My President

A Truth

At home, Aksa also looks riled up. Legs pacing. Step here and there, and then come back. Although the taste has not grown perfectly, Aksa remains afraid of the ijab qobul tomorrow. I don't know from when the man paced back and forth trying to eliminate the fear of agreement.

"Sa, sit down and shut up. Dizziness I see you! Find somewhere else if you still want to, not in front of the television. Just disturb Papa you," said Keno. He was tired of seeing his son like that.

Aira approached the two, three cups of tea complete with snacks on the tray. She placed it in front of her husband who was relaxing as usual after the Maghrib prayer.

"Thank you dear." One kiss landed on Aira's cheek. As Keno usually does.

"Drink while it's warm, Pah."

Aira sat down next to her husband, resting her head on Keno's shoulder. Participate in watching television, but also feel disturbed because his son is still pacing back and forth blocking the television.

"Acts..." Aksa's steps stopped, he looked at his smiling Mama.

"Come here..."

Aksa approached and hugged his mother tightly. Close your eyes, enjoy the warmth of your body. His head was rubbed gently, occasionally his forehead was kissed by the woman.

"Do you love Aza?" the question came out of Aira's mouth.

Aksa shook his head, "No idea, Mah. Aksa has never been in love. But being with Aza feels different."

"You wouldn't be this scared if you didn't love that woman. Aza's already here, you already love her." Aira placed her index finger on Aksa's chest that was racing.

Aksa. Does he really love Aza? His mother was right too, if he had no love, he would not be this scared to face tomorrow.

"Go to your room, memorize the qabulan well. Don't get me wrong and humiliate Papa" said Keno. He actually feels disturbed and wants to enjoy his time with Aira without Aksa there.

"No way, Pah. I still want to hug President's mother."

"Ruling in your room is also good when hugged. There are two, go there. I want to be alone with my wife."

"Huh! Let it be for a while, Papa will also sleep with Mama, if I'm not."

"Don't be a fool, Sa!"

"All right, I'm going to the room. Spend your time, but later in the night you should sleep with me instead" Aksa said.

"No way, Mama just slept with Papa."

"Ssttt, don't keep fighting. Tired of it," said Aira.

*****

The morning dawned, Aza, Sarah, and Rosni had prepared. Aza is restless. Aksa's family's car has arrived in front of the woman's rented house.

At about six in the morning, Aza, Sarah, and Rosni are taken to the hotel where the wedding will take place. Aza is getting stifled. He just kept squeezing his hand.

"Oh my goodness, Za. From that moment it was rich mulu want to do it anyway. Don't be afraid or anything. I'm going to get you" said Sarah.

"Yes, Son. Calm yourself, there are we who accompany you, do not be afraid," said Rosni stroked Aza's hair that was still slightly wet.

Aza nodded weakly, the car they were riding in had arrived at the star hotel. They were asked to go to the make up room. Some professional MUA are there waiting for the bride to groom.

"It's beautiful, surely it will be even more beautiful," said one MUA and let Aza sit staring in the mirror.

Aza just kept quiet, letting her face polished make up. Thin and inconspicuous, according to Aza's wishes. That woman looks so pretty. Her hair was tied back, her cellulite white dress had bandaged her tiny body. Veil or bridal veil has also dangled spoiled adorning Aza's head.

"No, what I said. The bride is so beautiful!" said MUA while pinching Aza's chin.

"Yes, but baby, from now on frown. Smile, it's your happy day" said another MUA.

Aza also smiled thinly, somehow it felt difficult to smile as usual. His marriage was empty, there were no relatives he had to accompany him. Tears almost just drip. Luckily MUA immediately held him down with a tissue.

"Don't cry, it's your happy day. There can be no sadness today."

Sarah and her mother wanted to hug her, but they were being groomed. Aza must be sad because there is no Papa or his brother.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman dressed in a white dress also approached Aza. The woman smiled, her eyes glazed over at the woman sitting at the dresser.

"Mama Anandhi.." lirih Aza, her smile expands.

Anandhi hugged Aza from behind, her tears dripping down instantly. "You are so beautiful, dear," she whispered to Aza.

"Thank you Mama for coming, I'm so happy."

"Of course I'll attend my daughter's wedding. Forgive Mama, Son. Sorry Mama..."

Anandhi took out a red box from inside her bag. Open it slowly, then show it to Aza. A diamond necklace was in the box.

"It's so pretty.." Aza's great-grandson.

"Would you wear it?"

Aza shook her head, "Ah, no, Mah. Aza doesn't deserve it, after all, it's Mama's."

Anandhi smiled and kissed Aza's head, "This is a wedding present for you from Mama. Hope you like it yes. Come on, Mama put it on."

Anandhi began to wrap the necklace around Aza's neckline which was exposed smoothly. But before successfully hooking it, Aza blocked Anandhi's hand making the woman frown.

"It's an expensive necklace, mending for sale again. It's a pity that money is, Mah."

Anandhi did not care what Aza said, she kept hooking the necklace.

"Don't think about the price, it's worth it to you. Look, you look prettier, don't you?"

"Thank you, Mah..."

Aza hugged Anandhi. The woman's hug was very comfortable, just like her papa's hug used to be. Anandhi several times kissed Aza's head, the woman looks happy to be able to attend and accompany the princess' wedding.

Yes, after first meeting with Aza, Anandhi was very sure if Aza was his son. After that day, Aza's hair fell out and accidentally stuck to her shirt. He immediately brought the hair to do a DNA test. And the result is right, if Aza is his biological child who he had left behind to pursue his career.

Anandhi is the son of a rich man who loves and marries a poor man, Robby Abdullah, Aza's father. She was forced to leave her husband and son when she was just born.

But not without reason he left. She just wants to help her husband's economy, his father Anandhi told him to continue studying psychologists abroad and Anandhi agreed because then he could make the family economy improve when he got a good job later. But Robby disagrees, because there is a newborn child must be abandoned even if only a few years.

Anandhi continued to force himself, he just wanted to make his son not in trouble. After finishing college first, Anandhi returned to Indonesia to meet her son and husband. But unfortunately, her husband had moved out of the house before. Anandhi could not find him, until in the end, he was met in an unexpected way.