
Her mother's question confused Rasya, confused to convey that Bunga is not her boyfriend or close friend. It was just one of his best friend's plans that helped him from the snake woman's snare.
"But, Bun," said a confused Rasya.
"But what? Mommy just wants to see you, can't you?"
"It's not like that, Bun. But Rasya has not asked the same person yet" Rasya replied giving another reason.
"Why don't you just call now?" pinta Bunda Tasya is happy, this is his chance to get to know the figure of the woman who was told by his son.
Rasya was silent, he was confused to answer what about the order of his mother who told him to call Bunga now.
"Where are you, Bun. At this hour he might be busy,"
"Here is your phone, let Mother call her now," asked Mother Tasya, she should not be confused by the reason of the son who always retreated to find out about the figure of the woman.
When else could he see his son close to the opposite sex like this, this was his chance to get to know more closely and know his weight and lips.
Rasya also resignedly handed over his cellphone, he could not argue and reject the wishes of the beloved Mother. He did not want to see the sadness and disappointment of his great woman who had given birth to him with such a great sacrifice. Even though she did not see and feel what her mother did. But the Father always told about the sacrifice of his Mother when she gave birth to him in this world.
Mother Tasya also took and opened the child's phone to find the woman's cellphone contact.
"What's his name, Ras?" ask Mother Tasya.
"Flower, Bun," Rasya replied.
"A pretty name, surely the person is also beautiful," praised Mother Tasya who could not wait to call the number.
"Beautiful, Bun. It is not possible that the child of the Mother is not crazy about him," Inner Rasya.
The call also rang indicating that the number was active and connected, Mother Tasya was happy to immediately hear the candidate's mant.
"Hello, asalamualaikum, sir. What's up, huh?" said Bunga in there.
"Waalaikumsalam, is this right with Nak Bunga?" ask Mother Tasya who wants to make sure that the woman is named Bunga. He did not want the son to lie anymore for women.
There, Bunga scrunched his forehead. He was amazed by the voice of the woman who called him by his superior number.
"Yes, really. Who are you with?" ask Flowers.
"I'm with Rasya's mother, you know her."
"Yes, right, Tan. I'm Bunga's secretary Pak Rasya" Bunga replied honestly.
"Can we meet?" ask Mother Tasya again.
"Bun," protested Rasya who was embarrassed by his Mother's invitation to Bunga who would somehow answer what about her Mother's unreasonable invitation.
"Silent, Mother again spoke with the future mother-in-law," replied Mother Tasya who was so proud of the recognition of women he had never seen.
Over there, the confused Flower must answer what about the invitation of the woman who is called the parent of his superior.
"Where are the Flowers?" ask Mother Tasya again.
"Let me tell you again, Auntie. I can not be sure when will meet with Auntie," said Bunga who gave reasons so that his mother's superiors are not angry and not disappointed with the answer he gave.
"Auntie wait, yeah,"
"Yes," replied Bunga, and the two ended their phone call a few minutes later, both of whom talked about familiar introductions like they had known each other for a long time.
Mother Tasya also handed over the phone to the owner with a smile that expands. And passed without telling his son about his invitation to the woman.
"Well, how is this," Rasya argued to his father who was sitting while reading his business magazine.
Radit's father shrugged his shoulders sign he also did not understand and did not know about the plan of the wife who was so eager to meet the figure of the woman.
Rasya took a breath and left leaving the father who was focused regardless of his son's frustration.
Bruck...
Rasya also slammed the door of his room violently, he had to find an excuse when Bunga asked him about his mother who was determined to meet with him.
What is worried happened, Bunga also chatted her. Rasya also opened a message from Bunga.
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[Asalamualaikum, sir. What the hell is going on? Why did your mother take me to a meeting?]