
📞"When are you home?" Raya's voice rang her son.
Raya got word that the problem in the Japanese company was long over. Rangga should have gone back to Indonesia. But it turns out that until now his son still survives in the land of Sakura.
📞 Finished invitation from Mr. Okada, ma. What was?
📞 No papa, lately mama is feeling unwell. I want to see you, son.
📞 Yes already, ma. I just go home, don't come to Mr. Okada's show.
📞 Uh, Don't dong. Finish your task.
"Mom, here's the coffee." Baras came to deliver coffee orders from his boss.
"Thank you" Raya said.
Barrel out of the superior room. But when in front of the door the Kingdom again called Laras.
"I've noticed your work is good. You're a diligent kid, I love how you work." Puji Raya's.
"Thank you, mom. Excuse me first."
"Wait on! I haven't told you to leave, have I." Raya's still holding Laras out of the room. The woman told the girl to sit on the sofa.
"Tell me about yourself." Redevelopment.
"I? Why, ma'am, I don't have a good story." Barrel Chuckle.
"I want to hear whatever the story takes." Raya remains insistent.
"okay, ma. My name is Larasati. I am the youngest of two brothers. My brother died while working. My mother's name is Mala, she used to have a home cake business. My father died when I was a junior. Just like that, ma'am."
"Your mother made you a cake? May I order your mother's cake."
"Anu, mum. It's not since I got sick. I tried making a cake to help my mother. But not delicious. That's why I quit college and work."
"Ras, you want to help me." Pinta Raya's.
"What help, mom?"
"I want you to be Rangga's wife, my son. I'm dizzy to see Rangga who until now has not been married. Don't be afraid, let me arrange everything. You just take care, if in 6 months you are not suitable, you can ask for a divorce. How's it?"
The barrel swallowed his saliva. It was like a dream with ease Raya asked him to marry Rangga. Laras realized that Rangga could not be willing to be with him, he knew how the man's love for Ina.
"How's it?" Again asking for answers.
"Oh, mom. Excuse me. I know myself, there's no way Mr. Rangga would want to be with me." Laras is still down.
"Ras, think again, son. From the beginning I liked you. I promise I'll help with your mother's medical expenses, as well as your college expenses. How's it?" Desperate Kingdom.
The barrel remains unmoved. He has been in love with Rangga for a long time. It's just, he knows that Rangga from the first love for Ina a. Having Rangga let alone marrying that man was far from his expectations.
"Sorry, mum. I talked to my mother."
"Please, I'm waiting for the answer tomorrow"
Tomorrow! Laras was surprised by the time limit Raya had given him. He was confused if given such a quick time. Laras left the Raya workspace, his mind continuing to his superior's request.
"It's impossible that Rangga's brother would want to be with me. I know full well she's in love with Ina."
Without Laras realizing some OB eavesdropped on her and Raya's conversation. Some of them prepare a plan, either a good plan or a bad plan.
"God! New boy!" Hardik Maya's.
"Where have you been since! You see such a dirty wc. You even enjoy chatting with Bu Raya. Looking for face with Mama Raya!" Hardik Maya while holding Laras' head.
Laras is still down for fear of Maya. He was afraid that fighting would be fired. He needs money for his mother's medical expenses.
"God! The work! Even dumbfounded!" Jerky Maya.
The barrel directly takes the tool to clean the bathroom. But Maya replaced the bathroom brooch with a toothbrush.
"Clean this pack." Just dissolve manut. He tried to be strong despite being treated badly.
Finished cleaning Baras back to the pantry quenching thirst because it has been 4 hours cleaning the WC. The appearance of the random Baras made people stay away from him "Iiiih, the smell. Smell the toilet hahahahahaa..."
If I accept the request of the Grandmother. I'll shut them all up.
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Baras said his greetings when he entered the house. It looks like Mala welcomed her youngest daughter who just came home from work. Barrel laid his body on the living room sofa. He long looked at the contents of his house that one by one run out for the cost of his mother's treatment. A heavy sigh sounded softly from his thin lips.
"Drink first, Race." Mala brought her daughter's favorite glass of iced tea. The 44-year-old woman's hands began to wrinkle. Not in accordance with the real ending. But this is life, sometimes above sometimes below. Ina's money has been thinned.
"mom rest. Not much activity. If I want anything, it can still be done alone."
"Ras, sorry mom. You should be the mother who works, not you. You should still go to college pursuing your goals. I'm sorry, you're a useless parent." His issue.
Barrel just smiled thinly. Not blaming his mother but the circumstances that forced him to give up his ideals. If only he had not been persuaded by Ramida's appeal with the lure of high values, if only he had not been involved in Ina's defamation, maybe the story would have been different. Laras is very sorry for what he did behind Ina. What does it feel like now as a sow? Could be. Even when Ina transfers five million for her mother's treatment, Laras is embarrassed.
"Mom, Laras take a bath first, yes." said Laras leaving his mother in the living room.
A little while later, Laras clothes just finished plural prayers magrib and Isya. Because he came home when before the magrib and arrived home already through isya. Walking towards the kitchen, came the sound of her mother's strong cough.
"Mom, laras wants to talk about the request of Raya's mother." Laras talks about Raya's offer to marry Rangga. He explained to Mala, if Raya also wants to help with treatment and tuition fees.
"Buck"
"Yes, mother."
"I'm sorry I objected to you marrying your boss's son. I know he means well, but I think it's better not to be obeyed. You are young, your future is long. We're tough people, son. I'm afraid they're just using you. If only now they could arrange you, especially after marriage later. Please think again, son."
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