True Said Mamah

Chapter 47

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On the way, Sandra's doctor occasionally glanced at the cell phone Anan was holding. He knows exactly who it belongs to.

After returning from the airport yesterday, Zidan lent his cellphone, because Anan persistently refused to buy a new cellphone.

But unfortunately, just moved the sim card Anan, the phone was dead because it ran out of battery. And Anan just activated it this morning.

"Why is your phone?" ask Dr. Sandra.

"Battered, Mah. Now again fixed the mobile phone repairman."

"That's it, we go to the counter hp, huh?"

Just like Zidan, Sandra's doctor gets a rejection from Anan.

"But your phone is broken. After all, getting repaired also takes time," said Sandra soft doctor.

"No need, Mah. While I only use this phone first," Anan refused to smile while showing the phone he was holding.

"But it's a used one, honey. Cook is the Mamah girl wearing her second?"

"It's okay, Mah. It's only temporary."

"Yes, if that's what you want. Mama can't force it."

Then the two throw smiles at each other.

Arriving at their destination, Anan and doctor Sandra are greeted by Aunt Eliz. They are taking care as usual. Although Anan is a girl from the village and also simple, but her face does not look like that at all.

Having an oriental face and pure white skin, makes Anan like a simple city girl.

In the treatment, he heard two girls who also did the same treatment with him were busy talking about the company Wima Group which will celebrate the 30th anniversary party.

They were both employees who worked at the company.

"What about the dress I bought?" ask one of them to his friend who is sitting next to him.

"good. My dress?" askalanya.

"Udah is very fitting. Top anyway," said his friend while brandishing his thumb.

"Eh, listen to the event later, Mr. Arya will announce his engagement, you know."

"The cook."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Gee.. broken hearted day as a company dong."

"Yes. In fact, if I can be honest, I'm really in love with Mr. Arya."

"Your dreams are high. But, you know who is not the fiancee of Mr Arya?"

"It's not clear, anyway. Mr. Arya is rarely seen with girls."

"Yes, whoever she is, she must be from a well-respected, beautiful family, overseas graduates, and rich. High class is it."

"Yes that. Cook yes Pak Arya juxtaposed with the village girl who kere. It's impossible."

"Yes. If you have to get something like that anyway, mending choose me."

"Great thistles. Poor Mr. Arya if you can not be as level as he nor asked to be watered by the washing water of rice ha.ha.ha.ha.ha."

"And I'm sure. If Mr. Arya meets such a girl, Mr. Arya must not be serious. He's just a toy of Arya sir. Trust me."

Both employees laughed.

Anan listened to their chat. Making a strange feeling infiltrate the recesses of his heart. Honestly, Anan was heartbroken to hear their words. Suddenly he felt insecure.

"I am a village girl. I am not rich and proud either. Is it true that Mr. Arya was just playing me? But, Mr. Arya himself invited me. In front of the mother, Mr. Arya also conveyed his seriousness to be engaged to me. There's no way Mr. Arya is joking. I'm sure, Mr. Arya will definitely not play me even though I am a village girl who has nothing," Anan muttered reassuringly.

"Miss, miss!" call the salon employee who serves Anan.

"Eh-iya," said Anan realized from his daydream.

"It's over, Miss."

"Oh-yeah. Thank you." Thank you."

Anan got up from his seat. At the same time, Dr. Sandra came over.

"Udah?"

"Udah, Mah."

Anan and Sandra's doctor stepped towards the salon's main door. When passing by the two Wima Group employees, Anan and the two stared at each other for a few seconds. Then Anan continued his steps.

"You know that girl?" ask the long-haired employee to his friend.

"No. But. as you've seen. Where are ya?" other employees try to remember

"Ah. Yuk!"

Both employees went from there.

***

Evening has arrived. Wima Group's birthday celebration is about to begin. The room was decorated so beautifully. Everything fits the theme tonight. Do not miss the menu of dishes that are appetizing and music as a sweetener and complement to this event.

Parking area full of vehicles. The invited guests increasingly crowded the event venue which is all classified as middle to upper class. The company's top brass and some shareholders have also attended the following with their respective spouses.

In a separate place.

"You go alone. I'm going to pick up Anan first" Arya told Dimas.

"All right, I'm ahead. As soon as you arrive, don't make om and aunty, and the others wait a long time."

The Sandra Hospital.

"Well, Anan's sister is really pretty. Like the dimake-up by MUA," praised Atika as she giggled in admiration.

"You can do it, Tik."

"I'm serious, brother. I'm right, Auntie?" ask Atika to Mamah Yati.

"MasyaAllah, what Atika said is true, Nan. Princess Mamah is beautiful."

"Thank you, Mah" Anan said, smiling.

Anan is a girl who rarely dresses up. However, for the matter of polishing the face, Anan is classified as shrewd. Evidently, anyone who saw would surely be amazed. Moreover, Anan was basically already beautiful. Must be getting pretty.

After wearing all the complement to his appearance tonight, Anan approached his mamah and sat down before him.

Anan held the hand of Mamah Yati.

"Well, Anan asked for his blessing. Hope everything goes well."

"Amen. Your prayers and blessings are always with you, my dear. And may you always be happy."

Mamah Yati stroked Anan's cheek. The worry that has plagued the last few days, not yet gone. He always imagined the nightmares that peppered his sleep since a few days ago. He was really worried about his daughter. He was afraid that something bad would happen to him.

But he tried tawakkal. He realized he was just an ordinary man. Everyone has arranged.

"Why are you staring at Anan like that?" asked Anan who saw his mama's silent gaze.

Mamah Yati sighed and tried to calm down.

"No, Honey. It's okay."

Mamah Yati turned to the door and turned back to her daughter.

"What time did Arya pick you up?"

At the same time the door was knocked by someone.

"Let me, brother."

Atika moved from her seat to open the door.

After the door opened, Arya appeared from behind the door. Anan and Mamah Yati turned towards Arya. Anan is really fascinated by Arya's performance tonight.

With Tuxedo wrap and hair neatly arranged to the back. Unlike usual that are arranged to the side and even sometimes left random. But it does not reduce its good looks.

"MasyaAllah, how handsome my future husband is" Anan murmured inwardly. Anan really admired Arya tonight.

"Aztagfirullah, not yet mahrom," muttered Anan realized.

No different from Anan, Arya was amazed to see the appearance of Anan. There was a strange sigh swirling in his heart. Aryan's heart warms when Anan smiles to welcome her.

"Crazy, this girl is getting more beautiful. And why am I so happy to see that smile. Nah! I couldn't possibly like that smile. And as beautiful as she is, I will never fall in love with her. If that happens, I'll bend my knees before him and I'll be willing to be his love slave" Arya's inner self.

Arya just doesn't realize that she has put her heart on Anan. Or maybe, Arya has actually fallen in love with Anan.

Evidently, every Dimas, assistant and friend of Arya talked about Anan, Arya as if he did not accept Dimas knows more about Anan than he does. Especially if Dimas tells him from Anan's cake shop and meets with Anan. Jealousy gnaws at his heart and mind.

But how else. The ego has defeated Aryan logic and feelings.

"It turns out that Anan babang tamvan's older couple," Atika chirps incessantly staring at Arya.

"Are you ready?" ask Arya to Anan.

Anan nodded and got up from his seat.

"Well, Anan go first."

Anan's words were immediately refuted by Mamah Yati.

"No, Honey. Don't say 'go', but 'depart'."

Anan let out a light breath and smiled.

"Alright, Mah. Anan left first."

Anan grabbed the right hand of Mamah Yati and kissed her. Not to forget Anan also kissed his mother's forehead.

"Anan, . ," called Mamah Yati as Anan was about to turn around.

"Yes, Mah?"

"You want to hug you, honey."

Without waiting for long Anan immediately rushed to hug his mother. The mother and son hugged each other.

After a while.

"Have you?" asked Anan who was still holding his mama.

"Already," said mamah Yati loosened his embrace.

Mamah Yati turned to Arya.

"Tante's daughter's body is fine, yes" pinta mamah Yati to Arya.

"Auntie don't worry. I must have taken care of him."

Anan and Arya came out from the nursery of Mamah Yati.

Mamah Yati did not let go of her gaze until the door was closed again by Atika.

Although Arya has said that she will take care of Anan, but the concern of Mamah Yati is not reduced even a little. He was terrified and haunted by his own feelings.

Tbc...