Obsessive Love Disorder's.

Obsessive Love Disorder's.
Families



at 03:00 in the afternoon we finally arrived at my parents' house in the village. Our arrival was only welcomed by a small family, there were mothers and uncles who were neighbors with mothers. This morning I told my mother that the Thanksgiving was postponed. Mom was a little disappointed with my words. Because he was so happy, because I finally wanted to get married.


During this time I focused on working to pursue a career in the Police, my target was to get married at the age of 30 years, while my mother wanted me to marry as soon as possible. It turns out that the desire of the mother was realized unexpectedly at the age of 27 years I was married to Flo. With our accidental introduction when he was a fashion show at a five-star hotel in the city of Medan.


"Arriff....My boy...!" Mom ran from the porch of the house to me who had just gotten out of the car. I spread my hands with a big smile welcoming the mother who was now pouring into my arms.


It's been almost 1 year that I haven't been home due to a very solid task, and d I got married I didn't tell my mother because I was afraid Mom was mad at me because Flo and I got married suddenly and unexpectedly.


Mom kissed my left right cheek, and kissed my forehead. Mother often does that, even if I go home and when going back to work in the city or placed elsewhere, Mother often put her spit on the top of my head precisely in my crown. Mother said, ua did that, so that I never forget it overseas. Where I may be the woman who gave me into this world, because she with her abundant affection, I can see how beautiful this world is, and can have a beautiful and kind wife.


"Flo, come..!"


Flo seemed reluctant to approach us, he was still on the right side of the car, standing with his head down. I was astonished by his nature. Why does he look scared now. Is he really not confident, as he said before.


After I wave her hand, she drags her feet in disbelief. Though she is a woman who is full of confidence, especially when she breezed on the catwalk.


Mother's eyes never blinked looking at Flo, who was now approaching us. I was very surprised to see Flo. Is it because Flo is so beautiful today, that I look amazed to see my wife.


Flo with a smile puffed up now, grabbed the hand of the still confused mother. Flo pulls Mom's hand, and puts it on her forehead. Mother also realized, especially Flo had hugged her mother tightly.


"A, how are you? ma, sorry we just got here now." Flo said softly and slightly stammered.


Mom unravels Flo's decapitation. Then holding onto Flo's arms by looking at me fixedly Flo who was still down.


"Ba, okay.. Come on, let's go in, baby..!' Said Mother with an expression of her astonished face. Then the mother embraces Flo, leading her into the house. The expression on my face was still surprised. Maybe you didn't think I'd get a very beautiful and fashionable wife. Flo is a top-class model. This includes women who are good at choosing outfids.


His appearance this time was very polite, anyone who saw him would be amazed and would never turn to look at him continuously. Including myself who was hard to look away, while staring at her beautiful face.


"Yes mom, thank you."


sahut flo slowly looks he still can not behave calmly at this time. It's natural that it's like that. His name is also being gathered with new people.


Right now Flo and I have been sitting together in the living room. In front of us was food. A plate of rice, on which there is chicken meat rolled, and salt on the chicken liver.


Mom will pay us. In our tribal tradition, there is a mangupah-wages ritual. The meaning of Mangupa Wages is as an expression of prayer or gratitude accompanied by advice from parents or elders.


"Let's eat salt and chicken liver." Said the mother by giving her hand code to the chicken meat in front of us. Mom looks sad right now. Both of his myopic eyes that wear glasses look dewy, mom cried.


"I, yes." Sahut Flo brick. He still looks nervous. Whereas the ones who pay attention to us at this time, are only the mother, uncle and aunt and her son, two people and three traditional fan religious figures.


It turns out that I still invite the ulama alim. Along with the elderly people in this village, in the event to welcome my arrival with Flo. Indeed, this mother is the type of woman who highly upholds the traditions and customs in the village. In our place of brotherhood and kinship it is still very closely system of help among citizens is still well implemented.


"My dear son during his family life. Realize that the road that will be passed is not through a path of flowers, but also shrubs full of thorns and thorns. I hope that you will be able to pass through patiently later, the problems that arise in your marriage."


Said the mother sobbing, mother lowered her head, then took off her already foggy glasses. His wrinkled hands grabbed the tip of his shawl and wiped away the tears that drenched his wrinkled cheeks. I became very sad to see Mom like that, it turns out my marriage has not made her happy. It was evident from his dissatisfied facial expression. I don't know what's going on in Mom's heart. But, I'm sure you're not happy with my marriage.


***


After the end of my welcoming event and flo. now Flo and I are getting ready to go out. We're going to my best friend's house called Ali. I'd really like to know about Ali. Because the last time we met was a year ago, at her wedding.


it was our last and very sad meeting. When I congratulated her on her wedding day, I just saw her crying while hugging me. He said that he would always be my best friend and that I would always be in his heart.


Flo seems to mind going to Ali's house. Right now I'm sure he might still feel tired.


"Alright if you don't want to come. I'll go first, okay?" I said softly, I got up from the bed I was sitting on. Flo did the same.


" Yes, I don't have to go, baby. I'm so tired. I'm going to sleep." Say yes spoiled, landing his head on my chest and hugging me tightly.


" Eemm... Be happy, really sleeping. Don't go online anymore." I said softly, then kissed her forehead. He looked up at me with a big smile and sparkling eyes. Her face was plain without make up. But, it looks so pretty.


Before I got out of the room, we still took the time to cuddle up and kiss her with excitement. After that I stopped him because, I'm sure I won't be able to hold back from doing more.


Flo laughed at me who could not resist the desire, she waved her hand and laughed out loud, as I held the door handle, about to get out of the room. Not wanting to be provoked with his powerful attitude, I quickly closed the door of the room.


I also say goodbye to mom and leave flo to mom. I told my mother to go to Ali's house, and at that moment I was shocked to hear what I said. But Mom didn't say anything she just said carefully on the way.maybe it was because I was in such a hurry that Mom didn't have time to talk to me.


It took 10 minutes to get to Ali's house on a motorcycle. Ali used to be my neighbor, but since we finished High School. The family moved because his parents built a house on the land of his father's legacy. Since we finished High School, we have rarely met. Ali continued his studies while I was in the police test.


Arriving at Ali's house. I was surprised by the sighting of a luxury car parked in front of his now-renovated house. Now Ali's parents' house is already luxurious.


Is Ali inside? or is Ali's family currently having guests? Since Ali married a rich woman he knew while in college.His life together, a lot changed that I heard Ali was already a rich man because he married a rich woman that woman he knew while in college from the news, which I heard. His wife Ali is a beauty doctor and clearly, the Doctor family is certainly rich rich.


" Acity ....!" I said politely the door of the mansion was open, so I didn't have to knock. Especially at that time I saw his mother Ali and a woman talking seriously in the living room.


The woman who was with her mother Ali was behind me, so I don't know who that woman is. But when they said their greetings and the woman turned to me I could also get to know the woman. The beautiful hijab woman who is now talking to her mother Ali is Ali's wife, Hana Alfathunnisa.


"Arm....!"


the old woman got up from her seat with her surprised facial expression. So too with Han. I approached them with a faint smile. Right now I'm a little surprised I didn't find Ali with them.


I stick out my hands to shake hands with these two different women of this generation. With his gloomy face Ali's mother welcomed my hand and pulled me in her arms.


The Hua..


The Hua..


The Hua..


Ali's mother was crying hysterically, in my arms. I was astonished by him. Is this the cry of Longing.if the cry of Longing. Why does it sound so heartbreaking? Moreover, it looks like Ali's mother is very sad and like she lost something valuable in her life.


"Arriff.... Thank goodness you came, son. Nak Ariff's... Please help your mother, son. Your friend Ali, I haven't heard from you in a week, son. Please help me find him, son?"


The sound of Ali's mother's cries sounded very sad. I, who was taken aback by his words, could only be silent while digesting the words that came out of the old woman's mouth. His body was still shaking violently, sobbing while hugging me and putting his head on my chest. I felt the liquid had already pierced through my clothes and soaked my chest.


After taking out all the tears of his sadness while crying sobbing at me.Now his mother Ali also broke her embrace from me. I who was surprised by the news that I got today can only be silent, staring alternately at his mother Ali and his wife Ali.


" Yes Ma'am. Ja.... Mother calm first yes, we will find Ali together." said me gently understanding also feel the sadness of what befell this family. Not only was his mother and wife Ali sad I was also very sad to find this reality, missing a week.Where was he? Was he killed by someone? thinking about it all makes me sad and panicked. I'm not ready to lose Ali, he's a very good friend to me.


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