Not the Son of the Prostitute

Proposal

"Thank you, sir." Mutia stepped out after her hand pushed open Haidar's car door. However, not yet had his feet stepped, the heavy voice belonging to the man forced Mutia to turn back the body towards him again.

"Is your mom home?" ask the man. I don't know why Mutia herself doesn't know because this is the first time Haidar asks about her parents.

"Maybe there is," Mutia replied. His eyes glanced inward, like there were guests. A black car was parked not far from where it stood.

"Can I meet your mother?" ask Haidar again. It made Mutia frown in wonder.

"Meet Mama?" reload Mutia make sure.

"Yes. I want to thank you for what happened at the lake at the time. Haven't I said it yet?"

Mutia nodded slowly. He thought what was wrong, it turns out Haidar just wanted to thank him because he had saved the man.

"But there seems to be a guest? Would it be okay if I interfered?" ask Haidar for the umpteenth time. He just doesn't want to put it off anymore.

"It's okay, sir. That's Om Dika, Mama's friend." Mutia was sure that the guest inside was Dika, a man she already knew very well.

"All right."

Knocking on the door of the house, they were greeted warmly by Naila and someone inside.

"Let's go in first, sir." Naila no less respectful to treat Haidar. The woman invited him in and invited him to join Dika.

They engaged in a fairly cool chat, until finally Haidar felt the right time to say the purpose of his arrival here.

"Sorry, Om, Aunt. I wanted to say something." Haidar took a deep breath, trying to neutralize the heartbeat that had been racing ever since.

Naila and Dika exchanged lyrics, as if trying to interpret the intentions of the young man in front there. While Mutia herself had lowered her head since then, nervous to be in such a situation.

"I would like to thank Mutia for saving me from that fateful incident." The man paused his sentence, again gathering courage that suddenly disappeared somewhere. "In addition to that I ...."

Ah, crap! Why are you so nervous! Haidar rubbed his forehead which had been sweating since. He looked at the pair of men and women in front of him who were still waiting patiently for him.

"Tante, I .. like Mutia. I intend to propose her to be my wife," said the man steady though slightly choked due to the nervousness that still mastered it.

"Me–lamar?" Both pairs of Naila's eyes widened hearing the confession from the man in front of her.

"Yes. I want Mutia to be my wife." Haidar repeated again.

Don't know how red the girl in front of you is. Mutia was surprised and could not believe that Haidar would say that sentence to her mother. Likes me? And, did he say he wanted to propose to me? Oh my God ...

It felt like Mutia did not believe everything she heard. How the man steadfastly said it directly to Mama Naila. Although actually Mutia was happy because she herself had long had the same taste in the man.

But what about Kia? If he receives Haidar? Won't it be a problem in the future?

"Hmm ...!" Deheman slowly broke the silence in the room. Naila glanced at her daughter at a glance, then turned to the man again.

"Previously forgive me, Mr ..."

"Sorry, because I can't decide anything. I leave the decision to Mutia." Staring at the face of Mutia who was still lowered.

Like getting a breath of fresh air, Haidar was relieved to hear it. At least he still had hope of showing his seriousness to Mutia.

"What does that mean you accepted my proposal?" Haidar slightly pulled the corner of his lips until a small arch appeared.

Naila shook her head slowly. Until Haidar came home, Naila did not say any words other than the smile that continued to radiate from the middle-aged woman's face.

"Effort, Son! Try to win his heart" whispered the middle-aged man who had been in conversation with him since. They stepped together to enter their respective cars until they finally moved slowly to leave the yard.

*

In Room.

"Maustin ..." Naila pushed the door slowly into her daughter's unlocked room. The girl was still busy with the work she had brought from the office and had to be hurriedly handed over tomorrow morning to the boss.

"Mama hasn't slept?" Mutia turned around and followed the mother sitting on the bed.

"You haven't slept yet? Can't we go on tomorrow again?"

"It's over, Ma." Throwing his body into the bed and breathing deeply.

"Nope ..."

"Yes ..."

"How do you think about your boss's proposal?" Naila just wanted to know how Mutia felt to the man. Although he himself doubted if Mutia would accept it, considering who Haidar is none other than Kia's ex-lover.

"Come, Ma." Mutia let out a heavy sigh. It was hard to remember the accusations Kia gave him. Though all this time Mutia had never seduced Haidar, let alone tried to betray his best friend.

"I'm afraid my relationship will get damaged if I accept it, Ma. Who are we anyway? Will it not be a problem in the future?"

Mutia are self-conscious if their social status is different. He is just an ordinary girl, while Haidar is the youngest son of a famous Pratama family. He was afraid that people would accuse him of merely wanting to make use of Haidar's wealth.

"Yes, Mama is up to you. But, if there's anything please tell Mama directly." Naila rubbed the top of her daughter's head, kissed her softly and then rose to step towards the door.

Before closing the door to her daughter's room, Naila pecked for a while staring there at the spot where Mutia was lying. Until the ringing sound of the phone disperse the daydream. Naila rushed over quickly, grabbed the flat object and walked away from Mutia's room.

[Naila, how?] The voice of a man across there.

[Content, Mas. Actually I feel sorry to see it. I can see if Mutia actually likes Haidar as well. But ...?] Naila breathed heavily. He knows that Mutia and Kia's relationship is not good, but what to sacrifice feelings while they both like.

[Then, what about us?]

Dika's question makes Naila more in lema. Naila recalled her conversation with the man about her relationship. Yesterday Dika had proposed to him officially, and Naila planned to discuss this with Mutia soon. But, all those plans changed after Haidar suddenly expressed his seriousness to Mutia. In that instant Naila decided to give in, perhaps more precisely delaying personal affairs for the good of her daughter first.

[Nai ...? You still hear me?] Dika's voice again jerked Naila's daydream.