Pursuing Love in the Past

Miss Daddy

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Ayunda and the mother arrived in their hometown. The ole-ole that the mother had provided was cheerfully shared with neighbors, friends and colleagues when they worked as farmers.

After the ole-ole is distributed, they head to a green painted house that is still maintained. The house they were forced to leave, due to the separation of Ayunda's two parents. The house, which is full of memories, is now inhabited by relatives far from the father to live there.

"Assynoltom... Arsih ma'am." The mother greeted me while knocking on her door.

"Waalaikumsalam." the voice of a woman answered from inside the house.

Chequek.

"Eh, Mrs Ratih..." Ms. Arsih was wide-eyed when she saw the person she knew standing before her. "This must be Yunda, right. Subhanallah... You are beautiful, son", praise Ms. Arsih when you see Ayunda standing behind her.

"Yes, Mom. But please don't praise like that, Mom", Ayunda replied with a friendly smile.

"You are so beautiful, son." Arsih's smiling again. "Oh, where's Adrian?" ask Arsih ma'am with a happy face while looking for Adrian. Ms. Arsih felt disrespectful if many asked when her guests were still outside. "Come, in. We'll talk inside", Arsih ma'am when the door is wide open. Ayunda and the mother stepped into the house following Arsih's mother from behind. Then Arsih's mom let them sit down.

Tears that had been held in the eye of the mother, finally fell freely when the look of her eyes skimmed the entire room that was no stranger to her.

"Mother." call Ayunda lirih. Ayunda immediately grasped tightly the hand of the mother. "Don't be sad, yes" she said with a smile.

The mother nodded her head with a smile. "Mother is okay." The mother replied with a bitter smile. Then the look of his eyes was diverted to a photo displayed on the wall of the living room.

"Bu Arsih." called him kindly.

"Yes, Mom", reply bu Arsih short.

"Why is the photo still on display, ma'am?" ask the mother.

Ma'am Arsih smiled at the mother. "That's a photo of Mrs Ratih's family, so I don't have the right to throw it away. Anyway it does not interfere at all", said Mrs Arsih. "But where's Adrian? It was invisible." Ms. Arsih asked again, because I can't wait to see Adrian.

"Still at the grave of his best friend's parents, ma'am." The mother replied with a forced smile.

"Mother.my clothes have not been in the "settles of a young woman suddenly, but her speech was interrupted when she saw the mother was with a guest she did not know.

"Eh. this... Mrs Ratih must remember. This is my daughter Salsa" said Ms Arsih who almost lost face, if Salsa continued her disrespectful remarks.

"Oh, this is Salsa. already a girl yes, Mom", replied Mrs Ratih Ayunda.

"Yes, Mom. It is ready for marriage as well", said Ms Arsih with a shy blush.

Who is ready to marry his daughter, but why the shy of his mother? the mother's mind.

"Oh, if there is a mate, just marry Mom. Rather than later for sin", said the mother advised Bu Arsih.

"Well, is that the problem, ma'am?" reply Bu Arsih made Bu Ratih frowned. "The fool has not been around until now" he continued.

"Assynoltom... "

"Waalaikumsalam." they reply almost simultaneously. It is different with Salsa. His tongue seemed to be blocked when he saw two handsome men coming to his house. His eyes were almost out, even his mouth was gaping as if he could not believe what he saw.

Plakk!

"Aww. "the ringisnya, when Salsa slapped himself to make sure he was not having a dream.

"Mother..this is the ole-ole", cried Adrian when carrying a paper bag left in the car.

The mother got up from her seat. "Oh, yes. Mother almost forgot", he said as he approached Adrian. "Thank you, son", he said grabbing the paper bag in Adrian's hand with a sad face.

Oh. this is Adrian. Handsome, but his best friend is cooler, Arsih's inner.

"You remember Miss Arsih, don't you?" ask the mother while looking towards Bu Arsih.

Adrian nodded his head. "Yes, Bun", the reply was brief.

"Son Adrian", call Mrs Arsih with a big smile. "You remember Salsa, don't you?" ask Miss Arsih with passion.

Adrian nodded his head. "Yes, Ma'am de", he replied briefly as he sat in the chair followed by Ferdo.

Ms. Arsih asked them to stay longer, as she would cook for them. But Mrs Ratih reasoned that tomorrow her son would return to work. Ms. Arsih was disappointed to hear the words of Mr. Ratih. His plan to bring the princess closer to Adrian failed before it began.

"In that case, can I have your phone number? Because Salsa plans to find work in the city" said Ms Arsih who hopes that the princess can be closer to Adrian.

"Let me just keep Mom's phone number" exclaimed Ayunda who remembered something.

Ms. Arsih immediately gave her mobile number and Salsa. He believes if Salsa is close to Ayunda, it makes it easier for Salsa to get close to Adrian.

"Thank you, ma'am", said Ayunda with a friendly smile. Ayunda was very excited when storing the mobile number of his distant relatives, because he would contact him later to ask the news of the father. The longing for the father has made Ayunda moody these days, but she has not told anyone.

Ferdo, who had been circulating his gaze, stopped at a photo that was familiar to him. Ferdo scrunched his forehead, when he saw the man in the family photo Adrian. The man who reminded him of what happened 12 years ago.

It's a family photo of Adrian, meaning the middle-aged man is his father, Inner Ferdo. Ferdo turned his head agitatedly towards Adrian. He did not expect, if Adrian's father was related to the death of his parents.

"Come on!" take Adrian to Ferdo while getting up from the chair. Ferdo looked at Adrian as he frowned, not yet fully aware of his daydream.

"Are you going to stay here?" adrian asked, which made Ferdo rise from the chair, and then walk ahead of Adrian without saying a word. "Bas on my weirdest friend." Adrian muttered but could still be heard by Ferdo.

They walked outside after saying goodbye to Ms. Arsih and Salsa. Then they get in the car.

"Wait a minute!" exclaim Arsih bu while running small. "This bring. My husband made it." said Arsih ma'am when giving the village's original dodol.

"Thank you, Miss de", reply Ayunda. "Send Yunda's greetings to de sir, yes", said Ayunda with a smile.

"Yes, son", Miss Arsih replied. Then their vehicle moved out of the yard.

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Ferdo stared out the window of the car with a sad face. He kept thinking about the man in Adrian's family photo. Ayunda is also thinking about the father, he really can't wait to know the whereabouts of the father.