Throw Your Ex In His Place !

Epi02

An hour before the love statement is called.

Ardi just got home from his overtime job at the office. He walked towards the living room where his mother and father were.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma'am, Dad" said Ardi as he walked to the empty sofa beside his father and mother sitting who was watching a television show.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Just got you home, son? Another overtime?" Mother turned to the source of the voice while smilingly welcoming her son's arrival.

"Yes, Mom. It's good to make a sore shoulder. Too many people are taken care of and typed "Sister Ardi threw himself on the sofa and unbuttoned his sleeves.

"You've got a nice wife, Di. There is a tired work house that mijitin, there is a waiter," replied Dad with eyes still fixed on the television.

"Yes, Son. When are you going to introduce your future wife to Mom? There's not yet? Last afternoon the Holy Aunt called and told me she had the right candidate for you. He's the son of his best friend. His son is beautiful, smart and also a prospective doctor. I am still in college but graduating. The introduction can also. How do you want to not?" Mom stroked her son's hair.

"Where, son? Just meet his son first. In about two weeks we go to town B, later I tell the Holy Aunt to take the girl to the house Eyang ya. Let's get to know each other. How, Son? Do you agree with my mother's opinion?" She looked at her son for approval.

"There's no harm in you getting to know the girl. If later after meeting you feel not suitable yes already friends. No, there's no harm. No bond just just a new introduction." Dad chimed

Ardi sighed.

"Come, Ma. I'll try to think about it."

"Or don't you actually have your own candidate, Di?" I tried to guess.

Deg ! Ardi shocked. He tried to correct his sitting position.

"It's wrong, wrong way." Dad smiled seductively.

"Is that true, son? Do you have your own candidate? How come you haven't been brought here to be known to Mom and Dad?" Mother probing.

“Iya, Mom," replied Ardi flatly.

"Who? Which guy? Where is he staying?" Mom wonders.

"There, girl, lives on Earth. But, do not know which people are the same as the Power," replied Ardi with a sigh of laughter.

"Ih! You yes, this guy his mother again is really to his son. Uh! he's kidding." Mom pinches his son's arm.

“Ouch! It hurts, Mom." Ardi complained of pain while rubbing his arm.

"Eatya, if the parents again ask you the right answer, dong,” replied I'm upset.

"Mother ... mother .. You don't know your child,” said Dad casually. "Don't tempt your mother again just answer the question."

Ardi looked at his parents in turn.

"Continue?" ask Mom curious.

"Keep, I've also been trying to find out information about him right now. Being close to someone or not. And it turns out .. she was empty. Don't have a boyfriend." Ardi smiled.

"Then what are you waiting for, son? If you think he's the best why not?" I convinced Ardi.

"I'm just establishing myself, Mom. I don't want to make decisions with emotion just because I'm often asked when to get married? I want this to happen because I sure choose him with all his good and bad manners. So that I won't regret it in the future" replied Ardi steadily.

"Mom's son is a real adult now, Dad." Mom stroked Ardi's hair.

"Descendant who used to dong!” Father raised both his hands mimicking the man who was upholding his collar.

"He's also a mother's son too, Dad.” Mom won't budge.

"Already, ah! I'm going to go to the room to get changed and get some sleep." Ardi stood up and started walking towards his room on the second floor.

Ardi entered his room. He put his briefcase on his bedside nightstand. He sat on the edge of the bed, opening one by one the buttons of his shirt and also his watch. The watch was placed on the nightstand close to his briefcase. Then he took the shirt to the corner of the room where the dirty laundry basket was.

Ardi's in the bathroom. Wash your face and wash your sweat. He got a towel hanging behind the bathroom door. He dried his face, hands, and some other body parts that were exposed to splashes of water. Ardi came out of the bathroom bare-chested and a towel coiled around her waist, as her singlet shirt was slightly wet from the water. He headed towards the wardrobe and looked for t-shirts and shorts to wear.

Ardi sat down on the edge of his bed. Picked up the bag on the nightstand to look for his phone. After finding it he immediately checked his phone, was there an important message or call that was missed while overtime ? Because overtime the phone was in silent mode.

There was an unanswered call from the Holy Aunt this afternoon. "Maybe this is what I told you earlier" murmured Ardi.

There were several WhatsApp messages from his office friends, he read and answered as necessary. Ardi's smile expands when he sees one of the names in the WhatsApp message that has not been opened. Dara Amelia's. He read it with a smile that was still expanding.

"Yes, I'll talk to him later. What's the big deal, brother?" Fill in WA's message from Dara.

As has been revealed to his mother that some days Ardi is trying to strengthen his heart to express his feelings to Dara. A girl he knew about five years ago. At first, his friendship was ordinary just Mr. Manager and his staff employees. However, then the relationship turned into more familiar when accidentally Dara's boarding room became the place to stay for the boss of Mr. Manager, Ardi. That's where they started telling each other stories. From work to romance.

Ardi felt silly when he remembered the incident a few years ago. She recalled where she once felt both happy and sad when Dara walked out of their old office and moved to an office closer to her home so there was no need to ditch anymore. She was happy because Dara could now get together more often with her parents, who Dara wanted. And she must be happy because Dara left her boyfriend. Because for Ardi the guy is not good for Dara. Only often makes Dara sad and feel constrained.

And Ardi was sad when Dara decided to move office because she felt she would be away from Dara. He would no longer be able to see Dara's soothing smile for him. And it did happen because each of them changed his phone number.

"It seems like it's time. I believe good things will be made easy." Ardi muttered in his heart.

Then Ardi's thumbs pressed Dara's mobile number.

Tut! Tut! Tut! The phone network is connected.

"Hello. Assalamu'alaikum." Dara answered her phone.