Reunion After

Restu Gandhi

Pov: Vest

I'm still struggling with some documents. Brother Tisha called me. Tumben, I thought. After hearing my brother-in-law's explanation, my head became throbbing.

Mamah wants to match me with the son of om Sus, who said mentally ill? What does it mean try? Do you want a daughter-in-law who is mentally fragile? Or what the hell? If I just wanted to keep me away from Widya, this was already out of bounds.

"I'll be home in the afternoon, okay? My head's dizzy." I called my future wife. His voice calms me down.

"Monggo, pick up some hot chocolate, will you?" from across.

I accept his request. "How much, Yang?"

"Three, me, you, Gandi."

"RB's son?" ask again.

He laughed, and I smiled at that laugh. "They're iced tea only. Pockets again ngajak ngirit."

I waited hours to get home from work, felt so long. Every minute I look at the clock. The feeling is still the clock, not the turning. My watch is dead. Hadheh. It is different from the one on the wall.

It turned out to be ten minutes. I got out of the office, stopped by to buy hot chocolate and iced tea. After that, my car moved towards his house. I'm still hiding from Gandi.

If Widya's child is tutoring or extra-curricular, then I come home. The woman greeted me with a smile. Like a wife waiting for her husband to come home. Ah, happy me.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am. Papah came home .., hi-hi-hi," I cried starting from the front of the car. Some people look at me. Just let them know, this one widow I've got a stamp, it only belongs to Vesti, period.

Widya laughed hearing me say that, "Wa'alaikum greetings, crazy people indeed! Where is the loud voice."

I was just grimacing my teeth. I put my hand out so he could greet me. Not shaken, but pushed hard. I go into the house and sit alone without any invitation, is the future host of the time to be welcome?

Widya brought me a snack. Bakwan and mendoan combined with soy sauce sambal, wih delights. I told you what I heard from Tisha's sister. He responded to me with laughter.

"You're a real freak, Mom. Is it because her parents are influential?" ask her while chewing bakwan.

Come to think of it, it is indeed om Sus position is high. It must be because this thing is acting more and more. Basic mama!

"So?" throwing it at me.

"What?" repay me

He cleared the corners of his lips with a tissue, "Would you please?"

"Yes, obviously not to. I'm crazy to want the same choice. I want to be the same as you. This is my title, Vesti for Widya, Widya for Tompi. Understood?" Anxious, I pinched his cheek. While engrossed together, Gandi came and saw our behavior. Well, it's got me again.

Widya welcomed her son and briefly prepared a meal. There are some patients who are waiting for the woman to do the examination. Finished preparing Gandi's needs, he left me to work.

"Gandi's at home, get there." Widya put on a white suit while patting my shoulder.

I hesitated towards the kitchen. I saw my future son eating. I pulled out a chair and sat facing him. His eyes looked at me questioningly.

"Your legs are still sick, Gan?" I tried to choose the right conversation.

He just shook his head. My fingers knocked on the table repeatedly, a sign I really did not find a topic to chat with. We both sat in complete silence. Until the sound of the lizard felt threatening.

"Om eating already?" Sandy suddenly asked me something. Ah, really! It's not an illusion, is it?

"Om not eating yet, why?" I wish he had said something again.

"Indeed you don't offer Om a meal?" Yup! Looks like this kid's starting to melt with me.

I shook my head. Widya did not offer me food. "May Om ask for a little?" my many.

I feed a spoonful of rice and kale oseng to my mouth. Delicious. He told me about his day at school. Gandhi wanted me to teach him about mathematics. Thank God, maybe this is the way for me to win Gandi's heart. I hope that.

"Om dating mama?" The question quickly came out of the mouth of a teenager. Of course I was surprised to find him. How could he know? Did Widya tell him? Ah, it feels impossible.

We both promised to keep this relationship a secret. But, why does Gandi with his symbol say I'm dating his mom? I got coughed.

"Please don't make mamah sad and cry again, Om." That request. Does this mean he blesses us? I don't want to jump to conclusions too soon. I asked what Gandi said.

Afraid of later misrepresenting. Gandhi explained to me. Several times he caught her joking and laughing with her phone. He thought it was me. When checking the call list, it turns out that my name is what Widya often contacts.

"You ..., do you agree that Mama and Om are in a relationship?" manya curious.

Gandi nodded his head. That's a sign he's blessing us. "May Om question your mother and make you Om's son?"

"About Om still wants to think of Gandi as the son of Om? I've never been good to Om." This young man is expressing his heart.

I never thought it was bad. This attitude of Gandhi is natural. I was a stranger to her, trying to get into her life. He deserves to be indifferent.

I pressed my chair and rubbed his head. "Om not only love the same mama. I love Gandi too."

I held her hand and thanked her for giving me my blessing. After a few months of struggle, this boy was willing to open his heart to me. Thank you, Gandi, you made our stalled step forward.

So happy, I hugged Gandi. "Would we have the blessing of mbah uti sama akung also yes, son."

Gandi returned my embrace. Ah, glad I am. Behind the unpleasant news about the plan, it turns out tucked away wisdom.

"Why on the hug?" widya asked to surprise us both.

Gandi ended his meal and immediately cleaned the tableware. Widya I still let confused by what she saw.

"Bath first," always while wearing a towel on the clothesline.

Widya forced me to tell her things during work. I tell you everything that just flows. This woman was teary hearing it. He ran to his son's room.

I'm not ceasing to give thanks. It paid off our patience with Gandi. Really, I'm very happy right now.

Widya came back and thanked me.

"Gulfed, dong!" my door.

"Gandi's hug again there." Widya still does not want us to exceed the interaction. But, good anyway. This woman can take good care of her.

I got a call from Mom. Asking me to come home soon because I'm going to take me to see someone. I accept his request. Not for now, but tomorrow.

I promised my son-in-law that I would teach him math. I want to accompany my future family first. Putting aside other affairs, including the demand for mamah.

Widya offered me to eat. I'm nodding. My headache went away on its own. The cure is eating. Ha-ha-ha. Basic me.

"Nake?" tanyakanya. I'm nodding. I asked him to prepare provisions for my lunch.

"I'm not cooking in the morning, honey." Widya poured water for me. "No one's driving there."

"Take you a minute, Mah. Post it at the guard post. Then Papah will take it himself," I asked for force.

Finally he sent me lunch. A picture like this, is enough to represent the cypress family right, guys?

Pray for me to win the heart of my future father-in-law.