Touch Me Slowly's

Man's Speech

Arriving in Indonesia, Donald entered his parents' house while whistling happily after delivering Celin home.

The man walked with light footsteps and did not realize that Dena had seen him since earlier, when he got out of the taxi.

The middle-aged woman rushed down from the second floor of her house while holding a broom in hand, and slightly ran up to Donald.

"A brash kid...!" pekik Dena floated a broom towards Donal.

"Aww, mom ... sick, Mom." Donal grimaced feeling the rigors of the broomstick landing on his head and back.

"Children don't know they're lucky! Remember your home!" Dena still hit her son hard.

It had been days that he had kept the vexation of heartache for the man. Donald had lied to him many times and made the annoyance even more so at this time.

"Amaz, ma'am .. This hurts, ma'am." lamented Donal tried to withstand Dena's floor broomstick on her.

"Still know you're home, huh?! You shouldn't have to come here anymore!"

"Trus if I don't go home with my dad how? I can't have a grandchild later, Mom."

Dena chimes and beats Donald until he is satisfied and sits on the couch. The woman's reddened face held back the anger and resentment in one package.

The clothes worn by Donald had been tattered camping with a body that began to turn blue due to the blow of his mother.

"Well what else are you here for?! You want your mom to die, huh?!"

"Mom, I'm saying that, anyway? I came home because it was time to go home, Mom." Donal sat down beside Dena who was unwilling to look at him.

"Go from here! I don't want to see your face right now!" throw away that slender-eyed woman.

"Don't dong, Mom. Later if I really-no already, Mother is also sad and hurt."

"No, it's better that you don't have children than the stress of having children like you!" sahut Dena with her chest.

"Yes, I'm sorry, ma'am. Yesterday I went to Paris to pick up Mom's daughter-in-law." Donal told me.

Dena was silent not wanting to pierce his son's words.

"Today I'm the same as him fighting, ma'am. That's why I went there to bring him home. Tomorrow, I promised him he'd go to his house and bring Mom and Dad. This time I'm not boong, ma'am.." persuade Donald to touch Dena's hand slowly.

"Where's the phone, the same key to your car?!"

Donal cringing. "Make what, Mom?"

"Where? Cepet you come here!" pinta Dena extended her hand.

Donald reached into it from his pants pocket without any suspicion, and gave it to Dena's hand.

"Mom no longer believes in you!" sahut Dena stood up from the sofa.

Donald looked up, looking at the woman who had given birth to him. "I mean Mom?"

"From now on you law mother can not go out and meet anyone. All your facilities will be confiscated including all the properties you buy secretly from us! Mother is silent does not mean you do not know your behavior all this time, Nal. I still love you because I know how hard Dad is with you! But enough, this time ... no more tolerance for you!"

"But, Mom. I'm sorry, Mom. Besides tomorrow I promise the girl I'll meet her family. We'll go there together, ma'am."

"You don't believe in your drama anymore, Nal! Anyway you can't go out of the house, until you meet the woman who I betrothed to you!"

"What?" shock Donald. "Why be fooled again, Mom? I think we're done talking about that?!" the protest was no longer accepted.

"Whatever Mom wants, you've hired Mom a few times. Now, inevitably you still have to marry the same choice of Mom!" Dena passed away leaving Donald who was shouting to call out to her.

"LT...!" The man sat down on the sofa chair with a raging mind. Goddamnit! Why be a gini, anyway?!

Donald knew that she was angry with him now. Dena is not an easy mother to punish and is much more patient than her father.

Seeing Dena this time giving him an unmitigated punishment, Donald must rack his brains looking for a way to persuade the woman and give her a chance to meet Celin tomorrow.

"Where's your boyfriend, Cel?" ask Cut, Celin's mom.

Celin stared at the clock on his wrist restlessly, already an hour more waiting than Donal's promised time, the man did not come to their house.

"That guy's serious isn't it, is it you?!" Doddy, Celin's father interrupts.

"Why do you say that, anyway? He's serious about Celin. If he wasn't serious, he couldn't have picked up Celin in Paris yesterday!" the woman defended Donald.

Doddy clucked into his newspaper in annoyance. "Male support can't be held, Cel. Now he says love to you, tomorrow don't know if it's still true or not!"

"My boyfriend isn't, Pa. He's a good man, I'm sure he'll come. He promised me." said Celin with confidence.

He believed Donald would not lie to him much less to play with his feelings. Donal will definitely come, Celin is sure Donald will keep his promise today, to propose to him in front of his parents.

"Udah, do not have to fight..," between Cut mediate the debate between her son and husband.

"Try calling your girlfriend first, Cel. Who knows they're stuck in traffic or there's nothing on the road" he said.

Celin nodded, picked up his phone quickly and pressed Donal's number. The call was connected but not picked up, Celin was increasingly worried after several calls, Donal still did not pick up the phone.

Celin's face was severed with disappointment in there.

"Where?" ask Cut.

"Not appointed, Ma..," said Celin weakly.

Doddy screeched, throwing the newspaper he was holding onto the powerful table.

"Papa said also what, the man's speech can not be held Celin .. now you choose, want to accept the matchmaking, or still your boyfriend who is not clear?!"

"But I love him, Pa. I—"

"You love him but he's not serious like you are!" cut Doddy fast.

"Don't waste your time with someone who's obviously not serious about you, Cel. Your age is ripe, it is no longer the time for you to mess around and wait for something unclear! Mom just wants the best for you. Papa's son is good, he is also well established. He can definitely be happy with you as your children later," the middle-aged man continued at length.

Celin's heart throbbed at his father's true words. Seeing Donald not come until almost midnight, even more makes the woman hurt.

Why don't you come, Nal? I've been expecting a lot of the same Lo .. Why do you make me heartbroken again like this, Nal? Celin muttered in pain himself.

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Patience, yeah ...

Sometimes love needs to be tested ...