Son-in-law for Mom

Eps. 1 - Joya & Boy

Mendung was still hanging when the old woman he used to call the princess was buried. Sapphira sat down on the usual chair she and the princess sat down to enjoy the twilight. He was so attached to the old woman. For him, Eyang Fatima was a substitute parent. Since the accident seven years ago that killed both parents, the yellow-skinned girl became a kara.

Both of Sapphira's parents were farmers of Eyang Fatima's rice fields. Although the economic situation is not so good, he can still go to school until he graduated high school in his small village. When her mother left, Safira had just taken her final school exam.

The accident had made him broken charcoal. However, God helped him through the employer of his parents. He worked in the large house of Eyang Fatima as an assistant who served the old woman until she was called God.

The gentle rubbing on the shoulder made Safira surprised. In front of her a smiling mother stared. While shrinking his tears he nodded respectfully.

"Santi's mother," she turned away from the chair, but quickly the wise woman prevented.

"Sit down, I want to talk" he said while teaching Safira. The long haired girl smoothed out a sitting position. Jemari lentiknya interlocked.

"Safira, I want you to come to the city, you live with my mother there," said Santi's mother rubbed Safira's back. The tiered legged girl raised an incredulous face looking at the smiling middle-aged woman beside her.

"I work at Mom's?" tanyanya doubt. With a smile, the woman nodded.

"My mom used to tell me that you're good at making cakes?"

Safira's face sparkled then nodded. Santi's mother offers to open a cake and coffee shop in the complex where she lives.

"It so happens that there is a kiosk for sale there, you can start a cake shop business as well as a cafe, how?"

The offer certainly made her happy, despite the heartbreak. Remembering he was about to leave the village where he grew up.

"You don't have to worry, you can come to this place occasionally. This house is like your home, right?" santi said as if she knew what she was thinking.

***

The large, open-air fenced-in house welcomes Safira and Ibu Santi. One guard bowed respectfully as the car passed the fence. While in front of the house, Miss Santi invited her down. Safira came down with a bag of clothes. The beautiful eyes of the girl traced every corner of the courtyard of the house. All plants are neatly maintained, with green grass like a rug beautifying the look of the front garden of the house.

"Come, enter Safira," invited the woman who still looks beautiful at her age. He hesitates to follow the woman in front of him. An older woman was moved to welcome Ms. Santi nodded politely.

"Safira, this is Mbok Mirah. Mbok, this is Safira, he will stay here. Oh yeah, the room's ready?" Santi's mother said as she plopped down onto the soft, ivory-yellow sofa. Still with a respectful position the woman named Mirah nodded while saying, "already, Mom."

"Safira, you follow Mbok Mirah to your room, after that lunch, mother wait," he ordered with a smile.

The girl in blue floral dress nodded her head following Mbok Mirah up the stairs.

"Well, this is a room for you, put your clothes there," said Mbok Mirah pointing to a large closet attached to the pale yellow wall. The girl nodded awkwardly. For a whole new lifetime he saw a large room space three times his residence.

"Now you take a shower, change your clothes and go to the dining room, yes" said the little white-haired woman as she exited the room.

Safira himself still stood in disbelief with what he saw. One queen size bed, upholstered in ivory yellow sheets, there is a large television, a dressing table in the corner of the room above it is available complete makeup equipment that he never knew the function of each.

Slowly he stepped up and put the body on the sofa that was available in the room. Beautiful eyes observe objects that stick to the wall. For a moment he remembered something, in the past when caring for Eyang Fatima, he called the AC that functioned to refresh the room, but until the princess died he could not operate it at all.

He observed the room for a long time. From the outside came the voice of a man whom he did not know. The girl only thought. The voice called Mbok Mirah to immediately clean the room.

Safira remembered he had to clean up immediately. Quickly take clothes from the bag he brought, do not forget toiletries. Slowly opened the door looking for Mbok Mirah, because he did not know where the bathroom was. With doubt he went down the stairs.

"Safira, where are you going?" the woman he was looking for.

"I ... I want to go to the bathroom, Mbok," he said slowly while holding the clothes and toiletries. Mbok Mirah pulled slowly her arm took the girl back to the room.

"Son, you don't have to go out of the room if you want to take a shower, there's already a bathroom in this room" he explained after they were both in Safira's room. Mbok Mirah opened the door next to the dresser. A bathroom with a shower and a large mirror in it is available shower soap and all its complement. The girl's eyes were again round.

"Have a shower, hurry up. I said I was waiting" he looked at Safira.

"Yes, Mbok. Thank you," the girl smiled.

***

Dressed in a maroon-colored long suit with her hair braided in two, Safira stepped towards the dining room. There had been waiting for Santi's mother and Pak Yuda her husband was also a man with a sharp nose who looked to frown. The man's face alternately looked at his parents questioningly.

"Sit here," ordered Santi's mother who had changed clothes more casually. While continuing to twist the tip of the shirt, he sat down on one of the chairs surrounding the large table.

"Alva, this is the girl you told me about back then. He's Safira, remember? She was the one taking care of her eyes in the village," explained Mother Santi staring at her second son. It was seen that the man was observing the details of the girl named Safira in front of him.

"Safira, from today on you have become a member of our family, consider us also as your parents." Pak Yuda opened a voice accompanied by a nod from Santi's mother.

"And you, Alvaro. It's good to start tomorrow accompany him shopping for his needs and some incomplete store needs," said the glasses woman while taking rice to a plate.

The eagle-eyed man looked at his mother in wonder.

"Mom, aren't you wrong? Why Alva?"

"Of course not, because if Mas Pras is not possible right? She's still abroad" the mother replied casually. Then again explained that Safira was trusted to manage the cake shop at the end of their complex.

"No, why should Alva be the same? Why not the same mother?" his protest while gulping down the mineral water in front of him. This time it was his father who replied that his mother should meet a guest from out of town in his office tomorrow. Despite such an explanation, the man still objected.

"Yes, we eat first. Later we continue," interrupted Santi's mother stopped her son's babbling.

After lunch, the mother ordered him to accompany Sapphira tomorrow. Alva refused again. While Safira is still helping Mbok Mirah clear the table.

"Tomorrow, Alva has a promise with Luna, Mom," she said. Mr. Yuda mediates the second debate.

"At least you should get used to the girl. For father and mother agree to marry you to him!"

The man almost jumped to hear his father's words.

"Dad? What the fuck is this mom?" protest with a high voice.

"Why? Safira is a pretty girl she is very patient, and smart of course. Is there anything less?" the mother stared hard.

Alva shook his head quickly.

"Dad, Mother. Don't be kidding!"

"We're not joking about your future" his mother said.

The man with the big nose grabbed his hair and clenched his hands.

"I'm sorry, Dad Mom. Alva can't!"he left the family room.

"the alva! Stay there, I ask you to obey. Leave the woman who knows what her name is. You will soon be engaged to Safira!"

When Santi's mother said that, Safira accidentally heard. His eyes were round, slowly he stepped back into the kitchen.

"Why, Nduk?" mbok Mirah's soft greeting shocked him. Safira shook her head while smiling.

"You should be happy, soon to be the wife of Alvaro Narendra" he rubbed the girl's back.

"Well hear what they say?"

"Mbok knew about this problem since she was in and out of the hospital at that time" explained the woman with the age lines visible on her face.

"Why should I? I'm just a waiter ...."

"For mother and and Mr. Yuda, you are special, Safira," Mbok Mirah said.

***

Alvaro Narendra, a free man, had just finished college and was working at a property company. He was the second of two children.

Prasetya the first son of Ibu Santi is studying S2 abroad. The two brothers are opposite. Alva Cuek, grumpy, lazy but very keeping appearance. Even so this man is very caring and loving especially to the mother.

While the older brother, mature man, gentle, attentive, wise and of course he also loves his mother. It was Alvaro's habit that led to his parents deciding to find a partner for their second son. They don't want their son to have no responsibility.

Prasetya has a wife candidate who has been approved by their mother and father.

***

"Where are mom and dad going?" alva asked as he finished his breakfast. The middle-aged woman explained that her parents had gone out of town early in the morning on business.

"Oh yes, I ordered Mas to take Sapphira to ...."

"Ck! I can't, Mbok. I have an appointment today" Alva said, putting half the sandwich on the plate. The tall man went away.

"But, Mas. I was so cool," Mbok Mirah's voice stopped his steps. He turned around and then shook his head.

"Send him to go alone! Joko sir can take her, right?"

Soon the car left the house. Safira, who had been in the kitchen since, knew everything. His eyes clouded, his fingers clinging to each other.

"Safira, you just go with the driver. Later Mbok told Pak Joko," said the housekeeper. Doubtful the soft-faced girl nodded.

Not that he didn't want to go alone, but he was completely foreign to this city. During his life he lived in the village, befriending grass, rice shoots and fragrant wildflowers. He said when Mbok Mirah told him to get in the car.

"Sir Joko will guide you later, remember not to go without Mr. Joko," the woman's message was friendly.

The car rolled into one of the biggest malls in the city. Mr. Joko kindly let the girl down.

"Sir, I was told to go to the market, not to this building," he said confused as he swept his eyes in various directions. The thin man smiled explaining that the market in question was this place.

"I don't know where to buy next to the sale of cake ingredients and equipment, sir," he said sounding doubtful.

Mr. Joko explained later that he would guide the girl. Walking in the footsteps of the personal driver Bu Santi and continuing to twist the tip of the clothes he was wearing, the girl seemed to occasionally stop her steps staring at the amazement of the walking stairs. Lucky Mr. Joko spryly, immediately able to pinch Safira's arm.

"Well, Sister Safira can choose the materials and equipment here."

The girl's eyes were rounded to see the lineup of cake supplies and other necessities plastered in front of her eyes. He no longer heard Mr. Joko's message to keep waiting for him, because the elderly middle-aged man wanted to go to the toilet. The girl in two braids observed and continued to walk until she was unaware that she was far from where she was left by the private driver Bu Santi.

Seriate.