Single Parent But Virgin

Plan

Fimi clucked when he heard Dava's words, that he was not to pick up the mother, but instead wanted to see her.

"Come, Auntie, Fimi anter," asked Fimi to Alifa who was currently still sitting in her place.

Fimi got up from her seat, and went to her room to change her clothes. When the woman was done and returned to the living room. Aunt Alifa and Dava are not there.

"Where is Auntie Alifa going?" Fimi asked the mother, then looked for her son's whereabouts as well.

"Udah came home just now with his son, oh yes Fir also came, he said later here again, really." Marina replied then moved up and went to her room.

"Oh, yeah. Mama want some meatballs?" fimi shouted at the mother in her room.

"You," Marina replied with a shout also from within.

"Come on!" Fimi sat on the sofa waiting for her.

Not even the middle-aged woman approached him. "Come on! waiting for papa to come home."

Fimi got up from her seat and passed out, but the woman did not use her car. Fimi pulled out his motorbike.

"We're riding a bike?" asked Marina with a big smile. Nodding from Fimi made the middle-aged woman directly approach her daughter and sit in the backseat.

"If only Mama had a son, maybe now that Mama's screwed over him," Marina told her daughter.

"Udah, Mom. There's Fimi." The woman then drove her motorcycle to their subscription meatball shop.

The journey to the meatball shop only takes about ten minutes by motorbike. At first they would wrap it up and eat it at home, but Marina said that it had not been a meatball together here in a long time.

Fimi and Marina were seated at a table close to the window.

In this meatball shop the theme is lesehan, so there are only a few tables. Both are ordering their favorite meatballs. While waiting, Marina asked about the relationship of her youngest daughter with the second son of the Pramudya family.

"So, where have you and Nak Dava gone?"

"So far, Ma," replied Fimi origin while stirring the sauce in front of him.

"Don't do that, Mama saw that Nak Dava was serious with you," Marina said.

Along with that, their order came.

Fimi began to stir the meat, then affix sauces, sambal and soy sauce as well as lime. When going to add more sambal again, suddenly someone brushed his hand until the spoon fell back into the bowl.

"Do not care, you do not love your stomach" said the baritone voice.

"Yes, Mimi." Now the voice of a very familiar little boy Fimi.

"You guys, you know where we're from?" Marina asked the two men of different ages.

"Om Hendra who knows, Auntie. We've been home, Om Hendra also just came like that."

"Oh, Mama told you before, go here. Yes, I ordered meatballs!" Marina glanced at her daughter.

"What meatballs do you want?" ask Fimi to Dava.

"Just be like you." Dava glanced at Fimi's meatball bowl whose sauce had turned red. However, it looks so tempting. Finally, the man shifted the bowl and started to try it, it tasted good, it was spicy but it felt fresh.

"Dava ate first and had Fimi, Auntie," the man told the middle-aged woman who was feeding her granddaughter. Marina just nodded her head.

When Fimi returned, the woman was shocked to see her meatballs, which had now changed hands. "Why does eating have me?" his gerrick.

"And I pesen the same meatballs, so it's okay me first," replied Dava annoyingly, even the sweat on his forehead was already pouring.

"Fir, Mimi's done making Fir too, so don't ask for Oma ya, honey," said Fimi softly.

Meanwhile, Dava and Marina continue eating her meatballs. Not long after, Fimi's order came. The woman again mixes her meatballs with her favorite seasoning. Fir also started eating his favorite little meatballs.

Dava and Marina have already finished their meatballs. However, just as the man was about to take Fimi's drink. The woman, took it and drank it straight away.

"Geez, my son's aunt is very ignorant, this is Dava pesesesan." Dava complained to Marina who even chuckled at the behavior of the two.

"You're a good match, according to Auntie." Marina was talking about something else.

Their debate ended, as Fir whined about going home.

**

Time went on, after the incident at the meatballs shop. Dava is getting more and more determined to tease Fimi. If lunch arrives, the man suddenly arrives at Fimi's place for lunch. Who else gave the news that it wasn't Nesa.

However, today there is something different in the boutique. All of a sudden, Alifa came there and ordered a wedding dress for Dava.

"Fimi can make it, right for Dava?" ask the middle-aged woman.

"Of course, Auntie. We're here to make the clothes that Auntie wants." Fimi answered professionally, even though in the corner of his heart asked who the man would marry, and why he had to aggressively approach her if it turned out that she would marry someone else.

"I'm sorry, Madam, is her dress just for Mr. Dava? Not with his future wife?" Nesa asked that question.

"Of course with his future wife, let Dava alone later bring him here yes," replied Alifa.

Nesa looked at Fimi who was trying to stay professional, even though she knew her best friend was not okay.

"Thank you, son. If so, Auntie went home first," concluded Alifa while holding Fimi's body.

"Together, Aunt. Auntie's coming home with Om?" ask Fimi. The woman nodded her head, then resigned herself and left the boutique Klarisa.

After the woman's departure. Fimi dropped her body on the sofa. His chest feels tight, somehow his feelings are also not because of.

"Fi, are you all right?" Nesa asked when she knew that her best friend was not well.

"Is this my karma for always turning down guys, Nes?" Fimi covered her face with both palms.

"Hey, you don't do that. If he's your soul mate, no matter how far he runs, he'll still come back to you, Fi." Nesa tried to comfort her best friend.

"Eitherway. Designing a wedding dress for a lover who is going to marry someone else, how sad my fate is" Fimi murmured.

Meanwhile in a car, a middle-aged woman was calling someone. "Just remember our plan seems to work, I've been running my part."

The woman who remained beautiful in her twilight years, sighed before continuing her words.

"I'm actually sorry to see him, you know he's still trying to be professional even though I know maybe his heart isn't okay."

"It's okay for him to know his own feelings." His interlocutor answered in that phone call.

"You really are .. but Papi supports it for the good of our son."

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