Mother to My Son

I like you

Hasna has known Arkhan's character for a long time, he is a man who does not like pleasantries both in speaking and in body expression. As he shows it now.

“What does kang show mean?” Hasna felt the need for clarity. He felt he was not designing any show.

“So the happy household show your husband showed?” Arkhan snorted short. Hasna smiled apparently not only she was shocked by her husband's attitude. Would everyone think like Arkhan Hasna thought.

“Hmm is that rich show? Doesn't a husband really have to appreciate his wife?” answer Hasna plain.

Arkhan shook his head. “You have always been naive .. never thought that the person had ulterior intent in doing the action.. With the drama of a husband who loves his wife so much people will love him” Arkhan smiled cynically.

Hasna bengong then she laughs “Haahahaha akang mah jealous aja..hahahaha well aja ahh aja ahh emang I thought would make a drama or not that important I was seneng so impromptu actress… when else would anyone call me a precious woman.on stage again” Hasna laughed while pushing Arkhan.

“Dahhh ah I want to enter later in search of Mas Reza again.. Outside of the cold ginih” Hasna instantly felt her arms that felt like ice. “Hatchhiiiii.. “ Arkhan turned his head and looked at Hasna's white-looking sleeves as he did not want to be silent.

“You already know the cold allergy, wear a dress like this model..The aura looks more and more” Arkhan release his suit and attach to Hasna's shoulder, several night activities during the organization made him regret that Hasna had a cold allergy. “Ehhh... it's okay.. I want to go in aj” Hasna tried to refuse Arkhan's handing suit. “Pake aja later you are sick again.. has become a movie star impromptu trus runny idung bashful” said Arkhan Short.

“Heheheh kang was also a shame clamps-clamps fit called wifey please stand up... rich girls high school who can be recognized from his team on the basketball court while shouting loudly… HASNA I LOVEEE YOU..hahahhahaha” Hasna giggled at that. Apparently the euphoric feeling because Reza's statement on stage still makes her feel flowery.

“Most of your dreams tuh... hence easy to dibulin” Arkhan menoyor Hasna's head, Hasna laughs “Dikibulin for no pussy mah not okay..Obsens real weeee” Hasna stick out his tongue, he said, the chat that they have been doing for a long time like when they were in college.

“Luaaar mataaa.. it turns out there is a reunion here” heard the cynical voice of Arcy, Hasna immediately looked back as Reza stood with a cold face staring at him. Hasna was immediately shocked, so excited to chat with Arkhan he forgot that he was going to look for Reza.

“Ehhh Mas I was looking for did not meet so just go out of the room looking for air, have a chat.. Want to go home now?” Hasna approached Reza who remained standing still. As Hasna neared Reza's gaze was directed at the Arkhan suit she was wearing. “Ehh yes... it was done in a cold suit... briefly” Hasna turned around while opening the suit and gave it to Arkhan. “Kang is his suit thanks.. sorry to trouble”.

Arcy, standing halfway between Reza and Arkhan, seizes the opportunity by stepping on Hasna's long dress to sweep the floor. Hasna immediately staggered and almost fell to her knees “Arrgghhhh....” fortunately Arkhan swiftly held her back.

Seeing Arkhan holding Hasna's body, Reza immediately stepped forward and pulled Arkhan's hand from Hasna's shoulder. “Lepassss…. Don't touch my wife” Hasna was surprised she heard Reza's voice sounding furious and upset. “Mas.... It's okay.” Hasna immediately held Reza's hand, she did not want any commotion. Hasna then stood up and looked at Arcy, knowing that she had stepped on the end of her dress on purpose.

“Hehehe sorry, my eyes did not see clearly so I accidentally stepped on his shirt.hahaha I think I've mostly drank” Arcy laughed cynically. Hasna can only resist the growl “Indeed if it's OLD the eyes become myopic chicken if it's been night-night” he said quickly. Arcy immediately glared and was already about to advance with clenched hands.

“KITA GO HOME NOW” Reza pulled Hasna's hand fast so it almost made her stagger. Arkhan could only stare intently at Hasna who seemed to be walking dragged in high heels. “Masss... don't be pulled like this” cried Hasna as she was about to enter the room. Reza stopped and took a breath, he tried to control himself. In the Ballroom there are still many invited guests from the company.

“Mas I met nyariin but did not meet, do not be angry so atuuuh” Hasna looked down sad. Reza's hands tried to calm her husband. “You always act as you please” said Reza short and stepped inside the Ballroom room, Hasna can only follow Reza from behind now is not the time to argue. He knows he is wrong.

In the park Arcy and Arkhan left behind seemed to measure each other's circumstances. Arcy, the first to immediately think of finding an ally's opportunity, saw Arkhan's expression that disliked Reza's yelling and saw Hasna being dragged away.

“His cup of reunion with ex at this party” Arcy approaches Arkhan with a sweet smile trying to bring out the charm he has. “There are no former terms in friendship” replied Arkhan short re-worn suit that Hasna had returned.

Arcy approached Arkhan and became familiar with tidying up Arkhan's suit, “I didn't know that it turns out that lady hick is a lot of her fans as well but let her taste, please, dear I do not like young men who are not yet established” Arcy smiles seductively “but it seems we can help each other … you can get back her udik friend and I get back soulmate back” Arcy rubbed Arkhan's suit while blinking her eyes.

As Reza and Hasna re-enter the Ballroom room, they approach Papa Ardy and his friends, they all seem to still enjoy tonight, the entertainment of the Escort Band seemed to enliven the atmosphere. Hasna can no longer enjoy tonight, Reza's wry face every look at her makes it even more uncomfortable. His nose began to run, the air in the Ballroom was getting cold and wanted to feel like rubbing his arms to be a bit warm, but that meant his hands would be more clearly visible to others.

Reza stood close to the air conditioner, trying to be with Reza was tormenting him. Hasna tried to smile and feel stale, but mostly she did not understand what they were talking about. Not a matter of language but the content of material that he did not know sitting his case, which feels now is his body that feels shivering cold. “Mas I want to sit next to there” said Hasna quietly, Reza just looked at her coldly, not saying a word from her, really contrasting with what she said an hour ago.

Hasna walked slowly towards the table closest to her, her head already beginning to feel dizzy. Suddenly he remembered what Arkhan said that Reza's attitude was just a show so that people feel impressed with the image of a happy couple. It is as easy as happiness evaporates just because it talks to the opposite sex that it does not like.

Arkhan did not expect that Hasna had a rival in her marriage, he was getting older than Hasna, especially when he saw it was pulled by Reza so that he walked to stagger. During this time he always saw Hasna as a free and free woman to express herself, only tonight did he see Hasna feeling intimidated to follow and submit to men who treated her like property.

Inside the Ballroom room in the distance he saw Hasna trying to follow Reza who seemed engrossed in talking to his colleagues without paying attention to his wife. Her feelings grew even more upset when she saw Hasna who was trying to smile while occasionally trying to wipe her arm. She must have felt cold and her husband seemed to be unconcerned. When Hasna was seen then sitting at the table in the middle of the Ballroom room, Arkhan was finally powerless not to approach.

Hasna who saw Arkhan trying to approach him immediately shook her head, she gestured for Arkhan to move away. Arkhan immediately stopped he understood that Hasna did not want him to approach, his heart felt sad to see the younger brother who used to be with him in the organization activities looked pale but trying to look okay. He has to stop this. He saw Reza was still busy talking with guests who seemed reluctant to go home. Some of them even dance to the rhythm of the music played by the band live.

“Sorry Mas Reza..” Arkhan approached Reza and greeted him from the side, Reza turned his head and looked coldly like he did not care about the man who greeted him. “Excuse me can I interrupt for a moment, I need to talk with Reza.. urgent condition” because Reza seemed to not care about it finally Arkhan cut off the conversation with guests from China who seemed engrossed in talking.

Finally Reza set his sights on “What do you need?” tanyanya brief. “I know there was a misunderstanding, I offered a jacket to Hasna because she was cold no purpose whatsoever, she initially refused because she would look for you. Please don't think assortment” Arkhan is trying to talk nicely, but Reza is already in dislike mode and looks unconcerned “I guess there's nothing to clarify..it's none of your business to take care of Hasna” Reza and then turn your eyes away from Arkhan to return to his guests.

“But that is not the way to torture his own wife so that she can get sick from the cold. Maybe because he just knew him did not know that Hasna had a cold allergy, he would not be strong with air ac or air passing from 10 pm” Arkhan said loudly, saying, stop Reza who will step up leaving him. “If you don't get him out of here soon, I'll take him home.. No matter what people will think of this as a cheap show from a man to a woman who is married”.

Reza looked at Arkhan with an angry look, Arkhan's last words managed to trigger his anger. If only there were no invited guests here maybe he would have dragged the man out of the room. Hasna who saw Arkhan approaching Reza already felt there would be a showdown, initially he would let it be because not necessarily they would be fighting maybe Arkhan would just leave home. But once he saw Reza who turned and looked at Arkhan with annoyance he knew that his upperclassman had already pecked the flames of contention with Reza.

“Mas... mas.. “ Hasna called Reza who turned her head and saw how pale Hasna's face was. “Mas I want to go home.. if Mas Reza is still a long time I go home by taxi only well it's okay kan” Hasna said weakly, so I'm happy, he tried to endure the cold that had started to make him dizzy and made his hands tremble. “Why you?” Reza looked shocked, Hasna just looked pale but when she saw his wife's hand look trembling she realized that Hasna looked miserable.

“If there is still much to talk about I go home first is okay right? There is a driver Papa Ardy who accompanies..I will not use a taxi.I promise” Hasna immediately remembered that Reza most do not like it if he uses public transportation. Reza immediately opened his coat and closed it on his wife's arm. “You sit down for a while.I say goodbye to Papa and the guests” Reza led Hasna to sit at the table. Arkhan just stared and then walked away, as Hasna sat down he looked at Arkhan who was still staring at him with a worried look.

Hasna gestured with her hand to signify Ok while smiling weakly, knowing that Arkhan was worried about her. As Hasna and Reza walked in tandem leaving the Ballroom room there were two pairs of eyes fixedly staring at the two as they walked. Arcy with his cynical gaze and Arkhan with a worried look, both of them felt discomfort at different camps. One is a stronghold of hatred while the other is a stronghold of helplessness to protect the women who used to always be with him.

Inside Hasna's car immediately spread herself, her ears were ringing, her fists were heavy. There was a feeling of nausea, it seems that as long as he held back earlier he felt a cold. “Why don't you say you have a cold allergy. If you know you have a cold allergy, don't choose such a shirt... “ Reza still spoke in an annoyed tone, Hasna already had no more energy to answer.

“I became like a stupid man in front of your friend.. Just because he knows you better makes him entitled to threaten me” Reza still feels angry and hit the steering wheel with annoyance, the anger that was held makes his head feel hot.

“Sorry …. I. I was wrong…. I'm sorry I always can't be offset Mas Reza there.. make the show interrupted... Mas Reza is right... I always act as if” Hasna is holding back her sadness.. He felt that his current physical condition was really weak, unable to control. There were no tears at the end of his eyes, but he did not want to look weak behind the body looking at the car window while leaning his head.

It turns out who said Cinderella had to wait until twelve pm just changed into a form of ash. The clock still showed eleven nights less but he felt he had returned to being a Hasna, the drama of the show he had been following had closed the screen.

It might be true what Arkhan said just now he thought, that all of that is not a sincere greeting from a husband to his wife but part of the politics of a company leader who has a happy family so it is worth building the trust of his clients.

He turns out to be just a naive Hasna who believes the show's screenplay that he doesn't know….