The Love of the Duda

TCSD 103: Puspah

"Hahaahhhh... I can finally live like this. Without thinking of the mother who really made me blood up."

Puspa threw his body on the sofa in the middle room. Inhaling the air deeply and he exhaled as if showing that he was very relieved because he had managed to get rid of the mother from his life. A mother who was shaken by her soul due to a fraud case that she had just faced.

"I didn't mean to disobey you, Mom. I was forced to do it all because I was ashamed to have a mother who was mentally impaired like a mother. If I keep my mother with me, it will definitely make it difficult for me to get a soul mate. I don't want an old man to have no companion."

Puspa monologues smoothly while staring at the ceiling of this middle room. His view is a little glaring. His heart was like fighting for what he had done. Between feeling the mother or throwing her away. However, the ego has mastered that it really has to do it all.

Geck... Geck... Tock....

The sound of knocking on the door of Tetiba scattered the girl's daydream. Highlight eyes that were so sharp before staring fixed the ceiling of the room, now he linked to the living room door leaf.

Geck... Geck... Tock....

The sound of knocking was again heard, forcing Puspa to move from his sitting position. He put his feet up and his hands outstretched to open the doorknob.

"Good afternoon, Ma'am. Sorry if my arrival interfered" said one of the men, who was about five years old.

Puspa stared fixedly at this man standing before him. A man who looks so handsome with a navy blue shirt suit, black pants, and swallow brand sandals that match the color of the pants he wears.

"Yes, what's the need?" puspa said directly on the subject.

The man smiled a little. "I'm sorry, but I came here to ask for salt. I was planning to cook a stir fry, but it turned out that the stock of salt in my house ran out. If I may, I'd like to ask for salt from Ma'am."

"You live here?" tanya Puspa did a little research.

"The Betul is Ma'am. I live next to this house!" the man replied while pointing towards the house which was right next to the house occupied by Puspa.

"Oohhh like that? But why have I never seen you?" During my stay in this house, the house you live in always seems empty," said Puspa as if hesitating about what this man said.

The man chuckled again. "Obviously he never saw me, because only yesterday I moved in that house. I used to live in Bandung, but because of the company I worked for in this city, I finally decided to keep the house. This house next to Ma'am is one of my parents' heritage houses, and I happen to be the sole heir."

The long speech of the man who asked for this salt made Puspa dissolve in his own mind. However, the woman could still nod her head in a sign of understanding what this man was saying.

What did he say? The only heir? That means the mansion will be his. When viewed from his clothes, this man also looks like an office employee who has a high position. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh... I think I can get along with this guy. Yeah, who knows, I could be his girlfriend or maybe his wife.

"Sir, is Mama okay?" asked the man while holding Puspa's shoulder.

Puspa. He blinked a little to reach his consciousness. The girl could only smile. "Aaaahhh I'm sorry for suddenly daydreaming." Puspa let out a long sigh to master his nervous feelings. "Oh yeah, did you want some salt? Wait a minute, let me get it in the kitchen."

Puspa hurried to step foot into the kitchen. After getting what he was looking for, the girl with wide strides immediately met the man back.

"This is the salt you asked for" Puspa said, holding out a small plastic container containing kitchen salt.

"Eh, but this is too much Ma'am. I only need a little" said the man trying to explain that the salt he needed was just a little.

"It's okay. Bring all. At home, I still have a lot of stock, so you don't have to worry" said Puspa casually.

The man smiled broadly. He extended his hand to receive the small container given by Puspa. "Thank you very much Ma'am." He reached out with a hand to introduce himself. "I'm Ardi. Sorry, if you may know, whose name is this beautiful mother?"

Hearing the man in front of him called him beautiful, making Puspa blushed in shame. He stretched out his hand and shook the hand of the man before him. "I'm Puspa."

"Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Puspa means flower. It turns out that it is not wrong parents Mbak used to give the name Puspa, because Puspa mbak is really beautiful like a flower."

The heart of Puspa who heard the praise of Ardi was as successful as being showered by thousands of fallen rose petals. The girl further lowered her face in embarrassment and also pride herself.

"You could have."

"That's absolutely right, ma'am. Puspa's mom is really pretty. Just this time I met a woman as beautiful as mbak Puspa," continued Ardi who increasingly made a big head Puspa.

"Have it, don't be like that. If you keep praising me, I may not sleep all night because it is ringed by your praise." Puspa could only wring the ends of the clothes he was wearing out of nervousness. "Oh yeah, don't call me Ma'am. Call me Puspa. Because I think you're a lot older than I am."

Ardi smiled more and more. "Alright Pus. I'll call you Puspa. Hopefully after this introduction we can get closer. Because I seem to be fascinated at first sight of you."

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