The Shadow of Semu Love

Visit to the Son's House

There was a debate between me and my father. I reveal why I haven't been able to accept other men in my life. However, that reason was actually considered strange by Father. 

"You rejected the Son only because of the dead, Shay? You think you can continue to love someone whose world is different from ours?" 

"I can, Sir. I want to keep my love for her" I replied firmly. 

He ruffled his own hair. Maybe the old man was frustrated with his dissident son like me. 

"G*ila. It turns out I raised an insane child. You should have thought, yes. You are still alive, and he is no more. It's not appropriate that you're still glued to the past." 

"But, Sir. I ... love her," I said expressing my feelings for what they were. 

He looked at me with sharp eyes. I know you're upset with me. But I am not ready to open my heart. 

"Mother doesn't want to know. You must be able to let go of your past, Yes," said Mr. firmly. 

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My ruckus with the Father that finally affected Mom, made me forced to do the order of the selfish old man. In the end, I decided to go to the son's house alone. You told me the address of the man who was going to be my future. 

Here I am now, in a big house. The page is also broad and beautiful. Many large trees flourished there. 

I parked the bike next to the red car. Before entering and meeting the son, I had time to stay silent on my bike. 

My brain and heart completely rejected what I was going to do. However, I can't keep seeing Mom being blamed by you. 

For a long time I thought, until someone I was about to meet suddenly came out of the house. I glanced at him, he smiled, then walked towards me. 

"Tasya, are you here alone?" ask her with a soft voice. Perhaps if my heart was not bound to that of Brother Risqi, I would easily fall in love with this man before me. 

"Em, I'm alone" I replied briefly. 

"Oh, yeah, come on in!" 

I had to follow the steps of the Son who walked into the house. My right hand held the bushel containing the food that Mother prepared for the Son. 

"Sit, Yes!" 

"Yes," I said softly, I landed my bok*ng on the living room soft sofa. 

My son is also sitting in front of me. The handsome man seemed to understand that I could not be approached easily. That's why he took the opposite seat to me. Maybe my discomfort can be read by him. 

"This is a seat from Mom," I said, putting a bushel on the table. 

The son looked at the bushel who was already on the table, then smiled kindly at me. His smile is sweet. However, that smile has not been able to replace the smile of Kak Risqi that I still remember. 

"Why smile?" many wonder. 

"You're being honest, yeah. In fact, the father called me and said that if you want to come here, make a dish that you make yourself." 

"It's Mom's cooking. I can cook," I said honestly. 

There was no look of surprise on the handsome face of the Son. It seems like that guy already knows a lot about me. 

"Can't you cook?" ask, smiling thinly. 

"Yes," I replied. 

"Why?" ask the son again. 

"Since childhood I have never been taught to do homework. Mother would rather I learn to make my own money to help the family finances," I replied without any cover-up. 

He's mangosteen. "So my future wife is a hard worker, yeah. But, it's okay you can't cook. After marriage, you can learn slowly. I can teach you," he said without a burden. 

I glanced at him, the man's expression was completely calm. There was not the slightest burden implied on his handsome face. Maybe because he was a teacher, so his carriage was so calm. 

"If after studying I still can't cook, how?" my question is full of search. 

"Yes it's okay. I invite you to build a household, not a restaurant. So, not being able to cook is no problem. We can still hire a domestic assistant" she replied wisely. Those words managed to make my heart rustle. 

'He's really nice or is he pretending to be good?' 

I was silent after hearing the answer from the son. Although my heart was a little melted by his words, but my brain still refused. 

When the atmosphere was silent, suddenly someone came from the inner direction. A middle-aged woman who was still beautiful with her hair bunned. 

"Eh, there are guests" he said, smiling. 

I got up immediately as the woman approached with my right hand outstretched, I immediately received the woman's hand, then I kissed the back of this fragrant hand with reverence. 

"Tante," I said kindly. 

"When's the case, honey?" asked the woman after stroking the top of my hair. The woman chose to sit right next to me. 

"Barusan, Auntie," I replied politely. 

The woman stared at the table, then looked at the Son for a moment before turning her eyes back to me. "What did you bring, Sya?" ask the woman. 

"I told Mom to make that love to the Son, Auntie," I answered honestly. 

"Loh, bother. If you want to come, come, yes. There was no need to bring anything," said the woman, I only responded with a faint smile. 

"Son, this is why there's no drink on the table yet? You didn't ask aunty to make you a drink for your future daughter-in-law, you know!" 

"Eh, yes, son forgot, Mah." The son got up and went inside. 

The beautiful woman who pinned the name of the future daughter-in-law to me shook her head slowly. "You see, Shay. The boy rarely does anything. But, faced with you immediately forget everything," he said accompanied by a guyonan.