Mother to My Son

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Reza POVs

The merger cooperation meeting went smoothly, the Commissioner and the Board of Directors seemed satisfied with the achievement of cooperation this year. Expansion out although it is slow but has begun to be done and the company is ready to run it. At 3pm the meeting ended and everyone congratulated. Only later prepare Celebration Party as a marker of cooperation between 2 companies.

“Happy Reza has been able to prepare the company for the merger well” one of the members of the Board of Directors came to greet me.

“Yes not in vain we choose you to lead the company” Firdaus father Arcy approached and also greet me.

“Thank you Om we strive to do our best. Solid teamwork that allows this to happen” I try to try to answer diplomatically, indeed such a reality, it is impossible for all to do alone.

“Daddy I really do not thank you congratulations, I also helped Reza to succeed like this” Arcy approached and his hands immediately stretched out in my hands. This woman always takes a chance

“Hahahaha you always want to be seen always with Reza. Watch out later there are jealous, he is married now” his father immediately warned maybe he saw an uncomfortable look on my face.

“The wedding is only valid at Daddy's house, if in the office still single” Arcy just keep sticking his chest to my arm. I tried to smile and keep my distance but Arcy would not budge and continued to rub his chest. Shiits.

“Arcy... be careful Reza's wife even though small but savage, Reza has just known 2 months directly Knock Out as he” fortunately heard the voice of Papa who holds my shoulder and Arcy from behind. I immediately felt relieved, it would not be nice to dismiss Arcy directly in front of his father.

“You Ardy already know that Arcy likes your son and married him to someone else, you will know that if they marry the strength of this company will be even greater with the merger of shares of the two of us” Om Firdaus seems to still not accept when getting news about my marriage with Hasna.

“Hahahaha we live in the millennial era Mas. The soul mate is arranged the same Almighty, not the same we” Papa very good language, very keen. Om Firdaus looked wryly smiling.

“Make me Mas Reza is married or not yet not a problem, anyway most of the time spent the same I” this woman even began to hold my waist. This insolence must be stopped. I clapped her hands that had started to creep everywhere, truly a shameless woman in front of the crowd dares to touch me.

“Sorry I have to say hello to Parties from CosmoAir first” I immediately move away from the entanglement of this woman.

“I accompany Mas” this huftttt women really do not know themselves.

“Please me to handle the Commissioner and the Board of Directors, maybe they have any information needed in connection with this merger” I immediately asked him to do the job, so as not to follow me. I just finish this pickle and go home.

CosmoAir and Aelono Corp were very conducive in today's meeting, they no longer raised objections and strange requests. Yesterday night the contract negotiations were so tough that it could only be finished at midnight. They are very detailed about the contents of the contract until the word is reviewed for fear of harm in the future.

In contrast to Indonesians who tend to take the contents of the contract lightly, it is often not read carefully and immediately sign it without considering whether the contents of the contract will harm him or not.

Right at 5 o'clock I finally get home, I forget that today Hasna suddenly went to Bandung, why else he, his attitude is really unpredictable. Walking with him was like having to be ready with the change of wind direction, from the breeze to the pickaxe could happen at any time.

For example, on Sunday afternoon he managed to make the wind *****pick when I woke up to take a nap, I wonder why the kids did not wake up and ask to play out, only the sound of KPop music from the children's room. Hasna was not seen watching TV below. Finally I was curious and looked into the children's room and it turned out that they were fighting dance using ninted*w**. It looked like Hasna and Rain were fighting together, I saw them like sisters instead of mother and child, they were both wearing sports shorts.

No one was aware I went into the room, everything was engrossed in mimicking the movement on TV, it seemed they were playing for long enough to look sweaty and the shirt was wet. Maura followed the movements in front of them. Occasionally Rain seemed to disturb Hasna by nudging and pushing, the boy had already begun to learn cunning. Hasna seemed to not care she was too focused on paying attention to the movements on TV.

“Hahahaha won 3-1” Rain immediately jumped in excitement when the final result showed the battle results.

“Licik... Buna did not memorize the song BTS.. Replace the last song with BigBang” the woman snatched the remote game from Rain, they really did not realize I noticed them.

“Hahaha Buna is old won't win against me” Rain laughs at him,

“If now really lose, Buna must ngaku already old, but if now we win the battle in the team* zone* there more accurately” Rain looks wagging his body because of sweat.

“Diam .. Buna who select song” she instantly squeak the remote button. The woman looks sexy by wearing shorts and a wet t-shirt attached to her body.

“Fantastic Baby” he said with a laugh

“Kakak surely will not be able to” he immediately prepared. Both are full of sweat.

The music starts with an electropop rhythm, the model in the video starts with a swerving of her body followed by amateur dancers in this room. Either because of the effect of the wet clothes that stick to the body and shorts I just saw worn by him, making my attention become more focused on his body. This woman did not realize that motion became very sensual in my eyes.

And it turns out that it is true, he is very master of the song, hand movements that move like a helicopter and every word “Wow Fantastic Baby” he always stops and pronounces it clearly in front of the Rain.  When the word Shakalaka Bom mentioned repeatedly his body was winding like an erotic dancer. Crazy woman is like a professional dancer, Rain certainly can not compensate. The boy's body bongsor but not flexible, if he's styled like Hasna I'll get at him.

“Hahahahahah Buna won, it has been said, had lost because he did not memorize the BTS” song he immediately turned around and looked surprised to see me.

“Mas... eh long ago?” he looked awkward as I looked at him sharply, his whole shirt was so wet that it stuck to his body, his chest looked puffed up.

“We're in sports again, so wear a short shirt...Heeee” she looks like a rickety and confused

“I want to change clothes first” he immediately ran out of the room, if only no children noticed it looks like I will not be able to keep my promise to hold back at that time.

And now when I got home, it immediately felt as quiet as I felt. Usually the hours run out magrib like this Hasna will send a video of Maura learning to teach Iqro with him, and Rain teaching the Quran. I did not expect Rain would comply to teach her, I guess it was on his own. After I asked Hasna, it turns out they made a deal, if Rain finishes 1 juz then Hasna will buy makeup or skincare products that Rain wants. It means that if Rain can end the Quran he can have 30 makeup products, and I disagree with that so I protest. It turns out he had a strategy

“Do not worry Mas, beauty products are diverse, for masks only there are several types, for lip dyes there are lipstick, lipbalm, lip tint, lip, for blush also there are powders and creams not to mention the other”

“I can buy him a facial cleansing tissue, it will be in the skincare category. The important thing is that he finished reading Quran”

that's the reason he's, well thank God I'm sure he's got a lot of ideas. When eating, Mbak Jumi looked sad to see me eating alone.

“If at home ndak no one feels lonely sir, already used to there Neng Hasna house feels crowded and warm, usually at this hour they are on the storm making a malem” meal

“Neng Hasna iku pinter once loh persuaded children to eat home” cuisine

“Typically he made what Mbak” is in the last few weeks I was never home.

“Sometimes like to make spaghetti noodles, sometimes make cream soup or ever also you make fragrant pizza just as rich buy”

“Weeh children sueneng ee... just like to be messy in the kitchen ne, but well the mbak happy to squirm”.

“Yes Allah, the Mother forgot yes, after storing your clothes, and then out of the room carrying dirty clothes, her intention was to go back to the room locking the door but yo kok forgot”

“Some who went into the room?” much

“Si Mbak anyway nda look, just early in the morning Neng Hasna is a bit strange, the tumbennya nanya who likes to clean the Tuan” room

“He asked what else?” I was shocked, my room was always locked

“Neng Hasna asked who likes to tidy up the clothes of the Master, trus said so the wife of the master made him have no work, everything is done alone with Tuan”

“Hmmm did he get into the room well?” I immediately felt guilty, if he went into the room he would see all of Mitha's belongings.

Until now I still can't part with Mitha's belongings, perfume scents on her clothes, photos I took since she was in high school. I feel like betraying and getting rid of Mitha. I still can't do it. That's why I felt calm when she chose not to room with me at least to give me time.

“Mbak saw him go into the room?” ask me again

“Not sir, but this morning Neng Hasna was seen in it so, not many stories or rich singing before”

“Trus suddenly just said the same Mbak want to go home to Bandung, his face was sad koyo”

“Yes it's okay Ma'am, next time don't forget to always lock the door of the room, if he or the children ask for the room key, if he or she, just say taken me” I don't want Mbak Jumi to feel guilty because of the problems I created myself.

At almost 8 pm, I called Rain and asked her news, apparently this afternoon she was delivered directly to Mama Isna's house. It had been a long time since they had met her. If Maura when Hasna came to Jakarta invited to meet with Mama Isna.

The clock has shown 8 nights more but the woman still has not given news, he said last night will try to go home tonight, but why still not send a message.  I finally decided to call him, if you come home too late later Maura.

It was a little long before I heard the answer on the phone. His voice sounded clear as usual, unlike earlier this morning it sounded gloomy. It turns out that it did not come home with the reason for spending for Rain and pity Maura if he came home too late. He is also smart to find excuses. Only I was jolted when he replied that he felt happier in Bandung, meaning that he had not been happy all this time. If you are not happy, you can dance like yesterday, …. Bizarrely.

He immediately gave the phone to Mama Merin, it turns out the ability to make a cheerful atmosphere was passed down from his mother. Starting from the story that Maura is getting funny, and then ask permission so that Hasna is allowed to sleep 1 night in Bandung because they are still missing. There was only a protest from him, he asked that Hasna should be reminded to eat often, because it looks thin, and her cheeks are difficult again in the closet, what it might mean in the pinch. Strange woman as big as him still likes to be pinched cheeks by his parents like Maura alone.

Mama Merin also reminded one thing about Hasna, that the woman had no experience in male and female relationships so it must be understood that being childish. Hmmm it's kind of weird if she told her mother something. You see Mama told me while whispering, like she did not want to be heard by Hasna. At the end of the chat Mama Merin told about the habits of women who can not tell the contents of the heart, but want to be understood by men. There's a strange language I just knew.

“So this is well A.. Mama will not call Mas yah .asa same Gold mama baso subscription because” I just say yes with a smile, it has been 30 minutes since the last Mama started talking.

“Aa must understand if the woman likes tara kedal about her wishes” I was immediately confused what is kedal

“What is tara kedal?... Hasna wants to eat lizards?” I immediately wanted to laugh, the Sundanese language was so funny.

“Eh maenya eat lizard.

“Tara kedal it is not betus.. fight what oruh betus Indonesian language” sounds like Mama's voice is getting confused. What is betus?

“Betus it ketus Mah?” ask me while laughing.

“Eh ari Aa even nyengseurikeun Mama sok getting ngalilieur" Mama sounds more confused looking for the equivalent word betus.

“Before the same father, Hasna had already been to the room maura” then heard the voice of Mama's scream, it turns out this family is a hobby of shouting in the house.

“Daddy from her Indonesian what” Mama heard asking dad, it seems dad is sitting on the sofa and Mama is sitting at the dining table.

“Betus means what” sounds father's answer.

“Ehh basic aki-aki asked if malik nanya” heard the voice of Mama who grumbled, I became more entertained.

“Eta betus it can not explain the meaning of hati” finally Mama even explain herself. Hahahah I was really amused, because I asked Dad, Mama so I can explain the meaning of the word itself.

“Ahhhh so can meet.. still pinter Mama than father turns out, so gini A.. Hasna likes not to say if again feel kesel, Aa Reza must understand if Hasna again sprained, Aa, usually like to be irrit by talking, his face galaw..nah Mama has memorized that Hasna so means again there is something to think about but can not be talked about, tara betus” back the word betus sounding.

“Iya Ma, Reza understood, there was an important meeting in the office so could not chat a lot with Hasna”

“Iya thanks oruh if Aa already understand mah, because he tuh if it has been like the shoulder a little long, because, in the past also when scolded the same father because he was caught lying nginep on campus until a long snack nginep at home Aunt Ai did not want to go home a week”

“Atuda the Father also angry meni kacida until it is said not to go home all of you, ehhhh it was a real go to the house of Aunt Ai..” moreover it was said kacida.

“Until followed by Angga there. like drama he mah, abong-abong bogohna ka GD Oppa cenah.. Do not be jealous as well G Draggon da eta mah oppa-oppa korea” now appears again said abon, chat with Mama does make rooming.

Mamah told me about Hasna until almost an hour, only stopped when her cellphone was out of battery. And it turns out that from the story of Mama, although often rooming, there are many things that I do not know about the woman. Until I finally entered Hasna's room, I last entered this room when I returned from Surabaya. Apparently there was already a study table shown when the video call at that time.

I looked around the room did not see much change, there was only 1 shirt folded in the mattress. I just realized there are not many things in this room, strange women should keep a lot of things in her room. This room is still like a guest room occupied occasionally by Mama Isna.

I opened the wardrobe, I saw at the base of the wardrobe the goods were still not opened all, the clothes were not much there were only 5 clothes hanging and not until half the closet was filled with clothes folded.

When I was going out I saw a lot of note papers about drawing applications and drawing results, apparently he was learning to make animation. My eyes were locked on one item in the trash, the perfume I gave him. I took the perfume was over, it was quickly finished but I see the perfume still looks full only reduced ¼nya. Why did he throw it away?

Hmmm there is something strange, I finally decided tomorrow morning I have to go to Bandung, how about he does not come home because of anger like my father used to be for a week, so I will not go home, I can't imagine being alone at home with no friends for a week. Especially now that Maura is not willing to escape from him, I am sure that Maura was told to choose will definitely choose to sleep with Hasna rather than with me now.

After dawn I finally left for Bandung, only took 2.5 hours of travel because it was still morning. Upon arriving at the house I saw her playing with Maura, I decided to stay in the car to see her activities with Maura, she looked like a house girl who was feeding her sister. Very simple with hair tied back and house clothes. I just realized the feeling of pleasure by just looking at his face. Last morning I saw his face that looked glum and upset. Now the melancholy no longer seemed to have turned back into a cheerful Hasna, seeing her in house clothes so it made me remember when she did a battle dance with the Rain.

This girl is a fantastic baby…. Uhuw.... I wanna dance ..dance.dance...