Starting From Grey

The Larva Mutia

If you are looking for perfection, you will never calm down

—Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy

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Abi turned to the source of the voice, while Mutia was just staring while thinking. He did not quite remember the man's face, but his voice was enough for him to remember the figure.

"Assalamualaikum" Abi said as she looked at the man. However, instead of answering the greeting, the man walked closer to the two men. Mutia stared in wonder as she muttered in response to Abi's greeting.

"What are you doing here?" ask the man flatly. Mutia was still silent, she was still digesting the situation. He wondered how he could be in front of him? He remembered his voice but forgot what his name was. Understand that every human being must have advantages and disadvantages, as well as Mutia.

"What are you doing, Mutia?" asked the man in a tone that started to rise.

"That doesn't seem to be your business." Mutia said formally, I don't know that in the bottom of her heart there is dislike for the figure in front of her.

"Lo knows Mutia?" abi asked in surprise, he could not control the situation.

"Very familiar, even more familiar than you." The man stared intimidatedly. Mutia frowned, she was already more of an illfeel of authoritarian and pretentious manners in front of her.

"Not all this time you understand there is no dating before marriage, then what is this? You two are here. It's khalwat her name is Mutia." The man said sharply. If not for the courtesy that Mutia was guarding, she would have already railed against this man before her.

"Lo misunderstood, not just the two of us. There was also Mother Arsa." Abi said in a flat tone but his eyes were very sharp.

"Lo that's a holy grail, don't have to say much." The man stared intently at Abi. "Lo doesn't know Mutia as well as I know her."

Abi was silent, he saw Mutia who was already red-faced. And he knew very well that right now the girl was holding something back so as not to erupt. But unfortunately, the girl did not realize that if something was held back then one day what she was holding would spurt out due to the full capacity of the place.

Abi turned towards Arif, the son of his new father's sister. He's still figuring out everything in between to find out the answer to where they know each other from.

"Why are you quiet?" arif asked in a mocking tone to Mutia.

"Where is the alim figure that you have always held high. The honor of a woman. Why are you tearing it?" arif asked very sharply, he clucked while shaking his head.

"You've really become an uneducated girl." Abi stared straight at Arif.

"So what you say! Don't talk so much." Arif turned his head cynically towards Abi while snorting bitterly.

"What's? You don't know him. Don't pretend to defend her." Arif said with disdain.

"Did Jakarta make you like this?" asked Arif underestimating. Abi was already on the verge of hearing Arif's words, he was privileged in his heart and repeatedly in taking a breath. Then he immediately sat down on the chair and floated his legs. Because according to research if when angry then we are encouraged to sit and hang his feet so as not to tread the pedestal. This is proven to make emotions slow down. In addition to this study also included in sunah rosul in angry times.

Mutia was just silent, she stared at the floor, then turned towards Abi who was neutralizing her emotions, she could see that.

"How long have you known Mutia?" asked Abi in a flat tone.

"Ob course longer than you. And I know him better than his family." There was an aura of pride in itself from Arif's tone, making Mutia smile obliquely.

"Well, you said you knew me better?" mutia said in a relaxed yet quite demeaning tone. Abi had seen Mutia like this before when he had a cold war with Hasan. Which even called drama by the girl. Remembering that Abi smiled.

"So it was getting more and more down. The father said it was a parable for a man of knowledge. The more knowledge the person will be the more stirred." Mutia raised her chin high. Mutia is still Mutia, she is also an ordinary human who also has a human nature. Such as envious, haughty, cynical, cruel and other vices.

However, Mutia had always tried to avoid that human nature, but do not blame if one day she will also issue at a certain moment.

"You feel you know me well, don't you, and you know my family? Let me ask you a question, what is my sister's name and where does she work?" Arif was overwhelmed by Mutia's question. Mutia smiled obliquely.

"Well, that seems a little difficult. Okay I change, where do I work?'' ask Mutia again.

"In one of the private schools in Jakarta." Arif smiled cynically, he felt victorious because he could answer.

"Really, Bi?" mutia asked, looking towards Abi.

"Maybe 3-4 months ago the answer was correct." Abi said flatly without expression.

Mutia sniffled cynically towards Arif. "You don't know anything, don't be pretentious. And just so you know I know Abi better than you. I even forgot what your name is."

Abi smiled meaningfully, he stared flatly at the silent Arif. To be honest, Abi has not liked Arif's personality for a long time, which he thinks is pretentious. I don't know, he's always been at odds with Arif. That was also the reason why he rarely attended his new father's family events.

"You may not remember my name, but I'm sure that I've been bedridden in front of your father." Arif smiled triumphantly. Mutia was just staring in disbelief. But in his heart he prayed that his father would not be deceived by his mature face and voice.

"We'll see" said Mutia taking her bag.

"Bi, what's the room?" tanya Mutia normalized her heartbeat and changed the conversation.

"So I asked you to clean up." Abi stood up from his seat while occasionally looking towards the front yard.

"It looks like the front place is done," Mutia said following Abi's line of sight. Arif who felt ignored walked into the kitchen, from the corner of Mutia's eyes watching her every move.

After Arif was out of sight, he breathed heavily. Abi looked and then chuckled.

"Why?" mutia asked in astonishment while mumbling indistinctly.

"I always give up when I have a disagreement with him" Abi said.

"You lose or you give up?" mutia asked in a seductive tone.

"For the sake of keeping the fraternal fragrance." Abi said firmly but impressed relaxed.

"Who are you?" mutia asked curiously.

"Kepo," Abi replied while calling some people who were beside the house. Mutia followed in Abi's footsteps, I don't know what the girl had in mind.

"I don't know his name, it's real." Mutia started telling stories while cleaning up the room with Abi and his 4 workers.

"How can you?"

"All I remember is his voice, if it's not wrong he ever asked for my address and phone number." Mutia stops two men who follow her on her way home from college.

"And you gave him?"

"Yes," answered Mutia innocently. Abi just shook his head.

"Wait, don't tell me that guy's actually been bedfellowing me." Mutia said hysterically.

"He's not a guy. But men." Abi said casually. Mutia turned towards Abi. "What difference?"

"Master, if that guy is like me. That guy's like Arif." Mutia was getting confused, seeing Mutia's facial expression, Abi couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't understand" Mutia said again, then she realized something. He turned his head towards Abi, he glared and rushed out of the room when he realized something.

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Educate your son according to his time.

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Mutia sat with her feet as a pedestal, currently parenting is going well, discussions and complaints both from the father or the guardian mother of the students are mutually unpretentious and express opinions.

"But, why does Akmal still not like drawing lessons huh, Miss?''

"Where do you know that Akmal doesn't like drawing?"

"So she always has a reason to want to skip every day there are drawing lessons."

"Maybe you need to ask the cause first, Mother. It could be that Akmal does not match the methods that have been used during teaching or there is an incident that is less wearing occurs such as when drawing ridiculed or he is insecure when seeing the results of the picture. Later I will ask the fax teacher so that the cause can be found. Maybe there's another mother's father?"

"If there is no then my event is closed until here, for the development of the things we discussed we will convey personally or if possible we will convey at the next meeting. Good afternoon. Assalamualaikum Warohmatullahi Westarrokatuh."

"Waalaikumsalam Warohmatullahi Westarrokatuh." Mutia started turning off the projector and her laptop. The guardians are talking about a lot of things.

"Jeng, when is Abi nyampek's wedding invitation to us-us?"

"We don't like to use the law, and mothers immediately see that my child has brought a halal partner." Abi who just entered smiled faintly at the mother's words. She knew, in fact, the mother was uncomfortable with the question, but what if the girl she was waiting for was still adem ayem not struggling and immediately gave certainty. Want meaning also can not, let the fate that determines as the destiny determines night and day alternately.

Abi turned his head towards Mutia, the girl remained calm like the rippling lake water. The girl was calm as if unaffected by the things around. How can the girl look like the calming rays of the afternoon, also feel hot at the same time.

Abi looked closely at the girl who was now talking seriously with one of the student guardians. He stared at the astonished aura and rays of the face that were so victorious.also alarmed simultaneously just from looking.

"When did your girl give you certainty?" asked Nana who was sitting at each other Abi.

Abi was surprised by her mother, but she was also embarrassed when she was caught staring at her sister's teacher. There was a red hue on the child's ear making Nana chuckle.

"Come, Bun. Just wait, after all, a soul mate is impossible to exchange. Abi's love will be reciprocated by the heart and the time that was destined." Abi replied with a crisp tone.

"You are, he always answered. There is an answer." Nana patted her eldest son's shoulder.

"Sama'kan kayak mother, who has a million answers to the questions of mothers who ask when to have a ghost," said Abi made Nana grimace.

"You know, Bi. So your seneng important sing eleng age wes not enom maneh." Nana looked towards Mutia. "He's beautiful, Bi. Why don't you apply to Mutia?" Abi turned towards the mother and then smiled blandly.

"So where brave," replied Abi cirih. Right, he did not dare and did not dare to propose to Mutia. What's more, when he remembered the incident in the KRI room nine years ago, he felt like the most loser man on earth. He easily hurt Mutia's self-esteem, and simply ignored her. Would he dare to propose to Mutia directly if he had ever scratched wounds and memories that were not worth giving.

"Aarif is getting married again" said Nana. "Aarif wants to get married again? Who's the same Bun?" Abi asked in a tone that made Nana surprised, not usually the discussion about Arif will be responded to in such a way by Abi. Nana is not blind, she knows the discomfort of Abi and Arif's relationship.

''Mother does not know, said your father is a Jakarta person. He was his junior when he was in college in Malang. He's a teacher. He said he proposed to the girl. How come there is a girl who wants to be the same Arif is the same my son does not exist," said Nana, the remark made Abi pensive, Jakarta girl. Abi's mind drifted to yesterday's events, wasn't Mutia and Arif talking about a proposal. And Mutia, Abi immediately turned to look towards Mutia. Mutia turned to Abi. A few seconds the black eyeballs looked at each other then Mutia first turned her head towards the mother who was beside her.

"That's my senior in High School. So the park met by accident. We've got rame-rames, Bun." Mutia dodged the accusation of the guardian disciple who was teasing her.

"There's also no relationship, you guys look good."

"Ah, I could." Mutia replied with a smile. Then the mother had moved to join the other mothers, Mutia sighed softly.

It fit? Judging from which angle, Mutia and Abi were declared suitable?

Abi, a famous architect, who if he wanted certainly a lot of parents who would offer his son. While he was, only the sand of the beach always misses the moon under the scorching afternoon.

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