My Mom Dear My Mom is Poor

Chapter 1

Husna, a 26-year-old woman, has well-groomed smooth white skin, slightly wavy hair, and has thick eyebrows and eyelashes, all these things seem to be enough to be an attraction for the adam. Yes, there are many men who are after him, in addition to his beautiful appearance, not a few men also approached him because of his rich family.

But of course it did not make Husna easily tempted to seduce the men who tried to approach him. So far, not even a man can make Husna melt let alone fall in love.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any feelings for you! so my advice, don't waste your time just getting close to me, 'cause it's gonna be a waste." Husna said to a man who at that time dared to express love to her and asked Husna to be her lover in public.

With a red face extinguished due to the shame of his love rejected, the man immediately resigned from the crowd, leaving Husna just like that who was still putting on his flat look.

Yes, so Husna who to the point, he does not like to give false hope to anyone, he always conveys whatever is in his heart, he said, because he thinks it's better than having to give false hope that the edges will make people disappointed.

On the same day, when Husna had just arrived at his house, he was a little surprised by the atmosphere of his rather crowded home.

"This is it" The baritone's voice came out when it found Husna who wanted to cross the living room, which is known to the owner of the voice was none other than Husna's father, Hartawan.

"You're finally home, baby." Nilam, Husna's mother.

Husna was immediately confused, when he found that there were many guests, which among the guests, were two young men who were smiling looking at him.

"Yes ma. But, what's up, ma? Why are we having so many guests today?"

"Eeemm sat down first Husna," said Hartawan, who is often called the Cloud sir.

There was nothing to argue at that time, Husna was immediately sitting at his father's side.

While smiling, Mr. Awan also held the shoulders of his eldest son.

"This is Husna Hartawan whom we have been talking about, my eldest daughter." He said proudly to all his guests.

At that time Husna still looked confused, he did not understand at all the purpose of his father talking like that to his guests.

"Dad, what have you been talking about me since?" Whisper Husna to his father.

"Husna, this is Pram sir and also his wife, Sari ma'am." Obviously Mr. Awan who began to introduce one by one his guests.

"Oh hello uncle, hello aunt." Sapa Husna with a very friendly smile.

"They're dad's business partners." Add the cloud again.

Husna just nodded his head.

"Hello Husna, it turns out you are much prettier when seen in person yes, much prettier than in the photo." Uncover bu Sari while looking in amazement at Husna.

"Hehehe I think aunty's overstated in praising me." Husna was also a crybaby.

"And Husna, this is Ardito, Pram's son and Sari's mother, and this is Dito's sister, her name is Ardina." Obviously Miss Nilam this time.

At that time Husna just nodded back with a smile looking at Ardito and Ardina alternately.

Inevitably Husna also extended his hand to Ardito first.

"Hi, it's good to know you." Said Husna, who remained friendly.

"Hi Husna, I'm so happy that I finally got to meet you in person." Replied Ardito while replying to Husna's hand with a smile that was so sumringah.

Ardito seemed to like Husna so much, it could be seen so clearly from the way he looked at Husna, his gaze which looked so deep and so full of meaning. But still, for Husna, Ardito did not interest him at all. Husna quickly retracted his hand, then turned to his sister. After that, he accidentally glanced at a young man who was sitting next to Ardito.

If in view of his appearance, the man is very much different from other guests, looks much simpler, and impressed as it is, but somehow, somehow, it also made Husna quite curious and wondered who the man was.

"Dad, who is he?" Whisper Husna to his father as he stared at the young man.

"Oh yes, right also hahaha, since then I do not know who is the young man who is beside Ardito, if you may know, who is this young man? Is he your brother?" Ask Mr. Awan who is also curious,

"He's Aryo, he's my personal chauffeur, but I think of him as my own friends and family, because we're so close." Clearly Ardito while patting Aryo's shoulder gently, he said,

At that time Aryo began to smile thinly while nodding briefly, Husna continued to look at him, when he saw Aryo smiling, suddenly Husna's heart seemed to tremble, Husna did not understand it, things he never felt before when faced with many men including Ardito.

Aryo was no less sweet, he had a mature Sapodilla skin, so exotic look and Husna was very fond of it. Not only that, he also has eyebrows that are no less thick, and his nose is quite high, managed to be a plus for Husna.

"Greetings to Mba Husna." Said Aryo who ventured to extend his hand first towards Husna.

At that time Husna was still silent and continued to look at Aryo with an unusual look.

"This man, why did I feel different when I saw him, like there was a vibration from my heart, and now, my heart even started pounding when I looked at him." Husna murmured in his heart,

Realizing that Husna was just silent without any response, Aryo began to feel bad until he slowly wanted to pull back his hand.

"Oh maybe mba is not level to shake hands with me, forgive my stupidity mba." Said Aryo who felt so sad.

The words immediately made Husna wake up, he quickly grabbed Aryo's hand.

"Oh no, sorry I was daydreaming." He said with a clumsy smile.

Aryo finally returned to smile when he realized his hand had now been linked to Husna,

"It's nice to meet you, Aryo." Husna said kindly accompanied by a smile that was so bright like a rose.

Even light talks flowed like water, not infrequently on the sidelines of the conversation, Husna and Aryo looked at each other and threw smiles at each other.

"Gosh, why am I? Why did I get this wrong when I was stared at by him." Husna murmured inwardly as she continued to try to hold back her smile.

...Seriate......