Reunion After

Meet That Man

Pov: Widya's

My eyes widened to see the tall man standing before my own eyes. There was a girl who looked very much like him. Who her? Why are they both in my house?

"During the meeting, Wid. Remember me?" His voice was the same as the last time we met. Making old memories twisted by time machines.

I tried to smile even though I failed. Gandi and the girl seemed to want to bombard me with questions.

"But you know Gandi's mother?" ask the girl. All right, here I can conclude that the girl is the son of Mas Tasks.

"Bapy? Isn't this about you, Ran?" ask my son to his friend.

The girl just smiled, "He's my papi. It's not my fault if you consider it me. Your people didn't ask anything."

"Papi knows, om Tompi is also very familiar. Is that right, Wid?" askinya.

I just nodded, trying to divert the conversation by introducing Gandi to Mas Tasks. Mas Task, a police officer who already has a lot of stars. No matter what the star is, the star of the night, the star of the emon, and other stars.

You really want to know who he is? He is the brother of a friend of mine. More precisely a man's friend. Do you remember what if a man and a woman make a friendship? There must be a middle? What was? You guys must know.

Yes, in the middle there is a growing taste. I'm not denying that. Attention, mutual openness, and a sense of care incarnate and concoct themselves fused into a feeling of affection and love.

For me who was still Junior High, yaang just felt the love of monkeys very happy with the taste that was there at that time. But, all was lost because of the words of the man who was now in front of me. Mas Duty sternly and coldly told me that I should stay away from his sister.

My ears are clearly recording his words. Until this moment, I still remember it.

"You really love that same Vesti? Make your sacrifice now. Stay away from her, let her succeed with her dreams. Besides, there are still more girls out there than you." Mas Tasks is very cold and expressionless when asking me to know myself. Look at his eyes then, just like now. Still cruel.

I let her sit down, but she refused. He chose to hurry and leave his daughter to me. What do rich people do like this? Always never feel guilty and play giving orders without apologizing first? Even though it was a very past time?

Ah, nevermind. I don't want to bother with it anymore. Rather than my mood being bad, right?

Gandi introduced me to Mas Tasks' son. Her name is Rania, beautiful. His face looks like an Easterner. Is Mas Duties wife still of Arab blood? I don't know, I don't know.

I praised Rania's beauty, "MasyaAllah, ayu tenan you, Nduk."

"Well, Rania doesn't understand our language. He was born in Sulawesi." Gandi explained to me where the girl came from.

"Oh, sorry. Aunt doesn't know. Your mom is from Sulawesi?" manya curious.

"Yes, Tan. Aunty knows Tompi? That's me, you know," said Rania. This girl is so cheerful. The aura is positive. Same with Task. It's hideous!

"Yes, Auntie's friend from SD to Junior High. Um you..., healthy?" I'm a little afraid Gandi is suspicious.

"Health, Tan. Om now one office with papi."

Without me swearing deeper, this girl generously shared the information where my best friend was. We are one city. I can only sigh. Don't know what's going to happen in the future.

Gandhi asked Rania to hurry. I asked their plans. Where are you going?

"Jaga Rania as her papi, Gan. Watch out for anything." Message her.

"Well, why is Gandi messing with him? Take it easy, Mah. Gandi doesn't have the same taste of a chatty and ugly chick like her." Gandhi said it in front of Rania. I can clearly catch Rania's expression of disappointment.

The girl was shaking her lips. I laughed seeing them. Yes that's teenagers, the most fun times.

"Who's word is Rania ugly? Rania au's. It's pretty!" I'm defending the son of Mas Duties.

"Your mother said I am beautiful. What was Auntie? Wh-mayu! Ah yes it is. I'm ayu!"

"Who are you beautiful. So the bike around the village, right? If not, I go back to sleep!" said Gandi wanted to immediately end his conversation with Rania.

Presumably, Rania put her heart on Gandi. I shook my head. Afraid that it would happen. I don't want Mas Tasks to demean Gandi like I used to.

"Don't think about it, Wid. You are enough to be humbled by the Tompi family. Don't get your descendants, too. Hopefully Gandi can keep his feelings for Rania. Aamiin's." Aki spoke for herself.

I went into the room and took a shower. Then after finishing going to the kitchen and see the ingredients. There's only sausage, soy sauce, sauce, onions. All right, cook with potluck.

"Tara.., it smells." I can't wait to eat it.

Ah, it's delicious just sausages that I added soy sauce, sauce, and onions. When I was full, I went into the room. My eyes feel heavy.

The patient arrived at three in the morning. After I monitored for two hours there was no progress of labor and I had to take her to the hospital. I checked my phone, there was a notification that I would immediately transfer the donation funds for the reunion tomorrow.

"OK, done. Markibo, let's get booted." It didn't take long for me to dissolve in the dream.

I don't know what I thought until I met him. Tompi looked at me and threw her smile. Why is that smile the same? I had to wake up so I wouldn't look at that smile for too long.

Turns out Gandi was trying to wake me up. I collect my life before I get out of bed. There are patients who need help.

"Ran, tired?" I asked to see the girl straightening her legs while leaning back.

"Yes, Tan. Where the Gandi forgot to bring water and money again" he replied.

I saw my son giggling. That girl must have been Gandi's nosiness. If Papi Rania knows we're finished, Gandi.

"Take a drink there. All the meals, Auntie cooked the sausage." I rushed to my practice.

When I returned home, I was watching Gandi thrust his used glass into Rania. I quickly prevented it.

"You are not muhrim! If the minun of the same glass, moreover it has hit your lips, Gandi, that means you kiss! It's sin!" I was so excited to explain that.

Ah, goddamn. Why should those memories be replayed? Gandhi almost made the mistake I did.

You want to know what my mistake was? Just in the next episode. Ha-ha-ha.