Reunion After

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Pov: Vest

After my thoughts were fresh, I decided to go home. Some of Widya's neighbors greeted me. Very friendly to them. There are some who say that I will soon join them as a citizen.

"Ready, 86!" I said while saluting. The fathers were happy and applauded.

Widya gave me the code so I could leave her house. But, fun to also gather with them. Later, if I go to Widya's house again, I want to go coffee at the kucingan stall.

"Mbak Widya, this is the new Gandi's father-to-be?" ask someone.

I want to know my future girlfriend's answer. Or did he dare or not tell the fathers of one of his RT ?

"Just pray, sir," replied the woman I love. I want to run back to him and hug him. But I say, afraid of being judged to cross the line.

"Cie .., suit-suit ..." It was so tight they teased us.

A little madness today was enough to treat the headaches I felt, as a result of my own mental behavior. I drove the car out of Widya's house. I sing my song happy according to my mood.

I know my path is still long. Fighting for the blessing of our parents is not easy. But I'm sure, effort won't betray results. Always accompanied by do'a in every effort I make.

I have to clear up one thing. Mamahku madness. I heard Widya's words. Yes, mama has always pursued the rank of her children. Neither I nor Duties, must always obey the choice of mama.

But this time I disagree. This is beyond the limits of reasonableness. I got out of the car and went into the house. As always, I will welcome you. Giving a smile that cools the heart. Unfortunately all of that was just a sweet opening to draw my heart.

"Have you eaten?" ask Mamah to me.

I just nodded while taking off my shoes. I'm going to my room, but Mom calls me again. Said that tomorrow afternoon I should take her to the house om Sus, to see her son.

"Please ask your favorite child. Vest no business," I refused a little harshly. I was upset with my attitude.

"Your mom's out of town tomorrow, Tom. You used to be diligent in driving Mamah here and there, after meeting the widow again why is it like this? Are you influenced by it?" Mamah again accused Widya.

I just shut up and opened the room door, "Tompi's tired, Mah."

"You're not done talking, Tom. The vest!"

I lean behind the door. Exhaling an upset breath. I threw the car keys and the waist bag over the bed. Choosing to calm the mind under the shower.

Dawn replaced the lonely night, before leaving for work I was reminded again by mamah.

"Well, Tompi does not want to be with his son om Sus. Please don't force the vest! Vesti has the right to make my own choice, Mah!"

I rushed to the office because the clock was showing at 06.45 WIB. I left the mother who was still staring at the door of the house.

Widya kept her promise to send me lunch. My subordinates are taunting me all out.

"This way, the canteen closes, Ndan!" seloroh one of my men.

I smiled and immediately returned to the room.

"Seriously bring supplies? Tumbens, Tom. Try tasting!" Mas Bagyo was about to ask for my lunch.

"The spy!" Mas Bagyo did not accept my attitude. "Eh, but, who sent you supplies? Wanda Ma'am?"

"No! This is from my future wife, so don't ask!"

Everyone in the room cheered me. This is what I don't like about them. It's always been a scene.

"When were we introduced to sister-in-law?" they're cheating on me. I'll just answer later.

Now time shows four o'clock more. Honestly, I'm lazy to go home. Mama must be waiting for me. But I no longer have activities. I can't go to Widya's house because she's referring patients. Gandi still les.

Oh, come on, I'll just go home. Adhere to the desire to visit the child om Sus. Want to avoid like anything, my parents will continue to carry out their plans.

Sure enough, mamah was ready and went straight into the car. I was not given the chance to shower and change clothes. I stepped back on the gas pedal of my car, driving on the crowded asphalt road smoothly.

Mom and I have arrived at Sus's house. Experiencing the host and invited into his palace. We were very well received. Food and drinks are served very well.

Mamah and aunt Rus chatted very much. I just shut up and play with my phone. Suddenly there was a voice of a woman screaming from the upper room. His voice was loud down. Is that aunt Rus's son?

Aunty Rus ran to the upper room. Mamah asked me to accompany aunt Rus. Inevitably, I had to go up. Severer. Really bad. The woman is on a rampage. Terrible right?

He broke the glass with his own hands. There were some broken glass clinging to the woman's hand. Blood was flowing slowly on his injured hand. Aunty Rus tried to calm him down. Hugging the woman while stroking her curly hair.

I took the water and gave it to my aunt Rus. The woman stared with a blank look. Suddenly the woman cried and went back into hysterics. Aunty Rus asked me to find her son's medicine. After ketemy, immediately the drug was minimized to his son.

"Perfect, sorry. Eliminate to your mama Aunty can't visit him. Next time, we'll fix this problem. Go home, Mina is hysterical."

Aunty Rus is still busy calming her son named Mina. I offered to call an ambulance to get Mina taken to the hospital and get proper treatment. He agreed, I immediately contacted the ambulance.

After the ambulance arrived, aunt Rus and Mina went to the hospital. I stared with anger at Mamah.

"Why the hell, Mah? Eager to match Tompi with son om Sus? See right? Mama wants to have a mentally unwell ghost?"

Mom won't answer all my questions. It pisses me off more. We hurry home. On the way, no one starts a conversation.

"We came at an inopportune time" said Mamah but still heard in my ear.

"What do you mean, Mah? You mean Mamah tomorrow we still have to go there again?" I try to hold back my frustration.

"Of course, Mamah told aunt Rus first."

I can only shake my head.

"Mate crazy rank!"

Mamah turned her head towards me, "Take care of your words when you talk to Mamah! Is this what the widow taught you? Dare to fight Mamah?"

"This has nothing to do with Widya, Mah! Don't take her! It's pure selfishness Mom! Just sell me to the wives of those higher-ups. How is this different from selling yourself? Is this what you expect from me?"

"Enough!" Mom nodded at me hard.