Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

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I sat down uneasily, occasionally twisting the ends of my own clothes, while the man beside me continued to flaunt the rows of sweet teeth.

"I miss you, Ras," he said, looking at me at a glance, and then focusing on driving.

I just responded with a smile. If it wasn't for some mindless thought, maybe I would have floated hearing this.

Mas Damar asked me to see my father in the hospital. It is actually a good choice, because at home there are no people. If in Surabaya men and women are in one place is common, here is clearly different, all is still considered taboo.

I'm still thinking about how father, mother and Zakki will react. An hour ago, Zakki proposed to me, and now I bring another man who is my girlfriend.

"Why daydream? Any issues?" Mas Damar's left hand grabbed my cheek, making me turn and give a smile.

"Ah, no, I'm just glad Mas Damar came home, I can't believe Mas Damar came here."

The man gasped, I directed the directions to the hospital. We'll be at the hospital soon.

I got out of the car, after Mas Damar who was standing next to me.

"Come on!" take her while pulling my hand in her hand.

My chest is racing, I'm sorry, heart. Sorry if you have to do extra work this time.

Passing through the information room and ER, we walked straight to the inpatient room. Father's room is located at the very end, after the first-class room. Maybe VIP patients are deliberately located at the very end, avoiding the crowds as possible.

Mas Damar occasionally looked at me with a smile, I could only reply with a stiff smile.

At the last turn, I could see father, mother and zakki walking together from afar. I sat in a wheelchair, pushed Zakki from behind and my mom walked beside him.

Father home? Ah, Zakki really did keep an appointment, he managed to persuade the doctor so that you could go home quickly. I feel bad about him more and more.

The distance was getting closer, slowly but surely, I pulled my hand which was in the grasp of Mas Damar. The man looked.

"It's not good to see my mother, Mas" I replied with a smile. The man nodded in understanding.

Father, Mother and Zakki saw us getting closer. I could see Zakki pausing for a moment, there was a look of shock on his face. You look at him, maybe you wonder why he suddenly stopped. Zakki smiled at the father, neutralizing his face again. Duh, Gusti, is this really all?

"Well, Nduk, how come back?" ask Mom when me and Mas Damar are in front of her.

"Yes, Mom. Someone wants to look at you."

Mas Damar smiled, then approached his mother and father, the man kissed my parents' hands. Zakki was silent, but his eyes were not looking at me, I felt smaller.

"Who is this, Ras?" ask Mom again.

"I'm Damar, Mom. A close friend of Saras," Mas Damar replied kindly.

I saw my mom and dad looking at each other, they seemed surprised.

"Mother can go home?" ask my mother.

"Here, Zakki's son managed to persuade his doctor."

"If so, just go home with us, Mom," Mas Damar bargained.

Mother turned to Zakki, about to say something but was restrained because Zakki suddenly held both shoulders.

"Mother and Father went home with Mr. Damar alone, no papa. Coincidentally I also have business," he said who somehow made the hatiki feel pinched.

"But, Son ...?" Mom tries to argue, but is interrupted by Zakki.

"No papa, Mom. My mom and dad are with them."

Zakki retreated, walking to the side away from mom and dad.

"Thank you, Doc. Thank you for dropping off Saras yesterday, too" Mas Damar told Zakki, smiling in response.

Mas Damar took over the wheelchair. They walked ahead, telling me and Zakki who were still standing.

"Zakki," call me shrewd.

"Go, I'm fine" he replied with a smile.

I could see a sad look in his eyes, but he covered up very well.

"Sorry," I continued.

I turned around, walked away from him. I am ashamed and sad, a man as good as him should not be treated like this.

Gusti, if he says love is beautiful and makes happy, then why give a sense that why is the wrong person so he feels hurt?

If only Zakki's feelings weren't for me, and if only my heart hadn't already been attached to Mas Damar, it certainly wasn't like this. Of course nobody gets hurt, and of course I don't have to feel guilty about a man as good as him.

Mom and Dad were in the car, Mas Damar too. I caught up and sat down at the wheel.

"Are you ready?" ask Mas Damar to face me. I'm nodding.

The car walked, away from the hospital, leaving a broken heart there.

Mom and dad just kept quiet, sometimes I glanced at them. Mom looked at me sharply, there seemed to be a lot of things she would ask.

"Already, Mas. We have eaten earlier, I happen to bring food from home," replied the mother who was taken by Mas Damar with a smile.

The atmosphere was quiet again, very different when we were with Zakki. The man could always liven up the atmosphere with his jokes. My mother always laughed. My lips smiled unconsciously remembering all that. Oh Allah, why so bandingin Mas Damar with Zakki like this?

The car entered the village gate, the citizens who happened to pass by looked at us in wonder. Maybe feel alien to Mas Damar's car.

We got home. I helped down the father, while the mother brought the father's belongings.

"Loah, wes mantuk, is it healthy, Mr Suwardi?" [Loalah, already home, healthy Mr. Suwardi] said one of the neighbors who happened to pass by.

"Alhamdulillah is healthy too, Yu," replied the friendly mother.

The woman then turned to see Mas Damar and his car.

"Nice onok iki sopo, Yu?" [Whose handsome young man is this, Ma'am?]

ask again while looking at Mas Damar.

"Ouw, iki kancane Saras teapot town, Yu." [It's Saras' friend from the city, Ma'am]

"Ouw tak kiro konp'e. Saras most cem-cemane Zakki, yo?" tanyanya tempt.

I saw Mas Damar, he looked soft-headed. I'm sure he knows what my neighbor means.

"Wes, yo, Yu. I need a break." Mom cut off the conversation. I was a little relieved, before everything even became a gossip of the citizens.

I let my father into his room. Mas Damar was waiting for us in the guest room.

"Sit down, Mas. Sorry the house is like a gini, understand the villagers," I said as I took a seat in front of Mas Damar.

"Sir, papa. My grandfather's house used to be like this. I even miss the atmosphere of kayak gini village," he replied while paying attention to the contents of the house.

"Ras, maybe Mas'e is tired, just have a break in your room." I came out with a glass of warm tea.

"Sorry, yes, Mas. It's just this" continued Mother, putting tea on the table.

"No papa, Mom. I don't even have to bother with this."

Mas Damar drank his tea a little, then put it down again. I went back into the room when I called him.

" Come, Mas, maybe you want to rest first, you will not sleep from last night," I bargained with Mas Damar.

We walked to my room. Fortunately, before I went to the hospital yesterday, I cleaned it.

"Sorry, yes, the bed is small" I said as we reached the room.

"From that you're sorry, not bored?" ask Mas Damar while hugging me from the strip.

"Mas, how about mom?" I said trying to take off the hug.

The man tightened his embrace. He drowned his head on my shoulders.

"Mother in my father's room. Salah himself nganggenin," his header without changing position.

I chuckled, anxious with this powerful attitude.

We were silent for a long time in a position like this. Channeling each other's longing desires.

"Ras," he called her soft.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Hareudang" he replied. I knit an eyebrow.

"meaning?" The man took off a hug. I saw it with a big question. Why did he imitate my words.

"You come out, you go out for a long time just as you make hareudang aja," he said while giggling.

"Well?" I'm still not understanding.

"It was there, before I changed my mind and even got you here" he replied as he pushed me out. He played with his eyes before closing the door.

Duh, Wrestling. That dry kanebo why is it so sweet?

On the other hand, I was happy with Mas Damar's arrival, but on the other hand, there was a slash at seeing how Zakki was succumbing. What's wrong with your heart, Race.

"Ras, I want to talk" said the mother when she came out of the father's room.

Why do I feel after this I'm going to have a mother's trial.

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Oh, my God, Guys. Wes I'm not iso speechless, my heart is pierced again.

Wes says I'm mediocre, uh just a day wes at screaming, I'm gonna show up. Iki wes 1300 words, ojok protest less dowo continue loh, not uncali brick even🤣🤣

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