My Lovely Office Girl's

Eps 107 (Mandatory guest report)

"Why do you keep crying like that?" Amar walked in from the direction of the kitchen door that opened very wide, approaching his father who was currently sitting in the bale-bale behind the house.

Ali turned her head, she smiled faintly, then patted the empty spot beside her, asking Amar to sit there.

"Something happened? Did Ayumi hurt Mom until she came home this sad?" Amar asked again after he sat down beside his father.

"Nothing to do with your sister. Don't always assume that Ayumi is the one who always makes your mother sad, Mar!"

Amar glanced at it for a few seconds, and turned his gaze back the other way.

"That's weird! Why do you always defend him." Amar said slowly, almost even whispering.

But I can still hear it very clearly. The middle-aged man sighed, shaking his head with a hand that started patting Amar on the shoulder.

"Try to get rid of your hatred. You weren't like this in the past. .. You were one of the people standing in the front row as Ayumi's friends messed around to make your sister cry!" Ali tried to remind me.

Amar was silent, his gaze straight at the vast horizon that seemed to have begun to blacken, with a feeling that he could not understand.

He himself was astonished. Why is there currently too much hatred for Ayumi, while in the past she was always the number one protector for the crybaby girl who likes to cry just because her friends ran away leaving little Ayumi alone.

And strangely after the heartbreaking incident that he turned to hate Ayumi, shouldn't Amar love his sister more because she became one of the victims of hit-and-run? Also getting very serious injuries?

"Nobody wants to live like that! Broken bones due to an accident, then undergoing routine treatment because he has a lung disease that is quite serious, .. We pay more attention, because of the responsibility of parents in general. You know why? If not us, who else should care about Ayumi? While he's been poor since he was a baby."

Amar was still silent, with a debate between his mind and his conscience.

"Are you not pity? He married you away, he held a reception you didn't want to come. Until when will this continue? You're not tired of going that way to Ayumi?"

Amar looked up, his face looked different. Like storing curiosity, but mixed with his arrogance as an older brother.

"Is the man who marries her a good man?"

Ali nodded his head.

"That's fine. Even so good he considers Father and Mother his own parents."

"Curtain!"

Amar turned his face in the other direction, then smiled wryly. Everything that concerns Ayumi is always in the grand, he thought.

"I'm not sure he's a really good guy. Maybe Ayumi is too easy, she wants to be married just for some money!"

Ali sighed again, she really did not know what to change Amar's point of view towards Ayumi.

"May God soften your heart immediately."

"My heart is as soft as silk, before you continue to boast of Ayumi, giving her more affection, even though I am the birth child of the Father!" The 28-year-old man immediately stood up, then left Ali just like that.

While Ali stared at Amar's departure with a sad look. How could Amar think like that, while he felt every thing Ali gave to Ayumi and Amar in the same portion.

If the child was angry just because Ali gave more attention to Ayumi, he thought it was very natural because at that time Ayumi could not rely on herself because of a severe injury, besides that girl who was very small.

"How do you actually think?" Tukas Ali in a soft voice.

***

The same day, but a different place.

Ayumi fell silent, staring at the television that was playing a night comedy show. Sometimes Ayumi looked so serious, but not infrequently also the woman laughed loudly, making Sumi who was in the kitchen smile.

After a day of enjoying the results of picking Markisa in the back of the house, falling asleep until the afternoon, then wake up and take a bath with warm water that has been prepared Sumi, now her daughter lay back watching the night spectacle using only the negligee Sumi lent.

"Yeah?!" Ayumi called her mother.

"Yes? Hold on, the boiled cassava is almost ripe, wait!"

"Can't stay? It was cool with boiled cassava, but I was left alone." It seems that the woman has dared to protest.

"If it stays later it's a charred."

"The boil is water, not oil!"

Hearing that instantly Sumi chuckled loudly.

"Sometimes his silly behavior makes you so similar to Valter. Yes, blood is thicker than water, right? Then it's not strange that sometimes there are some similarities that you have."

And finally, after a long time trying to forget the man. Now Sumi again remembers Valter's face through Ayumi.

"Mama!?"

Ayumi is heard calling again, making Sumi wake up from her daydream.

"It's ripe, wait!" Sumi immediately turned off the stove, brought a medium-sized bowl, and moved her version of boiled cassava into it.

Ayumi immediately sat down, looking at Sumi who was walking from the kitchen, carrying a bowl of boiled cassava, but had a very pleasant smell.

"Well, eat while it's warm."

"It's hot, I'll blister my tongue!" Ayumi giggled with anxiety.

He leaned over, staring at the boiled cassava that his mother meant.

Cassava is cut into small pieces, with chives and celery that look to be a complementary spice, then he turned his eyes to Sumi.

"It's not boiled cassava!"

"Mama said it was boiled cassava."

Ayumi shook her head.

"Boil it just use water, this use leeks same celery, .. This sauteed cassava, Ma!"

Ayumi smiled, grabbed the spoon Sumi had prepared, scooped it up a little, then stuffed it into her mouth after making sure it was safe for her tongue.

"Ayumi was silent, enjoying a simple dish, but it tasted so delicious."

"Likes?"

Ayumi nodded, then returned to scooping the processed that Sumi made with a long time.

"How to make it? I'm gonna learn to cook later, you're gonna love it."

"Easy. First boiled until cooked, then saute slices of chives and celery leaves until fragrant, put the cassava, then add water and leave until tender and the water shrinks."

"It tastes good, it's savory. Suitable for eating in the rain!"

Sumi smiled again.

"Eat it, later before going to bed don't forget to take the medicine."

"Bring rich brother!"

"Just reminding."

"Mama didn't eat?"

Sumi shook her head.

"Seeing you eat just makes Mama full."

Ayumi carried one piece, and carried it until the spoon was in front of her mother's mouth.

"Yyyyy, …. The plane is coming in!" Ayumi smiled.

Sumi opened her mouth, then devoured one mouthful that Ayumi gave.

"So, ... used to be pregnant when I was my age? 19 years?"

"Yes, 20 years of giving birth. It's easy, isn't it?"

"What gives birth to pain?"

"No, just a little heartburn. Why why?"

Ayumi shifted the bowl, then lay on Sumi's lap.

"Had Mama said, don't keep talking about this. Or you will always be sad, .. It seems like your mood is up and down, a little laugh and a little cry."

"Did Mama ever meet …"

Ayumi did not continue her words, she raised her gaze, looking at Sumi who was also bowing her head until her second eye met.

"Never." Reply Sumi who understands where Ayumi talks.

"Want to meet? We can ask for your help."

"For what? It's best to never meet again, being with you is enough. After all they must have been happy with their family, Mama was so, Mama was happy with you."

Ayumi silence.

"Yes, don't talk about it. We will continue to be sad."

"Mama still want to stay here?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Will not come with me?"

Sumi shook her head, then smiled faintly, and rubbed Ayumi's forehead affectionately.

"You're married. Live happily with your little family."

"When is Mama alone here?"

"It's been used to it, so don't worry."

"But I want Mama to come."

It would be so embarrassing. It should be Mr. Ali and Mr. Tutih, not me who just entered your lives. I am indeed his real mother, but someone who takes care of more has such great service.

"I have an empty room. If Mama wants to live together, so let's stay in the boarding room that Ayumi used to be."

"We'll see ya later!"

"No, my mom has to stay in town." Ayumi whining.

Tok tok!!

The sound of the door of his house was knocked, making the mother and child silent staring at each other.

"Do you like guests?"

"Usually no. But maybe Mr. RT, understand we have not permission, when it should be mandatory guests report."

"I'm not a guest, I'm Mama's son." Again Ayumi said that, as if to continue to convince if now he and Sumi have a strong bond.

"Mom see first."

Ayumi nodded, she turned on the back pillow, letting Sumi check on someone who kept knocking on her door.