Son-in-law for Mom

Apartment Boy's

Love is ... you! But I realized it too late ...

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Alva waited for Safira to pack. He sat on the terrace with Mr. Soleh. Simple men are fun to talk to. Although his education is not high but the knowledge of life makes Alva like every speech that comes out of his lips.

"Mas Alva, sometimes life is not as smooth as we want. But that does not mean we give up, keep turning on the belief that there will be happiness after disappointment," he said as if understanding the turmoil of the man's heart.

Alva nodded with a flat smile.

"So when is Pak Soleh going to town?" tanyakanya.

"Maybe the day before Mas Tyo and Safira get married."

Mr. Soleh told me about his grandson who had just been born. The man's eyes sparkled happily.

"Trust me, Mas. Mas Alva's father and mother would be very happy if they had grandchildren!" he looked straight ahead, "oh yes, Mas Alva does have a candidate too?"

Hearing that, he just smiled rubbing his neck and then shook his head.

"Difficult, Sir!"

"Difficult?"

"It's hard to find a good partner."

Mr. Soleh chuckles that if he wants to get a good partner, then he must be good too.

"Where might good people want to be with bad people .. simply put it that way, Mas." Again he smiled flatly. Alva realizes that she does not deserve to miss Safira. He feels like he lost everything to his brother. Tyo is a mature man, kind and always sweet to Safira.

Alva sipped a warm tea that was served by Bu Soleh when the girl he was waiting for came out of the room. With her hair tied back, her blue canal dress and pink lipstick-polished lips charm her. Alva seemed to be bewitched to see that sight.

"Well, that's Nak Safira ready, Mas!" Mr. Soleh's voice surprised him.

The girl's smile greeted him kindly.

"Eum .. are we leaving now?" the tananya covered the nervousness. For some reason, before he was so confident and never this big in front of women. Despite meeting Safira many times, only this time he felt nervous overwhelmingly.

"Yes, Mas. Later on the road."

Alva nodded, and they said goodbye to the couple who were guarding the house.

Along the way they kept quiet. Every now and then Alva glanced at the girl next to him then refocused on driving.

"Eum .. We stop drinking yuk! If you don't mind," asked Alva.

"By," sahut Safira.

The man smiled with relief as the girl agreed. Slowly he sidestepped the car and stopped in front of a five-foot stall offering a variety of fresh juices.

"What juice do you like?"

"I ... just guava!"

Sitting face to face in front while waiting for the order again made the two mute. Alva himself seemed to run out of words, he just played the gadget then put it back in his pocket.

"Mas, why the fidget? Looks like something ...."

"It's okay, just ...."

"What's free?"

Before long the waiter came to bring the order.

"Drink first."

Alva's phone shook, her lips turned to a smile.

"Hello, Brother."

"___"

"Berez, safe!"

"___"

"Yes, Brother. Quiet." Calm."

"___"

"Bye!"

Alva hung up. He looked at Sapphira and said, "My brother loves you very much!"

Safira smiled nodding, "i know."

Hearing that answer Alva smiled bitterly. Soon he finished the juice in front of him.

"We go on again!" he said he shuffled from sitting down and left Sapphira just like that.

"Mas Al, wait! The keys!" Safira followed the man.

"Thank you!" he said he took the key from Safira's hand. The girl felt that something was wrong from Alva's change in attitude. However, he refrained from asking.

The man drove the car faster, this time he played loud music making Safira uncomfortable.

Alva took a quick look.

"You can set yourself up, I'm busy driving!" resounding.

Sapphira adjusts the volume so that the sound is no longer deafening.

"Saffira."

"Yes, Mas?"

"It's okay. The journey is still quite far. You can sleep until we get there" he said.

"I'm not sleepy, Mom. I ... fear!"

"Fearful? Scared why?"

He seemed hesitant to answer.

"Why are you afraid?" Alva grabs the cigarette on the dashboard and lights it creating a puff of smoke. The girl looked a little bit cupped.

"Do you like smokers?" Sharp lyrics.

Safira. He looked out the window.

"Oh yeah, what are you afraid of?"

"Can I open the window?"

Alva raised an eyebrow in agreement.

"Mas Alva likes to smoke?"

"You haven't answered my question."

The girl took a deep breath. In a soft voice he said that he was afraid to see the change in Alva's attitude.

"Why is Mas Al so angry at me?"

Alva pulled her lips up then shook her head.

"Have I not been like this since? Why scared?"

Silent, there was a sudden sense of grief in Safira's heart. Her eyes are glazed. The haughty man came back. It is no longer as warm as it was a while ago. He was no longer as attentive as he was in the garden at that time.

Smoke plumes Alva cigarette, again greet the sense of smell Sapphira. The girl was forced to hold her breath in order to not cough. However, he also coughed. Not stopping, as if to express his disappointment, he did not care about Sapphira.

"I'm going down!"

He looked surprised and then looked back ahead.

"What's wrong? Going to the restroom?"

Safira.

"I'm just gonna take the bus!"

Alva suddenly braked at the request.

"Mas! We could be fucked!"

"You're the one who made a woe! Why are you suddenly talking?" The horn of the car in the back makes Alva marginalize his car.

"Why did you suddenly get on the bus?"

"I can't stand it! Enough, Mum! I am not a statue that has no feelings!" his weakness.

"What do you mean?"

"Mas, Mas's cigarette smoke is already bothering me. I know that, but why doesn't it seem like I care? Then why did Mas come back rude to me? What's my fault?" scab it with wet cheeks.

Alva leaned her head, then rubbed the rough face. He himself was frustrated with the situation. He is trying not to behave like that.

However, he could not hide how his heart was colonized with jealousy imagining that the girl would soon be separated from him. Even if it happens as a result of itself.

Sapphires sob, while dusk begins to show its color. He grabbed the bag to get out of the car. Alva's sturdy hand held him.

"Don't come out! You'll take me home. I promise I won't make you cry after this!"

Sapphira bowed with flowing tears. With Alva's index finger slowly raised the girl's chin.

"Gear me, Safira. At least for today alone ..." he said softly away from his attitude earlier. The girl's clear eyes looked at the sharp eyes in front of her.

They are very close now not far away. There are different degrees in the hearts of both. There is a sense that is difficult to express from their netra. They stared at each other for a long time, as if one of them did not want to end.

"Thank you, Safira. I'm sorry!"

Alva stopped the eye contact, he quickly started the car and then drove it back to the city.

"At least I know you have it too" he murmured inwardly.

There was a small stump on her lips as she looked at the red hue on the girl's face.

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