Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Couples

"Muhammad Adib's. My first son." The mother reached into the bag, pulled out her phone and searched for something. Then, show the photo of the child he meant. "This is my son."

Anindi gulped when she saw Adib on the screen. Right, that guy.

Mom took over the phone again. Again show another photo. "This is my second child. Rendra, name. They look alike, don't they?"

Anindi's heart stopped beating. It turns out that they are indeed Brother Sister in the real world, not just words.

The phone was put back in the bag. "I'm so happy to have two sons like this." The middle-aged mother arched a sweet smile, while Anindi fell silent. Not responded since. "So, my arrival here because I want to see the figure of the flower shop owner who managed to make my firstborn happy."

Then Anindi realized, looking at the mother. "Is that happy mother's son?" Ask without thinking about anything.

"really. I watched it myself." The middle-aged woman reached out towards Anindi. "Include me, son, my name is Ms. Dina."

At first Anindi hesitated, but it was also impolite not to respond. Gently welcomed that hand. "My name is Anindi, ma'am."

They were silent while shaking hands. Bu Dina's eyes noticed Anindi's figure which was quite good and looked graceful.

Ms. Dina let go of her hand, then looked back at the roses. "My eldest son was already very mature to have a partner, but he hardly ever introduced women until he was three heads. Hence, I was curious as she suddenly carried a bouquet of flowers with a happy feeling."

"I've been happy with flowers for a long time, but my two children rarely bring flowers. But, lately my eldest son brought me a bouquet of flowers. If you were a mother, would you be curious about your child's change?" Bu Dina not only tells a story here, but also invites discussion.

Anindi nodded quickly. "Of course, Mom. The slightest change must be a cause and it becomes a curious trigger."

"true." Bu Dina's eye tails turned to the sunflower. "Like the color of the panca flower that will definitely change color. There is a logical reason to answer that."

Anindi was a little pleased with this conversation. Fortunately, no other customers came, so their time was quiet and quiet.

"I am a mother who really expects my two children to live happily with their partners. But, of my two children, one has not had a relationship with a woman." Bu Dina's face turned sad. Her right finger touched one of the rose petals. Indeed soft. "But even forcing them is impossible. Though I myself need a friend to talk like a daughter-in-law."

Anindi caught something, a sense of loneliness. Ms. Dina's body language says that, even though her mouth doesn't speak much.

Ms. Dina turned back around. Intentionally to make eye contact with Anindi directly. Move closer, then say, "If you were asked one question, would you answer honestly, son?"

This conversation is getting directionless. They just met. However, Anindi felt that this Bu Dina had recognized her for a long time. "God willing, Mom. Honesty is very important. What kind of question is that?"

Ms. Dina carved a sweet smile on her lips. Quiet for a moment with a hard-to-understand look. "Do you want to be my firstborn?"