Son-in-law for Mom

Crackle

We do not know when a taste is put by God. Even to a stranger. We'll realize if he starts to stay away.

"Wedding?" Safira asked back.

"Yes, did you forget?"

"Don't Mas Alva want me?" Sapphira's question made Alva quit her activities. His gaze was sharp towards the girl.

"We're going home now!" Soon he closed the laptop and packed his things. Sapphira just watched the man.

"Come on!" tell him when everything's sorted out.

***

Alva was visibly riled up, on his head was a sharp question from the lips of the girl. Safira turned her head when she realized that the man had not brought her home. While the sky looks cloudy.

"Where are we going?"

"I want to talk!"

"Speak it here. Outside the drizzle."

"I have the right to decide where we talk!" Alva looks up pitam. Seeing that Sapphira no longer denied.

The car continued to drive until it reached a lake. That place is very quiet. Only one or two people were there. Because the rain started coming.

The calm atmosphere was felt as Safira followed the footsteps of the man in front of her.

Alva stopped her steps as the two of them were right at the edge of the lake.

"Sit down!" his orders.

Back to the atmosphere. From a distance seen in the middle of the lake some boats are floating piloted the couple began to dock to the edge.

Alva glanced at the neatly-browed girl like a herded ant next to her.

"You don't get me wrong, I never wanted or considered you a fiancee. I just don't want you hanging out with the wrong people!" he broke the silence. Sapphira did not react, the girl tidied the hair that danced played by the baby.

"Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understand, thank you."

Alva nodded in satisfaction.

"Where are you going?" the man asked astonished to see Sapphira stepping closer to the lake. The girl turned her head and stepped back to the lip of the lake. Alva stood by him.

"Germists are getting louder, not here." Alva said looking at the girl.

"I miss my hometown. I want to go home" he said without looking. The man caught a clear hill hanging from the corner of Sapphira's eye.

"Not to cry, let's go home!" his army took Safira's hand. The girl brushed aside slowly refusing to follow Alva. Safira's refusal surprised him. I didn't think the girl was stubborn.

"Ck! It's raining, you know what?"

Suddenly lightning struck with thunder. Sapphira did not show any fear. He stared at a line like a burning root on the horizon. Alva increasingly did not understand the girl in front of him.

Not waiting long soon he pulled the arm of Safira invited the girl to shelter. The two sat in a saung not far from the lake.

The man was still furious as well as astonished by the flat expression of the girl in front of him. As long as he was in contact with the girls, almost all of them were afraid of lightning and such. But that didn't happen to Safira.

The day went up. They are still trapped by the rain. As long as in the saung the two were drifting in each other's minds. Sapphira's clothes and hair were a little wet. While Alva is safer, because he wore a jacket since the cafe exit.

"Aren't you cold?" The man opened his voice. Safira glanced at a glance then shook her head.

"Aren't you afraid of lightning?" curious investigation. Again the girl nodded.

"I love the rain with everything he brings," he stared at the still overcast sky. This time Alva seemed curious about Sapphira's words.

"Everything he brought ... You mean?"

Little sunding is seen on Sapphira's lips.

"Yes, rain with lightning and thunder! Look at it, the sky seems to split when lightning comes, and the world looks bright!" he said without looking. Alva frowned in wonder then shook her head.

"Freak girl!" muttered.

"I had expected, not everyone could understand me," Safira replied still staring at the horizon.

"Okay.it's up to you! Oh yes, about the engagement ...."

"Don't worry, I'll say this to my mother" Safira said lightly.

"You ...."

"That's not what I want? I know myself enough, Mommy."

"You want to talk to mom that ...."

"That I asked to return to the village, and continue my life there."

***

"No! I won't let you go back to the village without Alva!" ms. Santi replied as she expressed her wish. The middle-aged woman looked disappointed by Safira's request.

The couple wanted a daughter. With Sapphira they hope that the girl can be a longing of their wishes.

"Mother, I will remain a mother's daughter, I will remain on good terms with this family without having to be married to Mas Alva" she said politely. Ms. Santi took a deep breath and removed the vision aid on the table.

"What's wrong with you, son? Did Alva hurt you? "Did he say something bad to you?"

With a smile he shook his head and said that nothing had happened between him and the wise woman's second son. Lugas Safira said that Alva is an adult and entitled to the woman of his choice. Although various reasons were put forward by Safira, still the woman in front of him could not accept.

"Where's Alva?" ask him on Mbok Mirah who was passing in front of them.

"Mom knows, Safira. But mother also knows what kind of mother's son," said Ms Santi softly.

"Mother wants you to accompany her days. I see you guys a couple who can fill each other up."

The girl folded her face staring at the floor covered by a thick orange carpet. Although his adoptive mother was sure he was a match with Alva, but not so with him. Safira felt the man was too far away to be 'touched'. He was not sure if the man could love him.

"You can definitely get Alva's love. I know that maybe at this time the mother's child has not been able to accept this decision. But believe me, you can definitely soften his heart."

This time Sapphira took a deep breath.

"Sorry, Mother. Not that I'm against Mom's wishes, but ...."

"Sore, Ma'am," Alva's voice rang out in the middle of them. As usual, the man always kissed his mother's forehead when he got home. While removing the tie he sat next to Miss Santi.

"What's this, Mom? It looks serious?" He looked at Sapphira and her mother in turn.

"Alva, are you still in touch with that girl?" ask Miss Santi without further ado. His son's eyes were round full of questions. At first glance he looked at Safira who was still bending her face.

"This is not a Sapphira complaint. It's just that I feel like you haven't been able to accept this engagement, do you?" cecar the mother.

Alva is restoring frustrated hair. The other sis loved the woman who had given birth to her. But on the other hand, he also loves his lover.

"Mom will arrange your marriage as soon as possible" Ms Santi said.

Hearing the words, the two of them looked towards the middle-aged woman.

"Safira, you can visit your village tomorrow. Alva, you take her. Remember that! I don't want your wedding plans to fail." The woman stepped from her seat into the room.

Alva looked at the girl in front of him annoyed. He thought that Sapphira had complained and planned all this.

"What do you say to me, heh!"

Not wanting the water in her fertilizer to spill, the girl left without answering Alva's questions. There was a small swearing from the man's lips.

***

Safira had been neatly prepared to leave after breakfast. Blue long dress with white flower motif, hair is left unraveled plus a little polish make up, he looks beautiful. Many times Miss Santi praised her performance.

"Where's alva?" ask Tyo.

Safira did not answer, he just smiled. The brother smiled understandingly at the behavior of the sister. He signaled for the girl to be patient.

"I'll call him. You wait here!"

Tyo's voice called out and knocked on his sister's room door.

"Al, you're waiting for Safira" he said as the door opened. Lazy Alva nodded.

"If you don't want to send, let me! At least appreciate the girl, Al!" tyo jolted at the reaction of the man younger than him.

"Yes, Brother. Brother who intervened," he smiled wryly back to close the door. Apparently the incident was noticed by Ms. Santi. The woman was standing not far from the two of them.

"the alva! He's your fiance, not your brother!" shouted firmly. Both of his sons looked at his mother.

"God!"

"Yes, Mom. Alva interracial, but ... Al went right back, yes" he asked for approval.

"Mother allowed Sapphira two weeks there. You can go home, and pick me up when it's time to go back." Without waiting for the son's answer, Miss Santi stepped down the stairs.

Black jeans, white shirt with sleeves folded up to elbows with sunglasses, Alva ready to go. He was behind the wheel when Tyo approached Safira.

"Have fun in the village. Oh yes, later if I'm free, I follow," he said with a smile greeted by a nod by Safira

The car is traveling at medium speed. Along the way there was no chatter going on between them. Alva focused on driving while Safira stared at the window.

The girl's cell phone shook. His lips were a little interested in reading the identity of the caller.

"Hi"

"___"

"So"

"___"

"Yes"

"___"

"Can, careful!"

Phone connection disconnected. He put the flat object back in the bag. Still with a happy face he stared out the window.

"Who's phone?" Alva asked.

Safira looked smiling.

"I asked, who's the phone?"

"Mas Deva, he'll be following tomorrow!"

Alva was stunned for a moment then took a deep breath.

"Deva! What do you want anyway?" his inner.

"Did you give him your phone number and your village address?"

"Yes, Mas Deva wants to know the atmosphere there," said the girl.

The man behind the wheel nodded and muttered something Safira did not know.