Son-in-law for Mom

Getting close (2)

Almost a month already Safira began a new activity, after tidying up the room and cleaning himself, he was preparing to leave for his cake shop and cafe. Wearing a yellow long skirt and a white blouse top she is very charming. There was no makeup on her clean face. A little hasty down the stairs.

Santi's mother and Mr. Yuda, who were finishing breakfast, turned to him at the same time.

"You have breakfast first, Sapphira," said Santi. Safira smiled saying she was still not hungry.

"Let's have breakfast at the cafe, ma'am."

The glasses woman asked Alva for whereabouts. Hearing that quickly Safira asked himself to immediately go to the cafe.

"Okay, you ask between Mr. Joko aja," said Mr. Yuda in a nod to the head by the long-haired girl.

There are some people who are deliberately prepared by Bu Santi, they are trusted to help Safira make a new menu every day, including cakes that become the flagship of their store. With Mr. Joko he headed to his place of business. Although still fairly new but has started many visitors and customers who come. There are some of them who are already very familiar with Safira, it certainly makes him happy, have new friends. He no longer cared about Alva's attitude towards her. The man remained as usual, cold even as if he did not know himself.

"Morning, Safira ..." greet one of the visitors as the girl was busy behind the counter. He raised a smiling face to return the greeting.

"Mas Bastian, how are you? Please sit down, Mom, oh do you want to pesen as usual?" tanyanya friendly. The man named Bastianitu smiled nodding. That man is a photographer. Some time ago he was interested when he saw the reddish-faced girl was serving visitors, the man thought the natural beautiful face of Safira was worthy of being a model magazine where he worked.

Before long Safira and Bastian are seen exchanging stories. The friendly carrying of the man in jeans made him feel comfortable.

"Where did you agree to my offer the other day?" He said as he sipped the black coffee in front of him. Safira smiled, she shook her head saying she still could not make any decisions.

"Why? Anybody mind?" tanyanya seriously.

Again he shook his head.

"No, Mas. But I am the only one who is not confident" he said lirih.

Bastian chuckled, he again convinced the pointy-legged girl to develop herself.

"Okay, maybe you're scared because I'm a stranger or something, but you can call the number on this business card, he's my editor," the boy with the hair handed the business card into Safira's hands.

"You don't worry, I just want to make sure, there's no need to rush" he continued, taking a cigarette out of his shirt bag. Safira looked at Bastian with a look of objection. The man smiled back into the bag.

"Okay, I'm going to the office first, see you later" he said, packing. The girl smiled as she took off Bastian.

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At ten o'clock in the evening he and the employees closed the shop. Mr. Joko that day could not pick up because the driver picked up Prasetyo who came tonight. He got a message from Miss Santi to be picked up by Alva. Actually without being picked up he could go home alone, but his adoptive mother did not allow it.

Thirty minutes had passed, although the atmosphere was not too quiet, he still felt afraid. Safira sat on the front bench of his shop, occasionally setting his sights on the street. It soon seemed that the motorbike was approaching. The girl had a worried face.

"Hi, it's late why are you still here?" greet someone from the top of the motorcycle while opening his binocular helmet.

"Mas Bastian!" exclaim Safira relieved.

"I'm taking you home?" bargained for. The girl seemed to doubt. As he was thinking a white Fortuner was approaching. A man in a dark blue shirt with his arms folded until his elbows approached them.

"Lake in!" cold command. While Safira looked at Bastian doubtfully.

"Who is he?" the man looked at Alva.

"He ...."

"I said you're in!" He repeated the command. This time without refuting the girl rushed into the car after saying thanks.

"Hi, I'm Alva ...." The man reached out to Bastian.

"Bastian, I'm a customer at this cafe," he said.

Hearing that Alva pulled her lips.

"Okay, thank you for being our customer, good night" he said, leaving Bastian.

"Wait, Alva!"

The man held back his head to the man who was still sitting on his big motorbike.

"I don't know who you are and what your relationship is with Safira, but I'm interested in having her model in my magazine!" Smiling, he left the place.

Alva was stunned to hear Bastian's words. At first glance he glanced into the car, looking Safira was closed. The man rushed in the car and drove home.

The car had entered the yard, while Safira looked asleep. Alva leaned her head sighing.

"Wake up, it's here!" he said without looking at the girl next to him. But Sapphira seemed unaware of it.

"Ck! Safira, wakeup!" This time his voice was high. The long haired girl blinked then looked at Alva.

"Sorry I overslept! Thank you" he said, rushing out of the car.

"Wait!" prevent Alva.

"What's up, Mom?"

"I hope you selectively choose friends!" he then preceded Safira to get out of the car. The girl just kept quiet while shaking her head she followed the steps of the man in front of her.

"Darling ... here is Mas Tyo!" welcome Miss Santi who looks fresh even though the night is crawling up. The white-skinned man with a pointed nose of a similar height as Alva stood smilingly looking at him.

"Safira," he said, welcoming Tyo's handshake. The man still smiled without taking off Safira's handshake.

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Since the arrival of Tyo at home, Safira is no longer quiet, he becomes more often laugh jokingly with Alva's brother. Prasetyo is an adult man who is good at melting the atmosphere. The first child of Ibu Santi and Pak Yuda is believed to hold one of the company owned by the father. Actually the man will marry his lover, but the lover chose to leave him and establish a relationship with another man. Even so, Tyo is not a man who is easily broken hearted, for him a soul mate will come at the right time.

"Depart, Fira?" So Tyo called the girl's name.

"Yes, Mom!"

"Bareng yuk!" take Tyo to signal.

The girl smiled sweetly. When Tyo got into the car at a glance he saw Alva had just exited the house. Seeing that, Tyo smiled at his sister. While Alva stared expressionlessly.

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"Sister!"

"Hmm," said Tyo as the younger brother approached in his office.

Alva dropped her body on the sofa. Tyo saw the unrest covering his sister's face. It comes approaching.

"What's wrong?"

Alva tells the story of her relationship with Luna, and their mother's eager plan to marry her to Sapphira.

"Then?" Tyo looked at his sister.

"I love Luna but ...."

"But what?"

"Safira ...."

Tyo chuckles while casually telling Alva to let Safira for him alone. The younger brother's face changed immediately hearing that.

"Why do you look so unwilling?"

Alva was silent with her hair. The glasses guy laughed, rubbing his sister's shoulder.

"Don't tell me you're starting to love her too."

"No, Brother! I don't love her but Mom ...."

Tyo frowned then shook his head.

"Okay, if I can't help you, you know what Mom looks like?"

Alva snorted annoyedly.

"I'm trying to tell Mom, sister!"

"Well, try it, good luck!"

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That afternoon Safira comes editor Bastian, a beautiful woman with a casual look. He came with Bastian, because he was interested in the man's story.

"So this is Safira?" tanyanya shook Safira's hand. The girl smiled.

"You're prettier than Bastian told you!" he patted the girl's shoulder. They soon had a warm conversation. Dian, the name of the woman in casual clothes with short shoulder-length hair. He again offers to make Safira agree to be their magazine model.

"Sorry, Sister Dian. I'm still not interested in that" he gave an excuse.

"Safira!" There was a sudden sound of Alva in their midst.

The girl looked up and smiled.

"Mas Alva," he then introduces the two.

"You again" said Alva, staring at Bastian.

The four of them sat down, Dian re-expressed his intentions.

"Sorry, this Safira .. Mas Alva's sister?"

Alva was silent, he looked at Sapphira who was folding her face.

"No, he's my nephew! And I object if she makes you a model!" he stared at Sapphira.

Bastian and Dian smiled understandingly. They expect Alva to change his decision one day. Then the two guests soon implored.

"I told you once, right? Don't be friends, let's go home!"

"Mas, but it's still afternoon ...."

"When should the owner go home with the employee?" Alva steps out of the cafe by gesturing for Safira to follow