THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE

Acquaintance

Azka and Ms. Aisyah headed for the elevator. The guy hit the number 2. As soon as the elevator opened, a girl stood right in front of the door. Both Azka and the girl were shocked.

“Mm—mas Azka,” hiss the girl.

“Where are you going?”  ask Azka.

“You search Mas Azka. I want to say goodbye. I called, unappointed,” he replied.

Azka felt her pocket. Then, he patted her on the forehead.

“God, my HP was left in the room. O yes, this is my bundle,” Azka said.

The girl grabbed Ms. Aisyah's hand and kissed her reverently.

“Assalamualaikum, “ greet the girl.

“Waalaikumsalam. Can we have a chat in your room?” sahut Bu Aisyah's.

The girl nodded. He turned around and took Ms. Aisyah to his room.

“Azka, take your HP first. Goods times there is an important message or phone!” ma'am Aisyah's orders.

Azka knitted her eyebrows. It feels like Miss Aisyah's orders are so strange.

“I'm so suspicious of you. Tumben-tumbenan enthusiastic is the same girl who is not yet known. I just don't know much,” Inner Azka.

“Ngapain dumbfounded? Already, sana!” get rid of Bu Aisyah.

Although in his heart there was something strange, Azka followed the orders of the mother. He went back into the elevator. Before the elevator door completely shut Azka continued to pay attention to her mother and new friends.

“Whose name are you, Son?” asked Ms. Aisyah as soon as they entered the room.

“Meli, Mum. Read more Meli Shahrani,” replied the girl in front of Bu Aisyah.

“Oh, Meli from where?”

“Jember, Mom.”

“This is the first time for you to come to Jogja?”

Meli. He invited Ms. Aisyah to sit on the sofa.

“I've been to Jogja, to a friend's reception. But that time was not alone. It was a 5 star hotel. Get off the train, we just took a taxi to the hotel.”

“This time you're alone?” ask Ms. Aisyah again.

“Iya, Mom. And my friend's address is gone. I got it when he called. I took notes on paper, stored in the wallet, then my wallet was gone. Fortunately met Mas Azka when I was confused,” explained Meli.

Ms. Aisyah nodded. He looked at Meli unblinking for a long time. Of course the girl was being misbehaved.

“Okay, Mom, don't look at me like that! I feel like I'm facing a future in-law. Eh, is the candidate-in-law like this his attitude? If I want to be a son-in-law, I don't refuse. Azka Cakep. Haish, what do I think I am?”

“Meli is still in college?” Ms. Aisyah asked the question for the umpteenth time.

“Iya, Mom. Take economy,” Meli replied.

Ms. Aisyah looked at Meli intensely again. Looks like Azka's mother is investigating Meli.

“What's up, Mom? Something wrong with Meli's shirt?” tanya Meli removes the grogginess.

Aisyah nodded with a smile. He kept staring at Meli.

“Mom would love to have a daughter. A few years ago, I raised my disciple to be my foster son. He was abandoned by both his parents. But, now he does not live with Mom anymore,” complained Ms. Aisyah.

“Oh, why Ma? He found his parents?” ask Meli curious.

Ms. Aisyah shook her head and replied, “No, her parents are dead.”

“Then?” chase Meli.

“He is married. She lives with her husband. Now, she became Mom's daughter-in-law because her husband was Mom's son. But, they live in the house of his parents.”

“Oh, so Mas Azka is married? Well, extinct is my hope to get a mate from Gudeg City. Ambyaaarr..”.

“Mas Azka and adopted daughter Mom don't live in Jogja?” ask Meli.  His spirit of strength has begun to fade.

“Via, Mother's daughter, lives in Jogja as well. But not every day I visit my mom. Now, I live alone with my husband. Sometimes they get together. But, that's rare. Mother's youngest son is completing S-2 in Medan. Not necessarily once a month he came home because he helped take care of the plantation,” continued Bu Aisyah.

Meli nods.  He was no longer interested in asking Ms. Aisyah anything.

“Meli since when hijab?” Ms. Aisyah asked Meli again.

“Not too long, Mom. Since semester 3.”

“Oh, so. What matters, don't unload. Now wear a big hijab, next month change to a sexy dress. Eh, sorry. Mother is slacking. I love seeing a girl who is hijab-wearing and consistent with her hijab. My mother's daughter did too. Once emigrated, she never took off the hijab when she had to meet a man who was not a mahram,” said Bu Aisyah.

Meli nodded. Now, he felt comfortable talking to Ms. Aisyah.

Their conversation stopped when they heard the door knock. Meli got up from her seat to open the door.

“Eh, Mas Azka's. Find Mommy huh?”

“Neg. Why search? I know my mother here, kok,” replied Azka cuek.

“Keep, why not nyari banga?” ask Meli again.

“You meet your mother also you.” Azka stepped leisurely past Meli.

“Basic guy magic!”

Azka was sitting next to Ms. Aisyah. The mother smiled meaningfully while glancing at Azka.

“What do you want again?” Miss Aisyah asked back.

“Loh, Azka will massage Mother.” Azka leaned her head against her shoulder.

Meli looked at the two full of astonishment. To him, it was strange that a grown man was so spoiled to his mother.

“Ih, already married still so spoiled. How does his wife feel, huh?”

“Anterin Meli to her friend's place, tuh! Previously, to the police station first!” ma'am Aisyah's orders.

Azka raised her head. He looks confused.

“To the police station? Whynot? Didn't he say? His parents are also not nyari,” said Azka.

“Anyway by the way. Report if you lose your wallet. What cards are missing, so. To take care of the new card there must be a certificate from the police,”papar Bu Aisyah while menoyor Azka head.

“Oh. Fortunately not a wallet with its owner,” muttered Azka lirih but can still be heard Bu Aisyah and Meli.

“The owner will you find,” Meli chirps.

“Ah, you're right. If the owner is missing, who reported his father,” said Azka.

“Already, there! If you need to go to the bank, yes all delivered,” continued Bu Aisyah.

“Ngapain to the bank? Gadein her?” ask Azka in plain pretentious style.

“Mas Azka!” pekik Meli.

Azka chuckles. He took Meli away.

“Hey, Mother's time just left behind? What kind of kid is it?” Ms. Aisyah nagged.

“Eh yes, forgot. Come, Mother! Mommy went to the police station too? Beware, lo, ntar Bunda arrested for stealing,” joked Azka. He gave Meli the code to lock the door.

“Indeed, Mother of small children, wear scared? What mistress mother? Your wallet?” sulk Bu Aisyah.

“Stolen Father's heart,” sahut Azka followed by her laughter.

Ms. Aisyah and Meli laughed. Together with the somplak, usually carried away.

In front of the elevator, they separated. Azka and Meli chose to go down, Ms. Aisyah went up to her room.

“After the police station, where are we going? Any ATMs missing?” ask Azka.

Meli nodded. He gave me the name of the bank where he opened the account.

With pleasure, Azka drove Meli to take care of everything due to losing the contents of her wallet. Almost 3 hours of their business just finished.

“Where else are we going?” ask Azka.

“Mas Azka wouldn't mind if I go to the shop? My friend I managed to call. Since last night it turns out the HP is low bat, just like me. He did not realize because it was stored in a bag, he himself was busy because there were more guests,” Meli said.

“That's start ni model Ratna, often sloppy. Now add another careless creature I know.” Azka remembered Ratna.

“If Mas Azka objected, I'll take a taxi.” Meli felt bad because Azka just kept quiet.

“Indeed have enough money to pay a taxi?” tejek Azka's.

“Kan already have a new card, can swipe,” tangkis Meli.

“Iya, yes. But, I don't mind your anterin, kok,” said Azka,”Where's the address?”

“Totally? Your wife isn't nyari?” ask Meli worried.

Azka glaring. He was surprised that Meli suddenly thought he had a wife.

“Kok can you think I already have a wife?”

“Kata. She had a foster daughter who kept marrying her biological son.”

Azka laughed at Meli's explanation

“That's Mas Farhan, my brother. He just got blessed with momongan. Coincidentally guys. So, your mother's desire to pet a baby girl has not been granted.”

“Hah? Apparently he's not married. I still have a chance. My hope isn't too big, though. Anjani, let's compete for a soul mate.”

Unconsciously Meli smiled. It did not escape Azka's attention.

“Cock smile yourself? What's so funny?” ask Azka.

“Eh, who smiles?” Meli tried to evade.

“If the lips make an arch, the cheeks are pulled, the teeth are slightly visible, that's what's the name?”

“Tau ah's. Is this really gonna send me? Ni address.” Meli diverts the conversation by showing a short message from her friend.

Azka told Meli to put on her seat belt. Slowly, Azka began to drive a car owned by her mother.

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Who wants to know who Meli, her friend Anjani, please read the novel Cinta Strata 1 by Kak Indri Hapsari.

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