THE CONQUEROR (One Body of Two Souls)

TWENTY EIGHT

"Truly the true conqueror, ck!" Faya. The car driven by Seruni was traveling at medium speed. Seruni looked at his best friend. "The son of a shaman who has supernatural knowledge is directly subject to you." Faya bobbing head.

"What the Fa, let's just say we're victorious." Sanggah Seruni but his gaze remained focused forward.

"You still haven't noticed Run?"

"Aware what?" Seruni pretended not to understand Faya's words. It is not that he is unaware, but that he knows himself. Who is she who is just a dirty woman. Not worthy of receiving love from people as good as Mutual.

"The look of Mutual mas to you, ish!" An anxious Faya hits Seruni on the shoulder.

"It's the Fa, I don't want to dream too high. It will hurt." Pupus Seruni who felt inferior. Faya also understood the meaning of his best friend's words. But is his friend not worthy of love? Is Seruni not worthy of happiness?

"Eh Run, how could Mbah Suro know Run? You haven't spoken." Faya tried to shift the conversation when she saw Seruni's sad face.

"Maybe Mbah Suro has a sixth sense. He's a Fa shaman, cook you forget."

"Yes too." Faya looks mangosteen. Let alone looking at the past, looking at the future alone maybe Mbah Suro could, Faya thought.

After traveling for approximately four hours by taking turns driving, they finally arrived at Faya's residence.

Hearing the sound of a car that stopped in front of the house, Mama Gita immediately came out of the house and found her son and Seruni had arrived home.

"Have you come home, baby?" Mama Gita standing on the porch. Faya and Seruni who just got out of the car immediately approached Mama Gita.

"yes ma!" Faya grabs her mother's hand and then kisses her. Then he landed a kiss on the cheek of the mother. "Goup!"

"The Auntie." Seruni grabs Mama Gita's hand and kisses her.

"Siang Run, uh, whose clothes are you wearing?" Mama Gita watches Seruni and Faya take turns.

"This is Andini ma's shirt." Answer Faya.

"Owh already, have you eaten?" Thankfully, Mama Gita believed it.

"Hehe, not yet tan." Sahut Seruni's.

"Well, let's eat together then."

"Eem, Seruni just went home, Tan. Seruni kangen with Mama. Poor mom at home alone."

Seruni went straight into the bututnya car and then stuck the gas after saying goodbye to Faya and Mama Gita.

It did not take long Seruni had arrived at his residence because the distance of their house was not too far away. There was a beautiful car parked in his yard. Seruni who was curious who was the man who visited his house immediately got out of his car and went straight into the house which turned out the door was left wide open.

"Ma!" Shouted Seruni as he entered the house.

"Assalamualaikum Seruni?" Sindir mama Amara who sat in the guest chair with a man unknown to her.

"Hehe, sorry to forget ma." Seruni scratched his head. "Assalamualaikum mother." Seruni stepped closer to her mother and then kissed her hand.

"This is your son Ra?" Asked the person staring fixedly at Seruni.

"Hehe yes mas, the only." Mama Amara then turned to look at her son. "It's Zaky Run, your high school friend first." Mama Amara introduced her guests to her son. "So we accidentally met at the minimarket. And mom offered Zaky to stop by. It just so happens that Zaki is free again, so you can stop by here." Seruni immediately reached out her hand towards Zaky who was immediately greeted by Zaky.

Seruni tried to pull her hand that was held tightly by om Zaky but could not be released.

"Your son is beautiful Ra, how about we be besananan?" Om Zaky talked to Mama Amara without taking her eyes off Seruni.

"Ish mas, still a child. Let's finish college."

Seeing Zaky's gaze on him, Seruni became uneasy and wanted to quickly leave the living room. But Zaky never let go of his hand.

"Om sorry, I have to go in." Seruni said hinting to have Om Zaki take off his hand.

"Oh yes!" Finally Seruni could breathe a sigh of relief after the grasp of their hands came off.

"Run in first ma, um, excuse me." Seruni immediately rushed out of the living room.

Holding the half-dead hunk, Seruni entered into his room. Just imagine, since he was stared fixed by the om-om of his mother's friend. And don't forget that om-om hand that doesn't stay still. His thumb stroked the back of Seruni's hand to make Seruni want it to feel like slapping the om-om using his mother's teflon in the kitchen.

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