THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE

Distinct (2)

Arriving at the shophouse, Ahza and Edi just say goodbye for a while. They immediately drove their vehicles to their homes.

Ms. Aisyah had just finished preparing lunch when Azka entered. He was somewhat surprised to see the look on the face of his youngest son who beamed like a mercury lamp.

“What's up? How happy is it to win the lottery?” ask Ms. Aisyah.

“Indeed Mommy ever participated in the draw, keep winning?” Azka asked back.

“Ya no, anyway. Arisan. If you can also be happy,” replied Ms. Aisyah.

“Later, deh Azka talking to Mommy. Azka went to the mosque first. Where's dad going, Bun?” ask Azka.

“Two hours ago to the hospital. On the phone, there was an emergency. Mother did not ask what emergency conditions are meant. Yes, yes, go! Later the story to Mommy finished lunch,” said Bu Aisyah.

Azka obeyed the words of her mother. He changed his clothes, then rushed to the mosque because the azan had reverberated. While Bu Aisyah also went to the family musala for the munfarid prayer.

That afternoon, Ms. Aisyah enjoyed lunch only with Azka because Dr. Haris had not returned home. In addition to knowing that her husband will not have lunch at home, Ms. Aisyah also wants to listen to her son's story. That's why as soon as Azka came home, the woman immediately pulled her into the dining room.

“What exactly? Looks important?” asked Bu Aisyah after sipping water.

“Mother promises won't tease Azka, laugh at Azka?” Azka wanted to get certainty before telling a story.

Bu Aisyah's eyebrows seemed to approach until they almost met. The astonishment enveloped the mind of the mother of two grown sons.

“Why, anyway? Does Mommy like to tease you? What is the same problem?” cecar Bu Aisyah's.

“Just like Mommy promised first will not be tempted Azka, will not laugh at Azka,” pinta Azka spoiled.

“Good, good. Mother promise. Now, say!” said Ms. Aisyah.

Azka smiled with relief. He drank water first.

“Mother still remember Meli? At that time lost the wallet and Azka took to the hotel four wedding receptions Mas Edi and Mira,” said Azka opened the destination.

“Of course Mommy still remembers. Friends of Via and Ratna, right? Study Economics from Jember?” Ms. Aisyah confirmed her memory.

“Betul. Thank God, Mommy still remembers.”

“Kan not long ago. Not yet a year, Mother's time has forgotten.”

Azka smiled again. He looked a little nervous to continue the conversation.

“Em...Mother, according to Mother, Meli how?” tanya Azka hesitated.

“How is it?” asked Ms. Aisyah not understanding.

“Yes, the girl is good what is not, polite what is not, anyway Mother's assessment how?”

“Mother like Indonesian Idol jury, yes,” muttered Bu Aisyah.

Azka looked troubled. He looked at his mother expectantly.

“Yes, it's up to Mommy. Anyway in the eyes of Mother, Meli what is it like?” ask Azka again.

“According to Mother sih—Meli good girl. He's also polite. God willing is good even though he has not long migrated, at least he has tried always istikomah.” Ms. Aisyah replied slowly as she thought.

“Means she's a good girl, huh?” Azka asked again.

“God willing is good. Indeed why? You want to ask, does he deserve to be Mother's daughter-in-law, so?” guess Miss Aisyah.

Azka smelled a smile. There was relief in his eyes.

“If yes, Mother's answer how?” Azka turned the question around.

Miss Aisyah laughed. He realized that his son was an adult, it was worth thinking about a prospective companion.

“According to the view of Mother who just knew for a while is worth it. But, you can not judge just from a short meeting a few months ago. If you are serious, try your Istikharah prayer to ask for directions. If you are sure, then you take a more serious step,” advice Bu Aisyah.

“Means Mommy wants to know her more?” ask Azka again.

“If there is a chance, why not,” Bu Aisyah replied diplomatically.

“How about Mother asks him to come to Jogja. He must be on a semester break too. Later Azka send her contact.”

Bu Aisyah looked at her son while holding back a laugh.

“Why didn't you just contact him?” ask Ms. Aisyah.

“If Mother asks, she must be obedient. Just tell the train to be safer. Tomorrow let Azka pick up,” said Azka spirit.

“Surely he would agree? How are you ready to pick up, anyway?” comments by Ms. Aisyah.

Azka's face pouted a little. He was too excited to imagine Meli coming back to Jogja.

“Then, Mother japri him now only, yes!” pinta Azka's.

Ma'am Aisyah nodded in agreement. They immediately took their own devices.

“Have you sent, Ka?” ask Ms. Aisyah.

“Newly, Bun,” replied Azka.

“Delay the pleasantries. Ask her news, ask her vacation plans, just told her to vacation to Jogja. The super duper handsome Mas Azka is ready to pick up and drop off Princess Meli Shahrani.”

Ms. Aisyah throbbed hearing Azka's speech whose thickness level was over-dosed. Her fingers continued to dance on her phone screen.

For a moment, both of them were silent. Ms. Aisyah was busy sending a message. Meanwhile, Azka waited anxiously. Before long Ms. Aisyah sent a screenshot of her conversation with Meli to Azka.

“Do not ask Mother what we are talking about. Open your own Mother's shipment. Okay?” said Ms. Aisyah.

Azka immediately opened a message from her mother. He opened a screenshot of the conversation between Bu Aisyah and Meli. A big smile suddenly spread across his lips.

“Waduh, the son of Mommy must be flowery. Soon fruitful, Mother lives Metik,” joked Bu Aisyah.

“Ih, Mother here. Is it okay for him to stay here with Anjani?” ask Azka.

“You can read Mother's answer to Meli. And, you also do not need to make sense if he wants to spend at Via's house.

“Iya, yes. Ready, Bun.”

　

　

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At the shophouse, Salsa was still more silent. Mira was concerned to see it. However, it seems Salsa has not wanted to tell a story.

“Mbak Mira, Salsa, I'll go out first. Sa, pinjem your motor, yes!” pamit Ratna's.

“Where to go, Ma'am?” ask Salsa.

“Ke stationery shop. The stock of combat equipment is running low. Our store is not open full. It's okay, I borrowed your bike?”

“Yes, usually that too. Careful, Ma'am!” salsa.

After Ratna left, Salsa closed the door. He returned to the 2nd floor. Mira is enjoying instant boiled noodles.

“You didn't eat, Sa?” ask Mira.

Salsa. His appetite has disappeared.

“Eh, really not hungry? Problems make you full, yes?” kanda Mira's.

Salsa just looked down. He returned to daydreaming.

“Sa, that problem to face and solve. Not avoided,” advice Mira.

“Salsa is confused, Salsa is also shy,” complained Salsa.

“If you believe me, tell me! I'm ready to listen and keep your secret. God willing,” said Mira steady.

Salsa looked into Mira's eyes. He was looking for honesty there. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“Mbak Mira, before Mbak Mira married Mas Edi, Mommy Mira ever fell in love? Mira ever dated?” ask Salsa lirih.

“Wah, it's really a love affair. Ratna's guess didn't miss. The talent of shamans is also that of children.”

“If in love, ever, dating no,” replied Mira, he said,

“Mbak Mira never fell in love with a guy other than Mas Edi?”

Mira nodded with a smile.

“But, my love is clapping one hand. My feelings are unrequited. Finally, my love withers before it develops,” said Mira calmly.

“Means Mira was heartbroken? Who's the guy who broke Mira's heart? Does Salsa know the guy?” salsa asked in flames.

Mira smiled again. He held Salsa's hand gently.

“That's the past. I buried him. Let only a certain person know. “

“Did that guy know that Mira's mom loved him?” Salsa was still curious.

“God willing.”

“She is married?”

Mira nodded. His smile is still growing.

“He is happy with his little family. I'm also happy to be Mas Edi's wife. Uh, how am I the one with so many stories? My problem is over, it's the past. You still have problems,” said Mira.

Salsa. He still looks doubtful. He looked into Mira's eyes again, looking for certainty there. Mira gave a sullen smile.

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