The Best Choice

Cornellias

Aslan accelerated as Cornelia waved from the direction of the arrival terminal. They both smiled with relief. Among the boisterous other airport guests, the child and mother gave each other a longing through hugs.

"Where's the commodity, mam?" ask Aslan while drowning. Cornelia also dyed, looking for the Komodo dragon that Aslan said.

"Forgotten, As! Mama forgot."

The two chuckled, only after Aslan's face returned to seriousness. Cornelia fixed the location of her beach hat, she looked at her son who along the flight continued to think right not the decision Aslan dating Samira. Not that he wants to justify the relationship the two will end with a separation like his own story, only bitter and sweet differences that will continue to come and go.

"Your personal assistant didn't come?"

"He has other duties, mam." Aslan's lie, Samira he told him to go home to prepare his request. There will be Ardana later.

"Mom should see Samira, As." Cornelia coiled her hands around Aslan's arms as she walked towards the parking lot. "Mom should know what kind of girl you make a personal assistant to."

"Yes, mom. I'll try." Aslan smiled meaningfully as she opened the trunk of the car to put in her mother's two suitcases. For a moment, he sighed as he remembered having to go to his mother's house. Meet Ardana and her childhood memories in the house before closing the car door.

"But mam has to promise, it's just me, mam and Samira. Don't take Ardana." Aslan blinked, erecting himself more upright while tightening the grip on the steering wheel of the car.

Aslan lowered his voice into a whisper and smiled so adorable. "Beautiful samira born and inner, mam. It's different with Amara."

Cornelia was amused. "Yeah, you two dumped Jesica after grandfather intervened, are you going to make your grandfather work harder tomorrow too?"

Aslan squinted his eyes. "I didn't start, mom. I'm not the one who's wrong. Mam also had to tell Ardana not to bother us anymore."

"A, Aslan. Before a curvy janur anyone can corner means there's all the opportunity to get Samira, be it you, Ardana or someone more like her." Cornelia patted Aslan's shoulder as her son nodded weakly. "Mam hope you don't repeat the history of mama and papa, Aslan. There's a better choice than a good one."

"Mam, I don't know yet, I just need to take care of Samira from Ardana, that brother likes to disturb my target. That bastard is him!"

"Diddeliver!" Cornelia squealing. "You're the same, you're just better than Aslan and you're lucky at the child custody hearing, you're with me. But you're still twins, mama's favorite children all so never say anything strange, it's the same if you know it's the same as Ardana!" urai Cornelia while pulling her hand.

Aslan was silent for a moment while exhaling an irritated breath. After that he prefers to focus while driving on the highway. But Aslan knew a little about what it was like to live in the midst of differences in beliefs. Papa and his mother married in Bali, living in harmony by embracing two different religions in one house until they were eighteen years old, and there were times when he saw the two no longer in line. Maybe I don't understand either. At that time also, Aslan and Ardana also separated even though they still often met on campus.

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A housekeeper approached Aslan's car as the black car stopped roaring loudly in front of Cornelia's house.

Aslan sighed, "I'm just for a minute, mom. After dinner I go home and don't force me to stay!"

Cornelia disagreed a little. Aslan, refused immediately what he wanted to expect from his son today. But after all his children are adults and do not want any jotos that will make him scream fear. Cornelia nodded her head.

"It's important not to fight with Ardana, you miss you know! Mama wants to hang out with you two. Calm and peaceful." Cornelia glared with one hand pushing the car door.

Aslan was relieved, and he held up his phone inside the pocket of the suit which vibrated continuously.

"Mam get in first, I get a phone call first from Samira" Aslan said as he got out of the car, he fluttered while leaning on his car body.

"Sore, Sam. What's up?"

In Samira's delusion, Aslan who was named as the most handsome and ternecis man he knew was a bad man who did not really understand religion because every time he said a greeting or invited him to the company mosque, he said, Aslan will only cry. But unexpectedly, Aslan and he are not the same.

"Good afternoon, sir. Umm, sorry about yesterday, I don't know if the father went to church. Sorry yes, sir. It's not good to have told you to pray yesterday, you must be uncomfortable" said Samira with regret. "It's my fault that I didn't read your complete biodata well first."

Aslan smiled as he sighed. "It's okay, Sam. I'm too cowardly to say. But it doesn't matter to you, does it?"

"No, sir!" samira said in a hurry, "I know how, so if the gini is delicious. So be more open and tolerant."

Samira smiled for a moment, for some reason there was relief in her heart after knowing that.

"Are you interested in making a schedule for church visits?" ask Samira carefully. "Mr there is no schedule for that visit yet."

"As far as you are, Sam. Saturday Sundays usually, but for the hour I fit myself into the work schedule."

"Ready, sir." Samira nodded, she exhaled, "On this day, I want to ask you what size of shirt? I forgot."

Aslan looked straight over, bewildered. Fear Ardana nguping because the man was already at Cornelia's house early. And for the sake of safer security, he stayed away. Swaying near the towering entrance gate.

"What's that for me?"

"Jawab sir, the sooner the better."

"Really?" Aslan smiled a relieved smile. "Xl slim fit size."

"Thank you, father. I hung up and started to fulfill my wishes, until I meet you tomorrow morning at the office I hope you like my choice."

Aslan was disheveled, though he was reluctant to put his phone back into the inner pocket of the suit. "What a hell, Sam. I can't fall in love just because we're different?"

Aslan stomped his feet, however, though he did not admit it was overtly difficult not to feel tempted by Samira's existence. Although half of his heart was conscious several times, the great risks of loving Samira were betraying his own trust. So does Samira if they have one common goal.

Aslan swung the door, she jerked her chin slightly to greet Ardana. He also smiled, a small smile, his mouth was drawn to one side.

"I hope you bought a different gift for us, Bang! Because I'm sick of wearing the same clothes as you!" aslan exclaimed cynically, and unfriendly.

Ardana throws a tie dye t-shirt at Aslan and he catches it.

"What do you do that's sick of buying a twin mom's shirt?" reply Ardana, "I'm also sick of times, As."

Cornelia sighed and canceled resting in the room when she heard her son start arguing about all the things that smell the same and of course Samira.

"Just stop spying on me and Samira, damn it. You just sleep with Amara until she's pregnant!" aslan.

Ardana stuck out his tongue, not for five seconds, Aslan had immediately stood looming in front of him while shaking his waist.

"Mam, what should I do, brother? I really don't want you near Samira! She's my angel, mam."

Cornelia pulled her hair loosely back while looking down. Realize tonight it must be more fun and quiet if not bring together the twins who are crazy about Samira. But since her important talks with Ahmad's grandfather over her son's repeated brawl, Cornelia has been unable to keep quiet.