Not as Beautiful as Angan

A Dilemma

Ms. Sekar seemed to be beaming her face when she saw Bunga, her son came down from her husband's motorbike.

Bu Sekar immediately got up from his seat while wiping the still dripping tears wetting his cheeks.

"Flower!... My boy..." He rushed to welcome his son.

"Alhamdulillah... Thank you God... You give me back my son" He hugged him tightly, as if he would never be let go again.

"Here dear, mother does not want to lose you" he said again while leading his child lovingly.

Flowers just keep quiet not one bit to say the words of his mother.

His eyes glanced at Cempaka, as if his sister was an enemy to him.

"Sister... Don't go again!" Said Cempaka while approaching her brother. He was about to hug her.

The flower shifted, away from the hand of Cempaka who was about to grab it while sneering.

"So, why brother?... Is he angry with me?" Cempaka plainly asked. In both of his eyes there were tears inundated, which were forced to hold so as not to fall down his cheeks.

"Think of it yourself!... Don't pretend to be attentive!... There!... Away from me" Bunga drove Cempaka out of his presence. The movement of his hands like the one who was driving away the chicken who was pecking at the rice in the sun.

Those tears instantly shed instantly. Cempaka cried could not stand the treatment of his brother.

"Flowers..." Bu Sekar admonished her gently.

She stroked her son's hair gently. Then kissed.

The treatment of his mother increasingly makes the flower so big head. He looked more and more awake to see Cempaka who was dripping with tears.

Unable to bear the treatment of his brother, Cempaka immediately rose from his seat. Then he ran to his room.

Arriving inside the room, he slid down his body. Buried his face on the pillow while crying sobbing.

"Treid-job!... " Mum Sekar called out to him while staring at the door of his room Cempaka which was tightly closed.

"Yes Allah... Why are my kids like this?" Mumbled later.

"That's because mom likes to spoil him. About her already have a prospective husband of a policeman, mother so forget the same daughter mother who is still mengejomblo this, mother play yes what she wants. So once it was a child, so crashing, arrogant, haughty big-headed, wanting to rival his own brother" Flower nagged incoherently, letting out his frustration.

"You mean mom indulges how?... Mothers treat all mothers' children equally, none of which mothers spoiled. If you want to know, among the children of mothers who are most diligent in helping the work of mothers, yes... Your sister, Cempaka. Mom welcomed Buana's intention to propose to Cempaka, is that what you think mom spoils her?

Bunga, it's the duty of the parents to respect the child's relationship, it doesn't mean pampering him"

Bu Sekar tried to explain.

"Mother will also immediately agree, immediately approve if Sakti intends to propose to you. That's why my mother and father suggested that you invite Sakti to come here to meet us here.

Later I will ask her seriousness to you, and I will ask you to propose immediately before Buana proposes to Cempaka" continued Bu Sekar.

It seems he has cape explained it to his son who does not want to understand it.

"Mother, I'm coming home to this mother on one condition. You know what the conditions are. And, you agreed to those terms. That's why I want to be brought back here again. You better just ask the Father, I want to go to my room first, want to clean my clothes" With the rest of the flowers say all that.

Not waiting for an answer from his mother, he also immediately sauntered into his room while dragging his suitcase.

"Flower!..." Mr. Jati and Bu Sekar called out to him in annoyance.

The flower looks at me for a moment and smiles. Then he stepped his foot into his room, he did not heed the slightest feeling of his parents.

"Sir... Our boy!... How should we, sir?..." Ms. Sekar cried to see what was happening to her two children.

The truth is that it does not need to happen if the flower wants to understand.

"Already mom!... Calm down his heart. Don't cry, already,

crying doesn't change what happened"

Mr. Jati calmed his wife while stroking her hair.

"Sir... Is it true that Bunga wants to go home because there are conditions? He's asking what's the same requirement, father?"

A moment later Bu Sekar asked what his conditions were until he wanted to return home with his father.

"Would you please calm the heart and mind of the mother first, then the father will convey what the conditions proposed by our son, ma'am" With a soft voice, Jati sir calmed his wife.

"No sir!... I want to know right now. I won't calm down if I don't know everything, sir!..." Ms. Sekar half whined asking her husband to explain immediately.

"Well, ma'am, you're confused to say it"

Jati sir is confused himself. He looked at his wife's eyes, which were already getting wet with tears.

"What do you mean, sir?... Let's explain!" Said Bu Sekar impatiently.

"Hemhs... Huooh... How ya?" Mr. Jati took a strong breath and then he let out again with a heavy, heavy burden that is now squeezing his heart.

"Sir!..." Bu Sekar was impatient.

"If you don't dare tell me right now, I'd better get out of this house, but I haven't put my clothes back in the closet. Why stay home with people who no longer care about me. A parent who chooses to love his child" Bunga said as he walked out of his room.

"Don't be desperate, son!... All right, I'll explain to your mother the terms you applied earlier on the road" Mr. Jati quickly held back his son's steps.

Flowers seem to smile and feel winning. He then sat down next to his mother. He wants to listen to her.

"Looky ma'am... Emhs... " Jati sir seemed hesitant to explain it.

"Why father as doubted so?... Are you afraid that you disagree?... Or are you afraid that Cempaka will disagree?... This man actually loves me not?" Question Bunga corner Pak Jati.

"Father admitted that you were confused by the conditions you proposed. Feels like eating fruit for father son, maybe your mother is also the same if your mother already knows it" Gentle tone pak Jati.

He still hopes that his son changes, wants to understand and understand his intentions.

But that hope cannot come true. Flowers stick to his wishes. He was stubborn and selfish, not feeling the feelings of his brother and his parents.

"Then that means you lied to me. I agreed to it just so I could go home with my dad. It is clear that this means that you love Cempaka more. Yes sir indeed Cempaka must be in the number of unites because he will have a husband of a police officer, unlike myself who has not a man who wants to propose to me" Snapped the Flower while standing up from his seat.

"Flower!... Sit down!" Mr. Jati told him to sit with a firm and vibrating voice, holding back emotions that seemed to be no longer able to stand.

Flowers also look surprised by the attitude of his father, he looks like a frightened one. Because only this time he saw and heard his father that loud.

Flowers also undo his intentions. He returned to the chair next to his mother.

"What is the condition of the flower?... How hard and difficult is it, sir?" Bu Sekar is getting curious.

"I want to go back to this house as long as Cempaka refuses Buana's proposal, before I have a husband. That's the condition, ma'am, and I agreed. But now, the father changed his stance because the father loved Cempaka more" With his sign Bunga said everything.

"Then... Cempaka how?..." His body Bu Sekar immediately went limp after hearing the conditions expressed by his son.

This is really a dilemma for couples who are not young anymore.

There was not the slightest feeling of pity or pity on his face Flower.

He no longer cared about his brother and his parents.

All he had in mind was that Cempaka had to cancel Buana's application.