Mother to My Son
arrival of parents karin 2
Hasna POV's
TOT Phase 2 activities designed for almost 3 weeks back went well, implementation for 3 days in a row in 3 different places quite draining energy and mind.
Fortunately, the implementation of TOT last day can be completed at exactly 3 pm, because there are fewer participants at the Bekasi Factory than in Tangerang. It means I can go home faster, it feels like this burden is lifted already.
One thing I haven't finished yet is the clothes for the engagement day, instead of not prioritizing but indeed no time at all. For 2 days yesterday always up to the boarding house at 8 pm and it is impossible to find clothes at that hour.
In Jakarta there are many malls, the problem is first time to look very narrow, second I am not a person who is familiar with the Mall in Jakarta, looking for clothes in Bandung is very rare, most only looking for college clothes can be found at the outlet. Now the problem is looking for clothes for engagement is different from everyday clothes, if looking in Bandung must be a specific place.
Finally I can only resign, at most later wear kebaya graduation time first, it is not a problem anyway they will not know if the shirt was ever worn at graduation.
After the ashar prayer I went straight to the parking lot looking for office drivers who had delivered this morning to the factory in Bekasi, but the Avanza car that was delivered this morning was not visible, has not come or gone yet.
“Bu Hasna” heard a call from the back. It turned out that Mr. Agus was coming.
“Pak Agus came here this morning I have been delivered with Mr. Haris who brought the office car, usually already there but now where is the car?”
“Owhhh... Yes Mom, the Father told me to pick up the mother because she wanted to go directly to the fitting place for the Saturday event, he said, so I told Haris to go home first to the office” Pa Agus rushed to walk towards Alphard's car parked behind the factory car.
“Hmm always make a decision without informing first, but thankfully it was confused also looking for clothes where” thought I was
“Pak Arya won't go home together Bu?” ask Mr. Agus
“Mas Arya was carrying a motorbike because it will directly meet with his friends who live in Bekasi” said me
“Pak Agus why call me Mom now? It feels so old” my question, from earlier it feels awkward turns out to be just consciously called mother continues.
“Kan soon Bu Hasna will be married to Mr. Reza, so I also have to call the same mother Bu Hasna, Mr. Reza also likes to be angry if I call Mr. ma'am.
“Can't call Hasna alone or Neng deh, if in Bandung the same younger women like to be called Eneng”
“Hehehe unusual ma'am, it feels impolite, I worry later considered impolite, I know Bu Hasna the person is not stiff, I know, but the Big Lady and the Master are very disciplined and obedient to courtesy and politeness.please apologize well Ms. Hasna I will call with the call of Mother even though she is still young” said Mr. Agus with a smile.
“It is okay if it is a rule and if it is not like it will make it difficult for Mr. Agus, I follow it.”, I replied weakly.
“I want to sleep well Sir, these eyes feel really sleepy, sorry not nemenin Mr. Agus chat”kataku
“Wah I am even happy if Bu Hasna can rest, meaning I am useful to pick up mother to Bekasi, please Bu rest first, because we will go directly to the Boutique, because we will go directly to the Boutique, Mr. Reza will be waiting there”
And without waiting any longer in less than five minutes my eyes instantly closed perfectly. Mumpung picked up with people we know, well we have used it, different business if with the office driver, because we do not know, worried very sleep mangap can spread disgrace throughout the office I thought.
It turns out that the trip to Bekasi Jakarta when returning home office takes a long time if the hours return from the office. Though it should be a trip from Jakarta to Bekasi which is usually jammed but this is actually the opposite.
I woke up when the car had entered Jakarta, the clock has shown 6.05 hours which means it takes 2 hours. Because it was leaving at 4, what tumben because of the rain well, until it was not aware of the rain on the trip so deep.
“His bread is far sir from the office?” much
“Lumayan Bu.. if it does not rain it is usually about 30 minutes if it is stuck usually 45 minutes but because it is now raining so it can be 1 hour”
“Owh ok.. I intend only to be in the Plural praying magribnya” said I.
The stomach was already hungry, lunch was only eaten a little because the participants chose to condense the material to finish faster, so it was only eating the side dish so that it could prop up the stomach. And now the effect feels very hungry, hadeuh hopefully not to sound, embarrassed.
7 Hours less 5 Pak Agus seemed to enter the house with a large gate and on the front wall there is a letter with a large and antique-looking symbol S and V. This is apparently an exclusive shopping place.
“Pak Reza has arrived Bu, the car is already there” said Mr. Agus
“Owh thank God, I don't think it must choose a model like what” said
Quickly I take the pouch where the make up, get into the exclusive place with the face shining oil and lipstick that has faded is not recommended. If it's for myself, I don't really care much but it's about dealing with other people, imagine the mind of the owner of the Boutique when he saw the woman who will be the daughter-in-law of the family Pak Reza his face was oily and shabby hihihi.
When entering into the cold and fragrant air Boutique immediately greeted me, hmmm really far with ordinary shopping. There were only 2 cars in front of Mr. Reza's car and it turned out that there were only 2 women who were looking at clothes in whispers while looking at the sofa on the floor middle.
And it turns out that the center of attention is Snowman who is playing the phone and pad without paying attention to his environment. Try if I sit across from him if he'll notice.
I took a position opposite him, and while playing hape I noticed him, now he only wears a shirt without a tie and a suit. Apparently he took off all the suits and ties when he finished from the office, his blue shirt rolled all the way down the elbow. His face looked seriously at the pad and did not pay attention in the other direction.
Occasionally his forehead seemed wrinkled and his lips then moved in a frown. And immediately doodled on his pad with great pressure as to exert the mind of the soul and body on his writing. Now exhaling a long breath, hmmm is having a lot of problems like that.
He moved to pick up the cup and drink his tea, then looked at the watch, then looked towards the door and looked back at the pad. Geez does he consider me as big as an elephant is just a chair accessory. It had been almost 10 minutes sitting opposite him and he had not looked at me in the slightest. Truly a man with horse glasses.
I finally decided to send a message. Waiting for 2 minutes then he looked towards his phone.
“Many problems Sir, it seems that his life burden is very heavy” wrote me
“What does that mean? This I've waited more than 30 minutes kok still not until” reply
“I have waited more than 10 minutes in front of Father but not asked around” I wrote
He immediately raised his face and an annoyed look was immediately visible.
“You've been sitting there, why keep quiet, why not just say that you've arrived. It's strange that I've waited more than 30 minutes than before, not to mess around” he said loudly
“Piss Mr... I just want to know how scanning the Father on the environment, I was not aware well from earlier there were 2 women who pay attention to the Father continue, but the Father did not look at them, pantesan Mr. has no partner for many years” said me
“You always speak the origin without thinking about it” he said while standing up leaving me
“Ehh don't get angry dong Pak.. Mr. is very irritable sih” said me while following him.
“Mba Astri... This Hasna has come, can be shown the collection”.
“Waaah this was the candidate Mr. Reza, still young and beautiful and natural once people” said the woman called Astri by Mr. Reza
Natural is another word of the simple look as it is, no glamour and I can only smile thinly “Da I am all or Maak Astri is just an ordinary employee who keiban home so GM” wife I thought while giving the sweetest smile I can make.
“Does the show have a specific theme?” ask Ma'am Astri
“That is to say maybe made in an outdoor or indoor setting, dresscode that comes with special colors like white or green?”
“Owh does not exist, just a regular meeting event between 2 families at home only, no dresscode is special” I replied
“Dresscodenya clothes in each cupboard just” connect me while laughing and it seems Madame Astri who is stylist and youthful does not understand fresh jokes like Cak Lontong Kari.
“I mean” asked with an understanding gaze.
“No means anything.. I can see Mbak existing collection” connect me quickly rather than having to at length explain the crisp humor.
“Serah” replied while continuing to look to HP.
I took a breath, for her tomorrow's engagement is a way to get a mother for her children, no ambition and no special desire because I'm not a special woman for her.
“If there are clothes that can be setema between men and women we will choose it”
“Hmmm usually if the clothes are a set of male and female sarimbit was ordered a week at least a week before, but we have some collections that are 1 set, but we have some, let's see if there is a match” said Mbak Astri while stepping into another room.
This boutique occupies a house that every room turns out to have special themes. As I walked I saw a special room holding a night dress.. Looks elegant and beautiful.
In the room prepared for the clothes of the couple I saw several models of clothing consisting of several models. Most batik shirts and women with brocade motifs or modification of traditional and modern kebaya.
“Mbak Hasna is the ideal body well, the size seems to be M so I think it can fit on some of these ready-made clothes, just choose the most preferred model” he said.
“Assistant I will accompany here, once later the model has been selected to be used, I will help immediately, I stay first, I stay first, so that Mbak Hasna can be free to choose him” he said while smiling sweetly full of diplomacy.
I immediately turned my head to look for Mr. Reza and the person in question seemed to be sitting on the sofa still busy with his pad.
“Don't expect him to accompany and be involved a lot, let's finish today's event so we can go home and take a shower”. His face is quite a burden not to be added with the burden of women who whine want to be accompanied by choosing clothes.
I choose 2 pairs of clothes with cream and green toska and it turns out the size fits me, just choose whether Mr. Reza likes the equivalent of his batik clothes.
“Pak clothes have been selected whether you will see batik clothes that you will wear later the color is suitable not?”
“Hmmm I just follow, it's up to you, my size Madam Astri has already hapal” he replied without taking his eyes off the pad.
“Ok.. I choose the green color toska”
“Hmm..” is just the answer.
“Can look towards me goods 2 sec” said
1..2..3.4 only then did he turn his eyes and look at me. His face looked stupefied and silent.
“Ja...don't choose that color” said.
“Why.. Father's word is up to me” I replied insisting
“Whatever the other color but do not color it.. “ he replied again while turning his face.
“Alright I take the cream color just Mbak Astri more match with the batik color is also”, I said while looking at Mbak Astri who just silently looked at us.
“I prepare the clothes first to fit the body of Mbak Hasna, tomorrow afternoon can be taken yah” he said while handing a note to Mr. Reza, we rushed out. The clock had shown 8.30 when we both came out of the boutique, but it turned out that the car that Mr. Agus brought was no longer there.
“Pak Agus where Sir?” much
“I told you to go home first, you came home with me” he said as he opened the driver's door.
“Don't expect him to open the door for you Hasna. It's only in Korean drama” I thought as I opened the door and sat next to him.
Kruiiikkkk.
“Hmmmmm.. ignore pack “ my word, lazy to make reason at length. And he doesn't seem to care either.
On the way we were both just silent and not trying to start a conversation, I was tired of the activity last afternoon and was joined by having to look for clothes for tomorrow's fiancee. Ever since seeing the green kebaya, he looked agitated and kept breathing deeply.
The car stopped at the restaurant that we used to eat, he was really a loyal person at something, there would not be much of a surprise with his habits. We went out without any conversation to offer and choose where to eat.
Sit in the Non Smoking area because many people are eating dinner as well, and it turns out again choose the same menu. And went back into silence while continuing to look at HP without trying to start a conversation.
Finally I had to settle my curiosity, this was our last moment before the day after we got engaged.
“Why you don't like the green color earlier”
“I don't like it” he replied without looking at me
“There must be a clear reason and I know that you do not like it is not without reason?” my insistence
“From yesterday I saw you look restless and several times took a deep breath like a lot of burden in the feeling...why? What's with the green?
He remained silent and chose to look at HP only. I finally stood up and said
“Then like this I better not eat, you just eat with HP tak” said me while taking a bag
“Tas My laptop is stored in your car only, tomorrow morning I bring it in the office”
“Goodnight” I said as I got out of the chair
“Hasna... “ said but I'm still running
“That color... that color is Mitha”'s favorite he said faltered. I stopped and turned to face him.
I saw him looking down and silently did not dare to look at me.
“It's still hard to talk about Bu Mitha with me” my question while approaching and looking at her
He lifted his face and looked at me, and I was stunned we had never looked this close.
The look in his eyes did not emit the slightest light when he looked at me, which seemed only sadness when he saw me.
It was a deep sadness that shook my mind and made me feel sorry.
The man who stood with a sad look seemed to be living in his own world without any love in his heart.
El Muchaco De Los Ojos Tristes
Can I bring happiness into his heart and take away the sadness in his eyes?
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There is one song that fits this story el muchaco de los ojos tristes. Want to know the lyrics of the song.can search on mba yutub.but if necessary just translate the request in the comments.hehehe. If the horror of this song nyelekitnya kehayang deh.. had ah do not be sad later can not love vote again..huru full of tears..hahahahah dwait for comments and likenya also yaa... Babhay.
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