True Said Mamah

Chapter 22

Anan has had his body cleaned which feels sticky due to today's activities. He came out of the bathroom wearing a black shirt and cloth pants under the knees that were also the same color. It is very contrasting with the color of his skin that is pure white.

He sat down on the couch and fiddled with his phone. Whenever he had typed something in there, he always deleted it. He was confused, how should he ask Arya about what she saw last afternoon at the restaurant.

Huuff!

Anan let out a heavy sigh, having typed something but not yet sent it. He put his cell phone on the couch, then stood up to get some drinking water in the fridge. He had not had time to gulp water in his glass, his phone rang a sign of a call coming in.

He walked over to the sofa where his phone was lying. He frowned after seeing who had called him. He put his glass of water on the table. And without lingering, it also shifts the green icon towards the top and the call is connected.

"Hello" ~Anan.

"You don't believe me?" ~Aryans.

"Geez, that,.." ~Anan.

"Is that how you feel about me?" ~Aryans.

Anan was still silent, confused.

"Halloo.." ~Aryans.

"I-yes, sorry sir." ~Anan.

"Please, don't doubt me!" ~Aryans.

"Yes sir." ~Anan.

"He's one of my clients." ~Aryans.

And then finish the call.

As soon as the phone connection is cut off, Anan hastily opens the chat application on his phone. And how surprised he found the chat that was not sent, there are two blue ticks.

He patted his head and threw himself on the sofa.

"I never thought I'd send this message. When sent?" mumbling remembered.

"Based on village girls, it's easy to be fooled. I really want to laugh at you. But wait, soon we'll see, where you'll hide your village's face out of shame."

Arya then dialed the phone on her desk and ordered Dimas to enter her room.

"How are the events preparing for next month?" arya asked as soon as Dimas sat on the sofa on one side of the room.

"Walk 60 percent" replied Dimas who loosened a little tie on the collar of his shirt.

"It's not long, I don't want anything to be missed."

Arya leaned on the front side of her desk, then crossed her legs while folding both her hands on her chest.

"You take it easy, leave it to the experts" Dimas said.

"It seems you are very excited for this event, even though you were previously indifferent and reluctant to take care of it. What's up?" tanya Dimas looked at Arya full of probing.

"It's none of your business! You just have to prepare it."

Arya turned around, walking towards the big glass that was the wall of her room, where she could see the crowd of the city from behind the glass wall.

"It's not there anymore, I'm out first," said Dimas and Arya just raised his hand to the air allowing sign.

"There will soon be a spectacular spectacle" he murmured with a sly grin.

At nightfall, Anan was cleaning his old dinnerware, then washing it in the sink.

"Nan, do you have a problem, son?" mamah Yati asked as Anan was about to sit on the sofa, after washing the cutlery.

Anan stepped closer to his mama, then sat on his mama's bed.

"Anan is okay, mah. Anan is fine, "he said, then clasped his mother's right hand.

"Mamah is just worried about you, baby" said Mamah Yati who was still thinking about Anan's change last afternoon at the restaurant.

"Anan is an adult. As you say, the flow of life is not always in accordance with what we want. Sometimes even a mature plan can be stopped by a drop of barrier."

Anan sighed before resuming his words.

"Then what if the barrier is more than a speck?" Anan looked at Mamah Yati then smiled.

"Mama has taught me to be a strong woman. Through mamah, Anan learned the real meaning of patience and sincerity. So what are you worried about?"

Anan changed his position, lay down beside his mama and tilted his body slightly to face his mama.

"You wish Anan all the best. Is there not the most effective prayer, but a mother's prayer for her child?" Then Anan hugged his mother from the side.

Mamah Yati also stroked Anan's hair lovingly.

"O Allah, may You be with my son every step of the way. Servant knows, in every event You always include wisdom behind it. So I beg you, make my daughter a strong girl to face anything, and be patient and sincere in living it, amen ya rab."

Mamah Yati prayed with tears in her eyes. Then kiss the forehead of the only princess who has fallen asleep.

A week has passed Anan graduation ceremony. Anan began to feel bored, he was only in the hospital and did nothing, like to campus for example. For the business of the store, Rasmi regularly comes to bring his report every five days, as well as officially membesuk mamah Yati in the hospital.

Despite getting a job offer, but Anan is still weighing. Many things that he must consider, one of them, the condition of his mother.

He did not want his work later to make him rarely meet his mother. Especially if he needs to work overtime. So until this moment, no company proposed to him he responded.

While engrossed in chat in her chat group, Dr. Sandra walks into her mom's treatment room. However, without a white coat attached to his body, as he usually wears wara-wiri in his hospital.

"Eh, aunt Sandra. Tumben dressed up like this," said Anan who was amazed by the appearance of doctor Sandra.

Usually, Sandra's doctor only wears a shirt paired with a skirt below the knee or cloth trousers, then covered with a white coat. Today, Sandra's doctor wears a motif dress with a v neck, three-fourths of an arm, a length of a scab. With high heels covering his legs, as well as a tote bag on his left hand. Very very classy. Despite her age, Dr. Sandra still looks beautiful.

Doctor Sandra stood by the bed of Mamah Yati. "Today aunt doesn't practice."

"Then, why go to the hospital?" anan asked confusedly.

"Because auntie will take you for a walk, and of course shopping," replied Dr. Sandra with a fluffy smile.

"Actually, aunty has long wanted to invite you, but auntie knows, you are busy. Mumpun you do not say anything, why not now we just go." Doctor Sandra then turned to Mamah Yati.

"Can you, Miss Yati?" ask Dr. Sandra to ask.

Mamah Yati smiled then nodded in agreement to doctor Sandra's request, making doctor Sandra also smile at him.

"Now!" exclaiming Sandra held out a paper bag to Anan.

"This is what aunt?"

"It's been.. I have to wear it! Aunt wait 5 minutes!" sandra's Word.

Anan and Dr. Sandra get out of the hospital building. Doctor Sandra propelled her vehicle as soon as they were in the car.

"Have you had breakfast?" ask Dr. Sandra in the middle of their trip.

"Udah aunty," Anan replied with a smile.

"This way, we go directly to the salon," said Dr. Sandra with a radiant face.

Doctor Sandra's car has been parked pretty in the courtyard of Sharina Beauty Salon & Spa building, where she used to do the treatment.

"Good morning, lady Sandra," greeted one of the women there kindly.

Dr. Sandra is a regular customer at the salon. The salon owner is his best friend. So, everyone who worked there knew Dr. Sandra well.

"Hi Sandra's.. It's old?" greet the owner of the salon named Eliza while gluing a glimpse of her right and left cheeks to the right and left cheeks of doctor Sandra.

"Just arrived" said Dr. Sandra.

"And.. This is?" eliza asked, glancing at Anan.

"So, this is my daughter. His name is Anan" exclaimed the doctor Sandra introduced.

"I am Anan" Anan said, extending his right hand.

Instead of returning Anan's hand, Eliza grabbed Anan's shoulder and kissed her right and left cheek.

"Call aunt Eliz, beautiful" said Eliza after removing her hands from Anan's shoulders.

"You don't joke about San. I know you only have one son" Eliza looked at Dr. Sandra.

"Yes-yes.. Anan is not my real daughter, but I already consider her like my own son," said doctor Sandra chuckling at the sahabanya.

"But if I notice, between Zidan and Anan, there seems to be a resemblance. Don't-don't be a mate anymore," Eliza said staring fixedly Anan then turned to doctor Sandra.

"You can do this El. Well, if you're a soul mate, I'm grateful, because I've loved my son-in-law for the past few months. Even if not a mate, I also love him because I have considered my own child," said doctor Sandra while hugging Anan from the side and gently rubbed her hair.

"Ep.. What treatment do you want today?

"It's not me, it's him" said Sandra's doctor, pointing at Anan.

"OK! If so come along I'm beautiful," Eliza said as she pulled Anan's hand slowly.

Eliza orders some of her work to help her provide the care Anan needs. Starting from facial treatments, hair to nail treatments of hands and feet.

"Where do you know Aunt Sandra?" eliza asked who had drenched Anan's hair with water to shampoo.

"Tante Sandra is the doctor who handled my mother in the hospital. From there I knew him" Anan replied.

"It's been a while?"

"About 4 months more," Anan replied.

"You're a lucky girl. Aunt Sandra is kind, gentle and not arrogant like other socialite mothers who are auntie," Eliza said calling her best friend.

"Tante Eliz was right, I'm really lucky to know Aunt Sandra. In the eyes of his patients, Aunt Sandra is a friendly figure and does not discriminate. I am so grateful to be close to him" Anan said.