The End of the Waiting

A Lamran

Amara had just read a document from the marketing director regarding the invitation of one of the clients from Jakarta who intended to find land and build an apartment and a luxury penthouse.

He approves it and asks them to attend and exposes which strategic places might interest the client.

“It's a great opportunity, Mom. Pak Wahyu Nugroho could be a gold investor if we could get his contract,” Naura said.

“I do not know who he is and how his football is, but try to get this contract,” said Amara firmly. He who has not long struggled in the business world certainly almost never heard the name.

“Konon said he was young and quite handsome, Bu.”

Amara looked up at her secretary cynically. What relation? Thought lazy.

“Do whatever you want, Ma'am!” He gave the code for the woman to leave his room.

Naura's lunch hour came along with the marketing director. While Amara who is quite free and not so have a job chose to leave after asking permission from the father.

The destination is a shopping mall. He needed to refresh his head which had been disturbed for several weeks due to the unexpected presence of the man.

Hanif Akram Arsalan's.

Either since when did the man snatch his heart, filling the space that had been empty for so long without anyone. His lips repeatedly said something as the shadow of the charming figure filled his head, imagining how beautiful it looked.

Since Haris' departure, Amara has never been close to any man other than Bilal Hasby who had ever intended to propose to her. However, from the news heard the man was already in a relationship with one of the talented young pianists, the son of one of the government officials. There is news that there will be a proposal also that will occur in the next few weeks.

Amara was quite happy to hear that. At least the man can move on and reach another love.

A soul mate is a mystery and no one can guess where the heart will come down to. No matter how close the distance, if not a soul mate there is always a wall that stretches. Whatever the distance, if the soul mate will always be there is a way and the best way to become one in the goal.

“Can sit here?” ask someone to break Amara's daydream. He turned his head towards the source of the voice and found a smiling middle-aged woman pointing at the bench next to him.

“Please, Mom,” replied Amara with a smile that showed hospitality.

“Only alone, Son?” ask the middle-aged woman, whose face is not so unfamiliar in memory.

Amara simply nodded while trying to unpack her memory of the middle-aged woman in front of her.

His face, his smile, everything was like it was not so foreign in sight. Like I've met before, but I don't know when. Wanted to ask, but Amara was afraid of wrong people.

“I've been looking for muters and phone not picked up. It turned out to be sitting here,” said someone made Amara widen her eyes in surprise. The man standing before him was currently getting closer and instantly kissed the back of the middle-aged woman's hand next to him. “Mama made me worry only.”

“Mama?” amara's murmur was able to be heard in both ears.

“You know my son, Son?” asked the middle-aged woman again resuscitated Amara.

“Ma, this is Amara. He whom we met first in the cottage Ustadz Yusuf.” Akram introduced both.

“Just right mom's face like a stranger. It turns out that his mother Mas Akram.” Amara chuckled, kissing the back of the middle-aged woman's hand respectfully.

“You already know each other, huh?” asked Nufa Azizah with squeaking eyes.

“We accidentally met several times, Mom,” replied Amara while looking down.

“Mama has eaten? I'm hungry,” said Akram diverting the conversation.

“Ya already ... come on. Nak Mara come with you guys, let's have lunch together.”

Amara shook her head and rejected her out of disdain, but Akram was a little pushy and convinced that her mother had both eaten rice. Want to not want him to be chuckled because of the joke. He finally resigned as the middle-aged woman clasped his hands.

While Akram has to follow the two women while staring at his mother annoyed at hogging Amara.

To Be Continue ....