Mother to My Son

My Mother for my Son

During the discussion process with the wedding planner, Reza wrote more and focused on making telephone communications with outsiders. Hasna could only take a breath, because every time Reza asked just said

“Arrange just”

“So you”

“I follow aja”

“Pak..” says Hasna

“Pak...” Hasna repeated her words

“Bapak Reza Ardiansyah Bratadireja”

Then Reza turned his face and faced Hasna

“If you are busy, do not force yourself.. Father please meet” said Hasna Brief. Frankly he felt annoyed for a long time, he had forced himself to coordinate with the WO but who made plans even busy himself.

“How about this, I provide a list of wedding venues, invitation designs, building decoration themes, catering vendors and MUA to choose from, for example, if there is already a picture can contact me” Angel mediate the communication deadlock.

Hasna was silent, her mind was full. He had absolutely no people to discuss with, coupled with the burden of having left work unfinished.

“Yes maybe it's better” said Reza.

“Alright, here are some brochures and materials that Mbak Hasna and Mbak Reza can choose, some later I will email to Mas Reza so that it can be discussed with Mbak Hasna” continued Angel.

Finally the discussion with the WO could end at 2 pm, Hasna knew that Reza had a meeting schedule at 3.

In the elevator Hasna just silent, her hands full of materials and brochures from the WO side no effort from Reza to help ease the burden of the luggage. He was just busy and busy sending messages on his phone.

Ting. 7 Floor

“Mas Reza..”

Hasna suddenly called Reza who was engrossed in writing a message on her HP. Reza lifted his face and...

“Please design the wedding you want to do.. I WANT TO JUST” Hasna gave all the materials and brochures she handled by force into the hands of Reza while being pushed slightly until some fell in the elevator.

The elevator left in a hurry and went straight into the toilet. From earlier that felt in his chest just tight and wanted to cry but was held back because he did not want to look weak.

As soon as he entered the toilet, Hasna cried with the strongest possible voice.

“Who wants to get married as soon as this”

“If he wants to get married quickly well he's the one who designed everything”

“Why even I must bear the burden he designed”

“What does it have to be like this if the couple is going to get married it”

“Why do others seem happy when designing a wedding”

“This is his fault where”

“Why I confused myself”

All those thoughts flashed through Hasna's mind. He then tried to control himself, if he wanted to be followed for 1 hour he cried and eventually even swollen eyes. Shameful to see a friend in the office.

Quickly washed his face, slightly red his eyes looked like they had just been crying. He took the tap water and compressed it into his eyes slowly. Finally decided to go down to the ground floor, he just remembered that he had not had time to pray Duhur.  Fortunately the mushola was empty, and when he came out of Mushola the clock had shown 2.45, his cell phone turned off immediately, he did not want to have a conversation with anyone at this time.

Immediately enter the room, and then report to Bu Rica.

“Sorry ma'am, a little while ago meeting with Mr. Rezanya” he only showed a little head on the door of the room Bu Rica, who looked briefly and then fell silent, he just looked at the door, he seemed to be talking but was then arrested and just nodded his head. He did get a notification that the meeting with GM was pushed back to 3 o'clock, meaning Hasna was just with Mr. Reza.

Hasna continued to make evaluation reports when the voices of Mas Arya and Mbak Maytha came into the room, but she just kept quiet and tried not to attract attention.

At 5 o'clock Hasna has completed some reports, he has not prayed ashar. Immediately cleared the table, Bu Rika has not come out of the meeting room, Mas Arya and Mbak Maytha still seem busy. Without bringing face to their cubicles Hasna immediately went home first.

“Mas Arya.. Mbak Hasna I went home first well, kind of not feeling well. Want all Ashar prayers first under.”

“Yow”

“Ya ttdj”

That's all it sounds like. Thank goodness Hasna didn't have to show her disheveled face to them. He was not worried about meeting Reza in the elevator because the meeting with the managers was not finished.

Arriving in Hasna's room immediately spread her body on the mattress, her head felt throbbing.  Need to calm himself after the emotional vapour was on Reza, actually he had tried to change the mood by making a joke-joke dime but it was very difficult to face Reza.

After the Magrib Hasna prayer immediately decided to sleep, he did not want to think of anything. His brain capacity may have reached a limit in thinking about new things that he had never experienced. Like emotional turbulence, going up and down and down really drains energy. And not how long he fell asleep.

At 11:30 Hasna woke up, her head felt a little lighter, only her eyes felt heavy. He felt his stomach felt very hungry, he had missed dinner, his stomach had to be filled something so that his condition improved.

And it turns out that there is only cereal and milk in the refrigerator, all instant food is exhausted, no matter what is important the stomach can be filled. While eating slowly Hasna remembered that she turned off her phone how if Mama called or Kak Angga, it would be noisy.

Opened the bag and turned on the phone, it immediately sounded like the sound of a terrererererere shot…. Hehehe was also a fan club that sent messages.

And the most miss call is Mr. Reza there are 10 miss calls, then Mama twice. The opening of the message window and the record for the most messages is still Mr. Reza, then there are messages from Mama, and the rest are groups of friends whose content is only unclear posts.

The opening of a message from Mama who asked if she was healthy, had eaten and finally concluded that Hasna must have been sleeping because the gap was not lifted. Hasna immediately replied and told me that she went straight to sleep and just woke up, said good night and said everything was fine. If only Hasna wanted to say that she was not well.

Viewed the message from Mr. Reza, opened do not open do not, finally decided to read the message there are 7 messages.

“Where are you? What”

“I want to talk first, wait for me after meeting”

“Home home?

“Thank you my phone wants to talk”

“I'm in front of the hostel, get off I want to talk”

“Don't be childish, solve the problem well”

Hasna was in no mood to reply and talk to Reza, her feelings still mixed. Just now he keeps his cell phone in bed, immediately reads. It looks like it's 12:15 who's calling these nights.

And it turns out that stubborn man called back.

“Yeah Hasna” thought "if you read a read notification message will be seen by him, it's worth it he's directly on the phone".

Looking at the phone screen with a blank look, he really did not want to talk to this person. There is no energy to be able to argue and not want to hear any words from him. All messages sent by Reza were command and command. The reject button and stored the phone back on the bedside table.

I heard an incoming message notification. Judging from Mr. Reza back, completely unyielding this one human.

“I want to talk to you, but if you don't want to talk it's okay. Tomorrow we talk, now sleep well so that tomorrow fresh”

Hasna smiled cynically, why in the message she sent was only one way, not asking anything about her, and how she responded to the incident. It seemed that he was already as ordinary as that, thinking from his side without thinking about the other side.

After the Isya prayer, Hasna decided to go straight to sleep again. Tomorrow he will not enter the office first, it is better to complete the report from the hostel so that his mind is calmer. This is the last job anyway. He must make an analysis in his report so that it requires concentration and focus in the process.

The next day Hasna immediately sent a message to Bu Rika asking permission not to enter because it was not healthy but promised to work on the report. Ms. Rika asked Hasna not to think too much about the report and focus on taking a break. Hasna just smiled, she did not know that the reason was just common sense in order to be more calm at work. No matter what with the pay cut, after all this will be the last salary he has.

During the work HP shut down, he did not care if Reza would call or send messages, anyway the report he made for the progress of his office as well. At least Hasna's advantage is to stabilize her emotional state.

At 12 according to office hours for rest, Hasna stopped working, this morning she just had breakfast cereal again and it was all over. Inevitably he had to go out to buy lunch or order in an online application. Jakarta air is too hot when the afternoon out to buy food better he ordered online only.

Turned on Hp and returned many incoming message notifications, Darth Vader, Mbak Maytha, Mas Arya, and Bu Rica. First of all, the message from Bu Rica was worried that something was important.

Rika : “I was called Mr. Reza, it turns out you will get married next month. Congratulations, Hasna, why didn't you tell me? Or is it still a secret? Mr GM asked me to start reducing the assignment on you because you have to start preparing for the wedding, you want to stop? It's a pity that it's hard to find a TnD staff like you. But its your choice anyway. Congratulations yes, I am happy.”

“This person, just want to make a decision”. Hasna shook her head again. It is very difficult to communicate two ways with Reza, the way he made decisions is still authoritarian.

Maak Maytha “ Hasnaaaa.. gilak loe want to mate ngeduluin gw.. sialaaan really gw overtake again.. pantesan loe do not enter, afraid to spray gw yah...hahahhaa anyway congratulations ya beib… I’m happy for you. fyi : Arya is very sad he said there is no more coffee for him.hahaha tell him to marry barista”

Hasna laughs she will lose a lot of work atmosphere with Mbak Maytha nyablak but very supportive.

Mas Arya “Do not use pain all the time to tell you want to marry, say it frankly, I will also not hurt. Btw before you mate, I ask for a good coffee dripper, so as not to lose your delicious homemade coffee. Congrats ya”

Simple but elegant, this one gap is suitable to be an idol of teenagers. Dear Hasna has no taste, just try if there is a similar vibration she rich life will not be this complicated, thought Hasna.

Darth Vader, there are 3 messages from him.

“Sick what”

“Semenyust it's me to make you sick and don't want to talk”

“Good meal, I send your favorite food”

Hasna smiled wryly, between feeling pity and still feeling annoyed mixed in her mind. There are 3 misscalls back from Reza in his cellphone, at 9, 10 and 11.30 apparently he is a firm stand if in calling. Send food well, good luck not messaging on the app.

Hasna went down to the 1st floor, and there was a Pak Tono security guard who was as comfortable as a smile, hmm rich food has come.

“Sick he said well Non Hasna, I became part of the ration continues if Non Hasna eat at home. Thank you well, this is the deposit of food” he said while giving pelastik containing food dus.

“Iya sir is not feeling well, Mr. Tono has got rations too right? Thank you Pak” said Hasna, taken pelastik food was seen there are several boxes. A lot of people tell me what he is.

“Hmmm this rib soup, this is rice, this is hodgepodge, this is rujak... weiiis there is rujak all tumben, this is what...wh pudding” when opening the food box in the room, Hasna immediately smiled happily. Apparently he knew that Hasna melted most easily when given food.

And this afternoon was passed with carefree and happy, it turns out the bad mood effects of less sugar and PMS. Hasna just realized it this afternoon, pantesan yesterday she wants to go berserk and cry only PMS anyway.

The afternoon finally finished the report perfectly in Hasna's eyes, complete and perfect. At least it's a shame that he'll turn it over to Miss Rica. Hufft was relieved that part of the burden of the world had been lifted.

Because not praying finally Hasna decided to fall for a while which led to closed eyes. It turns out to be tired…

Hasna woke up when the phone rang, she saw the clock .. Ow My God has been 6.30 hours long also he fell asleep almost 2 hours, the effect of lack of sleep from last night. Seen by the phone that from earlier rang, Darth Vader hadeuuh what else Om still keukeuh aja neleponin trus.

“Halo Assalamualaikum” Hasna replied briefly.

“Waalaikum greetings. Finally lifted too.. lama very angry”.

“You what Pak”

“My drop is in front of an” kost

“I just woke up”

“Well come down to wake up or just dream is also up, I will not go home before you go down”

Hasna sighed.

“Ya whatever, I want to clean your face first, if you are strong waiting.. Wait aja” PMS effect was still there, this annoyance has not disappeared.

Hasna immediately picked up a towel and took a quick shower, put on a casual shirt and pigtail her hair, then took a jacket, the air felt cold when it had taken a shower but at least felt fresh.

When outside he saw Reza's car parked in front of the boarding house, near him the car and saw Mr. Reza sitting on the driver's seat, tumben did not use the driver thought. The car window.

“Masuk” said Reza when opening the window.

Hasna spied the car and opened the side of the passenger. Go in and sit quietly.

“Use seatbealt” says Reza brief.

“Eh... go where this, I do not bring wallet” Hasna immediately shocked, he only wears home sandals and casual clothes, do not think will go out far from the boarding.

“We had dinner trus looking for wedding ring” Reza said.

“Aaaahhhh…. I don't wear real clothes…. It's wearing slippers home anyway, this clothes only wear clothes home, aaakuuu do not want..

Reza just glanced at Hasna

“Ah neat kok.. ngapain must be very beautiful, later there are many more lyrics, besides you will want to find a wedding ring, people will not protest a lot to see your makeup..

“Oraaaang this thickens Yes Allah arrrggggggghhhhh”