Mother To Oi

Fourteen

Musas.

I said “Don't wrinkle your eyebrows so miss. Later you stroke" as Meta said when he first met him in PAUD.

Gosh darn. I think about it again, again and again. I even cursed myself.

Starting a relationship with Fani I think can be a substitute for Meta. But in fact let alone a day, for a second my mind was fixed on Meta. Haahh.

After laying Oi down, I also lie down. My gaze looked up at the ceiling again imagining Meta and her husband this morning. They laughed and I envy their mood.

“Pelet what is he using?” I screamed in obscurity in the bathroom. I was embarrassed to hear Assistant or to hear Oi.

Meta.... Even repeatedly the list of bad Meta I read.

God forgive the servant. My speech.

After I got dressed, I checked my phone. I was so surprised by the writing of “10 missed calls" quickly my hand clicked on it. All from Meta. Haaaa..... Meta again.

The more often Oi meets Oi, the more likely I will also get closer to Meta.

Musas..... Focus on Fani.

Every foot I step I repeatedly mention Fani. But Meta is still in my mind.

My decision is round. Stay away from Meta.

Just finished praying magrib, Fani has called.

“Sweetest we dinner ya”

I was breathing.

“I've been in the cafe. I've also shared the location" quickly my hand checked my sponge. It's true what he said.

“OK I'll be there" I said. I quickly left Oi and went to see Fani.

Thirty minutes, I've arrived.

Meta.

After driving Oi home, I went straight home.

“Assalamualaikum..”.

“Waalaikumussalam my future wife" said Bima while opening the door.

I gawked, surprised to know.

“kok his expression is that?” ask Bima.

“Kok you here?” much

“Mau silaturahmi aja" he said. With a small smile occasionally.

“Feelings this morning have met" I said still standing in front of him.

“That's been delaan jam” while punching into his watch then “eight hours it feels five thousand years if it's with you" he said. I just smiled then “You started naughty ya” with a soft voice.

“Say....” says Bima.

“Sya?” I asked while putting on an expression of not understanding.

“Sayang” said as he handed out a bouquet of roses.

“This is for my future wife" he said, handing over the bouquet.

Not taking it, Bima already put his face right in front of me. “Cium du” said.

I just laughed then “You're kidding right?” my many.

“I'm serious" he said. His eyes look into my eyes. Instantly I pangling my face which is only a few inches away with the face of Bima.

“I don't like this" I said.

Bima just smiled. “Sorry dear” said

As I thought, tonight, Mama and Aunt Nova talked about our proposal.

Ah.happy.

“So when is the proposal?” ask Bima as we start eating. My heart beats faster.

“Front month" said mom while looking at Bima and me.

“Not a tadpetan mah..” much more. I don't know what's on my mind

“This has been calculated" said aunt Nova then continued “Mama has been impatient carrying grandchildren" he said slightly chuckling.

Bima even smiled widely.

“Why not next week?” ask Bima. This time I want to explode.

“Bima can't wait? Wh why? afraid Meta taken people" seduce mom.

“Haahaaa..have been impatient" he said.

After dinner, I went straight to my room, laid my body on top of my career and five minutes later, my hand grabbed my phone. Eagerly, I immediately contacted Ninda.

“Hallo. Assalamualaikum” my word.

“Waalaikumussalam" replied Ninda.

“Nin.....So, I want to confat” I said.

“Curhat aja. Both of my ears are ready. Whatever it is”

“So...”.

“What's so? So what-papa?” ask Ninda.

I laugh. Then “Pas came home, I met Oi”

“Yes Allah, you vent it doang?”

“Ga. So, Mr. Moses is a widower. I just found out that his wife doesn't exist" I said.

“Continue?You want to be his wife?” ask Ninda. With the spirit of four five I immediately said “Ga would. I am ogah aja you want ajuin cv for taarufan” I said.

I heard Ninda sigh.

“Gue wants to. But don't you know the validity of” then continue “Serius? Do you want her? But Met, from his movements, Mr. Moses has a crush on you"

“Do not carelessly. I want fiancee” I said.

“Tests. Mr. Musa was very radiant, if you talk to you"

“What's new? Earlier, Mr. Moses was strangely warm. I am suspicious. Don't let him be of double character"

“Met, you want to vent or gibahin him?” ninda Protest.

“Mau vent. So I'm going to propose. Next month" I said. As I heard, Ninda had already prepared a thousand questions.

“Serious?”

“Ama who?”

“Ama Milky. The guy I was telling you about" after my meeting with Bima, I quickly told Ninda about it.

“Met, you need to ngawur”

“Lo ga happy?” my many.

“Lo really want to marry am Bima?” Ninda asked back.

“Iya I'm serious” but since Ninda asked me if I was serious, I'm more hesitant.

“But....” long enough for Ninda to continue.

“But?” much

“Whatever lo” then continue “Met, you should keep your distance ama Oi"

“Why?”

“Ntar, Mr. Musa so in lo as the mother continued Oi"

“Do not carelessly lo. I might not have married her. Ga possible.”

“Met, but actually, sir Moses once asked you"

“What's it?” ask again.

“Ice....Lo curious?”

“Ga" I said. Although I'm curious, too.

“Met, I'm called ama bokap. Bye"

I take off my phone, I'm the first one face down, now on my back.

I'm thinking again about next month's engagement and about Oi.

I let out a breath. Meta don't think too much about this. I said.