The Best Choice
The Aslan 2
The next day, Aslan, who is impatient to meet Samira, misses the rare opportunity to have breakfast with the whole family. He sped up his footsteps to get out of the house despite the sharp shrill sound of his mother from the direction of the dining room.
"Aslan, come on. Mam won't open the gate if you don't have breakfast with us!" cornelia shouted from the doorway.
"Mam, come on. Is it hard to open the gate yourself?" chirps Aslan, he is sick of having to face Ardana who will definitely keep fanning over Samira. He was sick of having to hear what it was like to live a love of different religions.
Cornelia reached into her jacket pocket, the quirky mothers with colored hair grabbed the gate remote while fiddling with it. His face immediately scratched as he waved at Aslan who slammed the car door.
"What's the second director for if you don't have the people you can count on, Aslan!" cornelia taunted as Aslan approached her with a pouting face.
It's not about the boys, mam. It's about Samira. Ah, free but talking about Samira with them. I can't deny the words of my own parents who are more skilled in this field.
Aslan embraces Cornelia, "Yuk, breakfast together, mom. You must miss family gathering. You will definitely remember how fifteen years ago felt beautiful" Aslan said resignedly. While his left hand reached into the pocket of his cloth pants to take his phone.
"I'll call Samira for a second, Mum. I'll have to give it to him if I'm late for the office."
"Aslan, Aslan, that personal assistant should be ready from the moment you wake up. It's not like Samira only serves your breakfast, your lunch and your errands. Personal assistants are not like that, the work is much more intense than that. Understood?" said Cornelia while tidying up Aslan's tie.
Where mama's positive thoughts are, Aslan thought while slipping her phone back into her pants pocket. He looked at Cornelia closely.
"Mama's watching me?" ask her with a flat tone. The look of his face does not like it now, especially his mature age once still has to be guarded secretly. I am Abhimanyu who must be given a security guard. Aslan snorted inwardly, he clenched his hands on the sides of the body.
"What you should be looking after is Ardana, not me. Ardana keeps a jalangg in her apartment!" obviously Aslan, his tone already wanted to explode like a mercon explosion if Cornelia did not stroke his cheek to match his emotions.
"Mom knows, mama takes care of that later. Surely, the beard will be gone from the life of Ardana. But now mama took care of you first, Aslan."
"Why, about Samira?" sahut Aslan was annoyed. "Samira and I aren't ready yet, mom. Not dating yet, we are only bound by work. Don't think too long." refuted Aslan, while his eyes can't be seen in his mother's eyes. His mind floated on Samira's figure. A beautiful girl who had a sweet smile and an earthy appearance, but also a fierce one that she liked secretly too
making his faith more tested and his confidence greater the choice he was considering. Lying if he does not think of a difference that really needs careful thought to consider it even his parents last night have warned not to hurt themselves.
Falling in love is never wrong. But it must be able to control it to whom our love is anchored and among the best choices there are blessings to hope that are held so as not to hurt more.
Cornelia sighed, saying she wanted to fire Samira. But Aslan's dim and half-dead handsome face refrained from getting angry made him stop to say that and was helped by Ardana's greeting from the direction of the stairs.
"So seriously, what's wrong, mam?" At first glance Ardana kissed the top of her mother's head and protruded Aslan's arm.
"It's like your face looks like a wet pempek, As."
There, Rahardian was waiting. He accidentally stayed at his home which is now slalu in claims to be the home of Cornelia.
Aslan smiled wryly as he pulled the chair while sitting on it. "Morning, pa. Bless Dalem to you."
Rahardian deliberately ruffled the hair of Aslan who had his son neatly tidy really. Not only a child for him, Aslan was also a balanced co-worker. Rahardian smiled as Aslan's countenance grew murky. "Bless you too, Aslan. A bad day?"
"As usual, my mom's house is a boxing ring!"
Ardana chuckled, she hugged Aslan's shoulder from behind. Although sometimes annoyed because Aslan slalu became a golden boy. He was sure that now Aslan was drowning in a prolonged dilemma.
"Regular, pa. No thank you he was told mama that Samira was different from him. But Samira is the same as us. So how about we change places!"
"Ciuhhh..." Aslan bit Ardana's arm. "Never will Samira be interested in you, she's a nice girl and you're a jerk, bang!"
Ardana shook her hand, "From small elo not changing yes like to bite people! Kasian tuh Samira if until you bite, uh it's impossible. Just walk a distance of one meter." chuckling, Ardana avoided as Aslan exhaled a rough breath.
"Mom, pa. Couldn't you, don't you make an event that brings us both together?" aslan said, he really wanted to disappear from his mother's house.
Cornelia and Rahardian agreed to sigh together and talked about separating the two after breakfast.
"We talk after breakfast!" Rahardian spoke up. "In papa's study."
Aslan and Ardana looked at each other. The twins instantly have the same frequency on the orders of his father. Aslan stirred the orange juice to drink while glancing at his parents who started eating breakfast.
Gawat, this must be serious as it has been, both minds are not calm to not taste to eat.
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Dear reader, sorry if this story has not been updated every day. Skavivi is still in the recovery stage which is affected by the many rest schedules rather than fantasizing. Thank you for understanding, and hopefully still patiently waiting for the story of the twins and Samira continues.
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