Mother to My Son

Alan's Plan

Hasna and Reza see Emran hitchhiking Rain and Maura, and Reza is a little worried about seeing her son being ridden by Emran, but she tries to put her trust in her son and Emran.

Hasna immediately felt awkward after being left alone with Reza, so far there was never an activity that made the two of them to communicate together. Once actually when diibulin kamvret, until now Reza still did not have the heart to admit the scenario.

I go to the room first, stay the two of them in the living room. Hasna's dizzy looking for talk.

“Bapak want to have coffee? Mas Arya said my coffee makes the most delicious, even though only the coffee nakar only the right .. the rest of the coffee machine that brews if in the office”

“Hmmm .. bile” replied Reza, it turns out Arya is indeed close to Hasna, huftttt seems the coffee machine in the pantry must be removed so that no habit continues.

“You robusta or arabica?” ask Hasna

“You understand also apparently about perkopian” Reza smiles rarely there are women understand the different types of coffee.

“Themen-temen college time likes to make their own coffee steeping, because there is a Lampung child who likes to bring coffee, his name is Dila. Complete deh stock in BPM if he has returned home.. so what do you want?”.

“That you like.. I want to know your taste” replied Reza briefly

“Ehhh even ngetes” said Hasna while going to the kitchen.

　

Reza POVs

I followed Hasna into the kitchen, for some reason the house felt so welcome when this was the first time I came here.

Starting from the moment he came, his sister Hasna who immediately dominated the conversation, and invited the children to directly interact. It was unclear what they were doing was just the screams of Emran and Rain laughing as they played the game.

Then there was the sound of Maura who was angry because he was teased by Emran, it was strange why they seemed to have known children for a long time. Hasna's father was busy chatting about the company. It turns out that he is a lecturer in economics, directly connected because he used to study also in economics because he had to continue Papa's corporate handle. Actually my interest is not in the field of economics more to Civil but because of the pressure in the larger family I gave up the dream in that field, and it turns out studying economics interesting as well.

Lunch is also fun, as is eating with your own family, more crowded than at home actually, which should always be orderly sitting at the table. Hasna and her sister prefer to eat on the carpet while watching TV, Rain and Maura so follow sitting there. It adapts to the place we go. After all, if sitting all at the table is not enough, because the chair is only for 6 people, it seems they are not used to inviting many guests like at home.

The food made by Mama Hasna is delicious, typical home food, interspersed with joking and noisily with her brother. His sister Hasna joined later still looks not too enthusiastic about my presence in his house, he is really a very protective brother to his sister.

Hasna was busy pouring coffee on the coffee drip, looks have been used to roast coffee.

“It is common to make coffee for whom else” askaku

“Ehhh.. Hmm just make it yourself, sometimes for Father and Brother Angga.. do not use sugar right sir. let's be healthy” Hasna give his coffee directly to Reza.

“You want some cake sir? Yesterday Mama made Marble Cake yummy” Hasna to the dining table to cut the cake. Suddenly he screamed

“Kak Angga want to make gaaak coffee?” yells

“You screamed, why not ask directly to his room” scolded me

“Hehehe forgot there was a father.. “ Hasna grinned, because of the cake trus remember her brother who is still busy working.

“Iyaaaa... love sugar little so not too pait” heard Angga scream from the room.

“Maa…. “ Hasna will shout again but immediately look at me and stop, she went straight to her brother's room, geez.

“Mama make cake already sweet so meningan coffee hook aja well?” he said at the door. She was very attentive to her sister apparently.

“Hmm...It is up to you” to hear Angga's answer, they are indeed very close.

“This sir... Mama's cake is delicious, I like the provisions when going home to Jakarta” He cut a large piece of cake, then returned to the kitchen to make coffee for his brother.

A cup of coffee and 2 large pieces of cake were kept on the plate by Hasna and taken to her sister's room. Funny to see him busy making drinks and food for his grumpy brother.

“You are very dear yes with your Brother it” said me

“Ehmm.. Kasian aja still have to work on Sundays, usually he sleeps if wiken, his wealth of work is very much” he replied

“Because you work in Jakarta” my fishing line

“Seneng, friends in my Division are fun, Mas Arya help you a lot, Mbak Maytha also often help the Bu Rika trus not fierce if you tell tau” he replied again

“Indeed who's fierce?” ask me for wonder

“Bapak” answers directly with a frown.

“Owh..ehmm” I immediately misbehaved, apparently for this woman forgiveness does not mean forgetting

“It was just a misunderstanding” I answered briefly.

“You moved the part to the Secretariat, there the work is not too heavy just organizing my bargaining” activities, with Hasna working in that part I can meet her every day.

“NO MAU” answered directly with a glare

“Eh why.. “ the reaction is so shocking.

“My... iaa.. Not fond of administrative work, I like to develop a product.. Most importantly I already love the working environment that is now”

“If you have to handle administrative work, I better just go back to the old project office” he continued

“In addition I do not intend to work long in Jakarta, once the savings have been collected I will continue the lecture S2. I have told Mr.” he said while eating cake with a frown.

“Live college? Won't get married first?” continued me with a smile, he immediately nodded.

“I haven't thought of marrying” the answer is weak

“I did yesterday not mess around” I said

He looked confused and finally replied,

“I don't know Dad, getting married is for me not an activity foyered with other activities, a lifelong commitment”

“Should have a proper reason why to marry someone” she replied straightforwardly

“What because we do not know then do not love each other as in the dramas on TV” I smiled thinly, it seems that the women in front of this too much watching drama.

“Not, maybe there are people who married because they love each other and are destined to be together, maybe there are also people who do not know each other but are destined to be together, he said, but they definitely have a reason it's choosing that path” the answer is too confusing.

“Bapak why invite me to get married? You don't know me, don't know my family but why invite me to get married?” his insistence.. I was so shocked at the question, I didn't think he would dare to argue with me here.

“I think it's time I got married” replied me origin..

“That is not the answer, try to think why you chose me, why not Maytha, or Bu Rica or even Bu Arcy who has always been close to you.. Why me?” he kept pushing me. This kid really likes to corner people.

I was silent looking at him, the tumben he dared to look at me directly, probably because he was in his house, so he had courage.

“Because you can be close to my children, I need a companion to be able to take care of and care for the children” I finally admit

“Father doesn't love me, or like me right?” ask again

“No..ehh. Not yet possible.. we do not know ahead, but I feel happy if you are with the children” replied me.

“At least you already have a reason to invite me to marry” he said

“I don't yet have a good reason to marry you. A pretty strong reason that makes me confident to take the decision to take a lifetime commitment with a man”

“No to this moment” continues again

I smile.. “What a woman” dare to argue,

“When then?” my tokyoo..

‘I don't know..maybe next year, maybe next month, maybe next week, or maybe not even going”.

And this long discussion was cut short by Maura's cries coming from outside. Apparently they've come.

“Papi .. This sleepy Maura “ Rain appears to be holding her sister, who is already crying.

“Tidurkan in the room Kak Hasna ” Hasna seemed to immediately stand and walk towards the room next to the room Angga.

“This sleeps with Papi, I want to go Om Emran for a walk.. Earlier he said he wanted to eatin the high school in Bandung” Rain directly handed over Maura who already looked sleepy.

“Be careful to tell Emran not to speed”

“Yaa dont worry, I am also afraid that I was brought speeding motor” he replied while running. Apparently he felt he had gained a freedom that he never found in Jakarta

I went into Hasna's room, the room was not too big, it seemed she was tidying up her mattress to sleep with Maura.

“Just put to bed, sir.satian if you are late to sleep later like spoiled..Papak if you want to sleep please just.Sheetya new I change koq neti” he said.

“Ok thank you” my eyes do feel sleepy after hearing the argument earlier.

“Who is it?” I pointed at the poster in front of the large 1.5 x 2 m mattress that was clearly visible in front of my eyes. It was definitely a Korean pop star but why was it so big that the poster was framed with black wood.

“Owh... hahahaha GD Oppa” the answer is short

“If he wants to marry me, it is certain I will not want to marry father” he replied while laughing out of the room.

Damn... Hallucinations apparently hit all women in Indonesia.

　

　

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Happy women are simple.. After that it is normal to return to the real world properly and correctly.The important thing is that life must be happy, because if women are happy then the whole house will be happy…. It's gurlz…. Hehehehe thanks for reading my hallucinations. Don't forget likes, comments and votes full of sincerity …. Stay safe and keep productive.

　

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