The Mission Down To The Heart

Bring the Dream Mantu Candidate

...☕This story is a mere fiction. Sorry if there is a similarity in the names of the characters and the scene. Please be wise in reading, impregnated word for word, so that the purpose reaches the heart of the reader☕...

Windusari.

At three o'clock in the morning, Fennita and Isnaeni left Windusari. They're heading down to Magelang terminal. From the terminal, Isnaeni will continue his journey alone to Jogja to Jakarta. Fennita armed with maps shown by Mbah gugel to reach the Magelang terminal.

If he used to use a car to travel, then this time it was a different experience. He used Qory's matic motor to propel the mama. The fresh and cold mountain air hit his skin. It was freezing as the wind hit his face and hands.

Fennita has arrived at the Magelang terminal. Isnaeni immediately got off the bike and looked for a bus ready to go to Jogja. He told Fennita to go home carefully.

"Be careful, Fen!" isnaeni's Message.

"Yes, Mah! Mama, be careful too. Call Fenni when you get to Jakarta." Fennita. They separated when Isnaeni had boarded the bus according to his duties.

Isnaeni sat pensively alone, thinking about everything that came to her mind. Fennita and Ericko's love. Honestly, he could not see his daughter suffering any more later. But, seeing the tears flowing from her daughter's netra last night, made her again swallow that bitter reality.

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Jakarta.

Ericko has just finished jogging around the basecamp area. He was tired of indoor sports. With his breath still puffing he gulped down the cold water from the two-door refrigerator. Dilan pulled his shirt and told him to sit down.

He forgot Adab was drinking. He grinned broadly towards Dilan. He who taught Dilan to do all activities according to the prevailing Islamic policy. Now he himself broke his words.

Erick took out the phone from his pants pocket. Find someone's number. He wondered who he would contact.

"Call who?" ask Dilan.

"My juniors, given the assignment until now why no report to me. Mana ..., again contact!" Jemari Erick actively searches for the contact number in question.

"What task do you give me?" ask Dilan again.

"Fennita Nyari!" it was Ericko who did not find the contact number.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you, Rick! Last night Rio and I met junior lo. He's blissful! He got the job of scouting from his commander, so he turned over. He said don't call him, 'cause he's undercover. The rest of the cost is not paid." Dilan had to lie to his best friend.

Rio and Dilan already have a special plan to bring together two people who are harboring that longing. Erick scrunched his forehead hearing Dilan's words. Like something weird. Dilan tried to divert the conversation. Pulling Ericko's hand to help her prepare the marriage file. He was only given one week by Commander Bambang to take care of the marriage transfer file.

The plan, Dilan and Intan will do the deal first. Then determine the date of the reception. Dilan's parents fainted when they heard her son was getting married. How not? Get to know the prospective ghost yet, suddenly gave news to come to Jakarta to propose to the girl of his puja. Dilan tells Erick about his conversation on the phone with his parents.

"You didn't impregnate her, did you, Lan? Ask Mamah," said Dilan began to tell stories.

"Now, not Mah! We knew him for a few months. He's the commander's son, really! Dare to fuck around can brush me, Mah! Dilan wait tomorrow must be in Jakarta!" answer Dilan honestly.

Erick laughed when he heard the story. He helped Dilan to first collect the existing files. Then he took a shower to clean himself up. Dilan said goodbye to him because he had to fit clothes with Intan. And Erick chose to sleep.

Enjoying his leave for three months. Ah, she forgot something, she hasn't told her mother yet. He wanted to tell me a little about the problems that overshadowed his love story with Fennita. Finally, he went to the sofa and put the phone to his ear.

His call was connected, the one that was cut off was his communication with Fennita. He waited for a while, and there was the voice of a woman he respected a lot. Ericko's mother said hello to her son's call. Asking the news like a mother, and certainly do not forget to miss the typical nagging women.

"That's it, maklumin, ma'am. Your son is after the show, ha-ha-ha. Ma'am, Erick is back in the village next week. Three months off. So unemployed, please give your son a mouthful of rice," said Erick.

Khotijah laughed at his son's curses. What's up to her three months off?

"Well, your mother will feed you! But bring the dream ghost!" reply Khotijah.

Erick played his nails with a smile. He started to tell the figure of the aggressive woman. He described everything about Fennita. Starting from his physique, his nature, and about his family. Khotijah was so calm and moved by Erick's story.

Erick explains the circumstances of his love that did not go smoothly. He also told me the cause. Erick waited for his mother to stop the outpouring of his heart, but it didn't happen. Khotijah listened without interrupting anything.

"So, now you don't know where he is?" ask Khotijah.

"Yes, Mom. And now, Erick's in agony. Mom, Erick wants to ask Mom, if ..., for example yes, Erick took Fennita to Temanggung, what would you do?" ask Erick carefully.

"Yes, I'll welcome you as a guest! Did you expect it to be what mom would she be? Gebuk garlic? That's for a mommy who forgets!"

Ericko laughed satisfied to hear his mother's nagging. He misses everything about the Temanggung. And he can't wait to get back there.

"Bring him in front of Mom. Let me know him. Mothers are not the type of people who judge things by just one thing. I prefer to judge for myself what I see, rather than hearing the negative side of him. So, quickly find her and introduce her to Mom. Anything else to talk about? I have to go to the garden, harvest strawberries. If you don't rush home, you can't enjoy the fruits of the garden!" khotijah.

Ericko was singing her lips, always she missed the opportunity to eat the fruit identical to the red color shaped like love and has a sweet sour taste. He asked his mother to keep a little of the crop in his garden.

"Mom, thank you?" ericko said calmly.

"Thank you for what?" ask Khotijah.

"Thank you for giving Fennita a chance."

"Together, Rick. Already, I want to go to the garden first, assalamu'alaikum," said Khotijah ended the call.

Ericko was a little relieved after asking her mother's point of view. Yeah, Ericko knows exactly what his mother looks like. He is not the type of person who immediately drops a verdict from just one problem. Moreover, it is not the person who does it, there is only a connection, surely he will judge for himself what the person is like. He is proud and grateful to have parents whose views are always open.

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