courage to meet Mama. I miss it, but on one hand the disappointment is still in my heart over Mama's attitude.

"Mas's trying again, honey. It's hard to forget the time when there was an accident and I had to lose Papa."

"Mas, soul mate, death and fortune are arranged in the same Power. We can't blame Mama. Trust me there's a compelling reason why Mama did all that."

I looked at him, he smiled. And a smile to reassure my heart.

"We're in, yeah!" bring Melati.

I nodded, Melati got out of the car and was seen talking to a security guard. Then not how long the gate was open. I really cannot hide my nervousness.

"Yuk, Mom!" take Melati while sitting back by my side. He held my finger back.

"Bismillah .. "my words are trying to dampen the sense of unreality in here.

Slowly the car entered the yard of the house is quite beautiful. Then I parked near this three-story minimalist house. Melati down first, while I? Still trying to calm the heart.

Tok ... tok ....

Melati knocked on the car glass and I opened it.

"Mas, Mama's been waiting in there. It's the meeting he's been dreaming of for years, Mom."

A little bit of bending he looked at my face. Then summarize this face with both hands and encourage me that I can definitely do this. Last time he kissed my forehead.

"You can, Mom. Mama was waiting inside." he said once again looking at my face intently.

I took a deep breath and broke it slowly. Then stared back at my woman who was so excited to meet the two of us.

"Thank you ... " I took his fingers on both of my cheeks and kissed him.

I slowly opened the car door and got down from there. Jasmine warmly clasped my finger straight back after I stood outside. He took my hand to go inside.

The bell was pressed several times. My heart's getting stronger. Jasmine knowing the restlessness of my heart, she squeezed this fingers gently while looking over and smiling.

"You can, Mas." he said as he nodded slowly.

I just smiled faintly. Trying to prepare to meet Mama. The woman that I had missed so much, but so much disappointment gushed at her.

Kreakk!

"Eh, Madam Melati. Enter Maak! " said the middle-aged woman who opened the door.

This woman is thick and carrying her hair, she speaks Indonesian, but still medok his jaw-dropping accent.

"Mom, is there Mama?"

asked Melati while stepping foot, but stopped because I pegged where I stood.

He turned his head, looked at me carefully and reassured me with all his advice.

"Mas, I take this as an apology, ma'am. Because yesterday accused me of being a no-one. So please see Mama."

I just kept quiet.

"Mas, please ... " He pleaded, clenching both hands in front of the chest. I'm nodding. "Thank you, Mom." He hugged me, then took my hand back and invited me in.

We sat in the living room. Many photos adorn the walls of this house. I looked at the pictures one by one until I stood looking at them. There are photos of us as a family, there are pictures of me as a child with Rega, there are photos of Mama teaching me to ride a bike, cook together and many other photos that remind me of that time.

"Son Melati, long time no here. Mama kangen loh!"

The deg!

That voice, is it your mother's voice?

^^^

"Mommy's son is a champion, you lose or you win, for Mama is still a super star!"

"Wahhh, I'm dead. Mama's son is a famous chef candidate, descending from her Papa's blood."

"Nobody is better than yourself, son. Believe, believe and believe, you can... "

^^^

My tears are dripping, my body feels stiff. The pain in my throat became more excruciating, I closed my eyes and more tears dripped from the tip of my eyes.

"Who's son Melati coming here?"

I closed my eyes. There is no courage to look back. I slowly looked back and saw a woman I so missed sitting weakly in a wheelchair.

I looked at him for a long time, and so did he. Only our eyes speak to each other. My heart crumpled to see the state of Mama. Mama's eyes began to redden, it was seen that the water had filled all the clear eyes. Then drop by drop the sparkling tears slumped down her cheeks.

"Arjuna .." he said, barely audible.

"Yes, Ma. This, this." I took a breath before continuing. "Here, Arjuna." I covered my own lips, and great sorrow entered my heart.

I slowly walked closer, and our eyes kept on our feet. When she was near, she raised both her hands. I looked down a little because he wanted to touch my face.

"Arjuna, this is right Arjunaku." The tears were pouring down her cheeks. I nodded in agreement with his words.

"Yes, this is Arjuna, Ma... Mama's son." I took his hands and kissed the palm in turn.

"Huhuhuhuhu Arjuna, Alhamdulillah O Allah." We just hugged. Mama was sobbing and crying and hugging me, while I felt like there was a chunk of ice melting in here. I sat on my knees at his feet and begged for forgiveness.

Melati approached patting my shoulder while crying along.

"I'm sorry Arjuna, Ma. Sorry ...." Mama asked me to sit down and hugged me back tightly.

"Don't apologize, son. You're not wrong, don't apologize. Huhuhuhuhu."

That day, Melati became a witness to our meeting. She was also the bridge to this meeting. My woman, Melati Kusuma, maybe this is why God sent her to me.

***

"Mama lives with Arjuna, huh?" take me after we've calmed down.

We sat in the back garden. Gently Jasmine massages Mama's shoulders. My woman is amazing.

"Yes, Ma. He said he wanted to spend time with his beloved son."

Mama smiled, looked up a little at my woman and grasped her fingers that were massaging her back.

"Depart, Mama spoke to Rega first." said Mama with a fluffy smile. "Son't Melati Thank you, yeah! Because you're Arjunanya Mama wants to come here to see Mama."

I kept looking at her face until she felt uncomfortable.

"Dare only intermediaries, Ma. All by God's permission up there." He answered Mama's words.

Then a bit of a sewot when I realized I kept looking at it. Her lips went forward five cent to look at me, but when Mama asked her to talk and looked up at her she smiled back as sweetly as she could. I shook my head laughing at his behavior, while he stuck his tongue out at me which made me even more anxious.

"Later Arjuna spoke to Rega when he came home, Ma." I asked.

"Let's just Mama, son. He likes to go home at night."

"Who said? Rega has come home!" a voice that made us all look back.

Rega came home still wearing full clothes, he approached us all. I stood up and smiled to see him. We just hugged.

"Finally come too! Ma'am Melati must be in love with royalties, managed to persuade a man as hard as this" he said punching my shoulder, slowly.

"His loyalty let me take care of Mama. I don't want any other royalties." continued Melati.

I just smiled and sat back down, Rega sitting next to me. That day, honestly all the goodness seemed to be on my side. We talk a lot of things. Every now and then I stare at my woman, so much influence in my life. Thank you my lady, thank you my wife. She's one of my greatest women, Melati Kusuma.