Substitute Woman

Finally Relented

The car stopped in a minimalist building but impressed luxurious. At the door stood a woman with her daughter. The woman I miss so much.

A dozen years without seeing each other, he still looks like he used to. Even more beautiful.

“Mother ...” I rushed straight into his arms. Without caring around.

Miss Amel, hold me tight. I can feel his longing for me. The opposite is true with me.

“You are so beautiful,” he said while taking off a hug.

“Mother is also beautiful.”

My gaze turned to the girl standing beside him. Wear a typical teenage nightgown.

“Hey, what's your name?” I reached out my hand, meeting the girl.

He looks friendly.

“Raisa, I'm sister Tomy,” she replied.

A radiant white face, round eyes and chubby cheeks. It looks adorable. Finally, Miss Amel has a daughter she's always wanted.

“Hay, Amel. I'm Brother Mey.”

“Big Sister's boyfriend,” chirps Brother Tomy who just kissed the back of Bu Amel's hand.

My eyes were round, I wanted to shut my mouth. If you talk always origin.

Raisa smokes a smile. “Assyik, I think I will have a beautiful sister-in-law.”

Amel and Raisa laughed. I can only smile. There is no relationship between us. Maybe I'll talk to Tomy's sister later to explain everything.

“Already, let's go in. You must be tired, right, Mey?” Miss Amel grabbed me. Then we went inside.

It was the first time I set foot in Tomy's house. First time traveling here too. Very tiring.

Tiredness is slightly reduced because the morning air in Kak Tomy's hometown is really cool. Free from pollution. I chose to sit on the terrace. Enjoy this fresh air.

It gives a cold sensation in the body. The sun has not yet come up to warm. The clock still shows at half six in the morning.

A quiet atmosphere, typical of the countryside.

“Lho, why here, Mey?” tanya Bu Amel while carrying a tray containing two cups of tea and sponge cake.

“It's cold, Bu.”

Ms. Amel smiled, then put the tray on the table.

“Yes, so I don't want to come with Tomy to Jakarta. More at home here.”

“Iya, deserted also not kayaking in the capital.”

“Iya. It's also called the village, Mey. Let's drink it still warm. The kueja cobain. Mother herself made.”

I'm nodding. Then sipping a cup of tea that actually still reflects smoke. The stomach feels warm. Enjoying my favorite cheese cake. Apparently, Ms. Amel still remembers the cake that I really like.

“Ah, this will run out with me, Bu.”

“Mother purposely created it for you, Nduk.”

“Mom still remembers what I like.”

Ms. Amel smiled, then stroked my hair gently. It was like having a mother. Although she was not the one who gave birth to me, she was my mother's surrogate.

“Of course mom remembers. Later mom also wants to cook the same cup soup make sambel.”

“Wah, I do not forget also favorite foods that make rice nambah.”

“Yes not, Nduk. Maybe you forgot about you. It's just that mom had pangling.”

I knit an eyebrow. “Pangling?”

“Iya, you know. You're so pretty now. Can't wait to be your in-law.”

Mother's words made me choke. Duh, why even hope like this. It's not that I can't, but I'm afraid that Brother Tomy doesn't have a taste for me. Even have other options.

“Okay, Nduk. Slowly drink it.”

“Iya, Mum.”

Apparently, Ms. Amel wishes more to me. Maybe Brother Tomy's words were taken seriously by him. If this is the case, how should I?

“Wah, what the hell is that talking? Very fun,” said Brother Tomy who suddenly came while nyomot my sponge cake.

Habits that are not lost. Even drinking my tea to the end. Ngeselin.

“Ih, Brother Tomy!”

“Lho, Tomy! You have never changed before. That same sponge tea got Mey play just take it.”

Brother Tomy just grinned, without guilt he still just took a piece of sponge cake again. Another piece, I hurriedly finished it.

The three of us laughed. Remembering childhood. I don't know where Raisa is. My mother said she was getting ready for school.

“Yes already, you guys chat first, I want to see Raisa first yes.”

“OK,” sahut Brother Tomy relaxed.

Now it's just the two of us. It's time to talk about what Brother Tomy said. Also the words of mothers who want seriousness.

“Kak, I want to talk.”

“What?”

He was busy with his cell phone. This is how you can concentrate.

“Ngot so!”

“Nothing!”

I pursed my lips. Males is also in cuekin. Know what it's like to talk to someone, but that person is busy with his phone without looking at the interlocutor.

It sucks!

I don't know who he's replying to Chatt with. Like so engrossed, the finger was endlessly typing something.

Moments later, the flat object he put on the desk. Then looked at me with a smile that looked innocent.

“Kok pouted anyway? What's up, Beautiful?”

“Busy with hape, until you forget anyone is here!”

“Jealous yes?”

“Dih, really sad!”

He laughed again, his hands rattling my hair.

“Sorry, yes. Said he wanted to talk?”

“Soal it ...”

“Kak, I want to go to school first huh?”

Suddenly, Raisa's voice came from behind. Speech ceased. Maybe it's not time for me to talk about this.

I looked towards the girl. Apparently it was SMP. She's beautiful like Miss Amel.

“Kok morning really?” ask me when Raisa shakes hands with me.

“Schools here are different in the city. They leave early to be exemplary students,” said Kak Tomy.

“Ya already, I'm leaving first huh Kak.”

Raisa waved her hand. Then go to school on a mini bike. Apparently, there are no school children who use motorcycles. The majority of them pedal their bikes or take public transport.

The air here is fresh and free of pollution. Rarely do those who ride in a motor vehicle if it does not go far.

“What did you want to say?”

“No, I forgot me!” my answer. Then go inside to find Amel's mother.

He was in the kitchen, preparing lunch for us. Cooking like Ms. Amel said.

“I'm a cook, Mom,” my bargain when I get to the kitchen.

Ms. Amel who was preparing the ingredients also turned her head.

“You rest. You know, even want to cook.”

“Nothing. Where can I rest. I'm the one who breaks.”

I took over the materials that Ms. Amel had prepared. His face was doubtful. Maybe he thinks I can't cook.

“Let's hands rough you know, Nduk.”

I smile at the smile. I don't look like an independent child?

I kept forcing Ms. Amel.

“Later your face is oily, already let mom alone.”

“Yes, Mom. Am I a spoiled child who can't do anything? Leave everything to Mey,” I said confidently.

In the end, Bu Amel gave up and gave away all the ingredients.

“Yes already, I want to try your cooking. Although I don't believe it.” Laugh at Miss Amel.

Duh, ngremehin Mey Larasati nih beloved mother. I pinched his cheek. Gemes are equally agangenin.

“Then I go too far. Empty refrigerator stock.”

I nodded while slicing a carrot.

“Be careful, Nduk. Your hands will get oil.”

“Iya, Mother. Just calm down, the important thing is that Mom will go home with Raisa is ready. Mom to the salon used to be okay too.”

“Hahaha, yes really. I haven't been to the salon for a long time. Yes wes mom's not leaving now. Mumpung morn.”

I raised both thumbs. Then continue to cut back the ingredients you want to make vegetable soup plug.

“Mother go yes, Nduk!” yelled Miss Amel.

“Iya,” I replied in a high voice.

The motor sounds are heard. Ms. Amel went by herself apparently. So I'm just here with ....

Brother Tomy?

I jumped in shock as he hugged me from behind. His head was placed on his shoulders. I can feel her warm breath. Ah, it's ticklish.

“Kak, freelance ih. I want to cook!” grumbling.

The difference is also if you cut vegetables while in the hug of gini.

“No!”

I put down the knife, then took off Brother Tomy's hand which was coiled around the waist. Not even detached, he hugged me tighter.

“Let Brother hug you for a while.”

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