WHY LOVE

S2 - Unexpected Greeting (2)

Malik took his mother to the living room. He took a deep breath trying to dampen his frustration and anger.

"Why the hell?" Mama Indah frowned as Malik led her from the living room. He tidied his brown hair that dangled into his forehead.

"Malik should have asked that. Why did you ask Rahma like an interview for someone to apply for a job?" Malik tried to suppress his tone so that his annoyance was not seen.

"Mama doesn't like Rahma?" Malik narrowed his eyes because his mother was silent.

"Is there any other option you would like to introduce to your mom?" Mama Lovely looked at her son calmly.

"What happened to Rahma?"

Rahma

The housekeeper came with a tray of drinks. Friendly, welcome to drink. He nodded his head with a faint smile.

"Sorry, can I go to the bathroom?"

"By, neng. Let me show you the direction. I'm sorry I couldn't get between because I was cooking."

He followed the path indicated by the ART. Go into the middle room through the room divider cabinet, then turn right into the corner.

His steps came to a halt behind a tall closet that blocked the living room and dining room when he accidentally heard his name called. He heard Malik speaking.

"What happened to Rahma?"

"Aren't you excited to meet Malik's future wife?"

"Mom think your boyfriend is a modern woman."

"It turns out his appearance is so and his education is not as level as you."

"You're a wide association, Malik. He can be your companion."

He felt his heart sting. Mama Beautiful's voice was so clearly heard in her ears, humbling her. He wanted to pass, but his two legs seemed to be tightly stepping on the floor, could not be stepped on.

"Rahma was born in the modern era, Ma. She's a beautiful, rare end-time woman in this modern age."

"Ma, she's a good girl. He turned Malik into a better person. I need a companion to life like him."

"Mama doesn't like the way she looks. Replace the other one or Mama's looking for it!"

The atmosphere in the room was getting hotter. The voice of beautiful mama is getting higher and stern.

"No, Ma. Whether or not Malik will marry Rahma. Mama was also married to Om Theo without asking Malik's permission."

"The situation is different, Malik!!"

"Yes, Ma. Very-very different. Mama married him with a different religion. While Malik will marry Rahma who is clearly in line. Mama don't be selfish."

"JOHAN AL MALIK!"

Plaques

His body was pinched as soon as he heard the angry tone of mama Indah calling out Malik's full name. And what's that noise? He seemed to hear a slap.

Go awayl.

Yes, he decided it was better to leave. He felt his presence even made a debate between the mother and the child. He turned back to the living room to pick up his bag stored in the chair.

****

Malik and Mama Indah are still standing in a tense condition. Malik seemed to rub his cheeks after getting a slap from the mother.

"I'm sorry Mama, Malik." Mama Indah glazed with eyes full of regret. He approached to hold the child's face. But Malik twitched by rewinding his body.

"Malik was hoping this meeting would re-establish our relationship, Ma. Warm relationship of mother and child." Malik looked at him with nanar and low intonation of voice without spirit. However, he still respects his mother as a parent. He refrained from raising his voice over the beat of mama Indah earlier.

"But Mama made the distance even more gaping."

"Even Malik has forgotten what it feels like to touch the soft hand of Mama."

"Maybe this slap that Malik will remember," he concluded as he passed leaving Mama Indahnyang trying to hold back from hearing his explanation.

"Rahma-" Malik called when he saw that Rahma was not in the living room. He ran outside, looking around the terrace and garden but what he was looking for was invisible.

"Bi, see Rahma?" Malik approached Bi Roro to the kitchen that looked like he was washing a used cooking pot.

Bi Roro dried his hands after washing. "That's the guest, huh Mas?" ask to convince.

"Yes, bi."

"So ask permission to go to the bathroom, Mas. I just show you the way, don't drive him because frying fish is afraid of being charred."

Malik rubbed his face violently. She thought Rahma had heard her conversation with her mother.

"Come on Rahma, please pick up!" Malik muttered to himself. Three times the call was connected but not raised. Until it finally turned out of range.

Malik growled out a sense of annoyance and anger. Today's event is beyond his efficiency. The welcome of the mother who is expected to be good and support him is quite the opposite.

"Malik, wait!"

Malik stopped his steps that had reached the exit door, as soon as he heard the voice of his mother calling him. He turned around without making a sound, just looking at his mother, waiting for what he would say.

"She's not the right girl for you. The proof, he just left."

"Leave him, son!" Mama Indah softened her voice, trying to influence Malik to comply.

"Don't be blinded by love."

"Your money can be glorified by that woman."

Malik rounded his eyes. Didn't expect her mother to say that. It reaches the head-scalp and is prominent in the heart.

"Mama was very wrong to judge Rahma," said Malik flatly. He did not accept the girl who had filled his heart that got a bad image in the eyes of the mother.

"Rahma is not like Mama who wants to marry a rich man because she has assets everywhere."

Malik walked two steps closer to his mother. "Until mama willing to pawn the act for the sake of living bathed in money," he said slowly. "So it's clear who here matre?!"

Malik turned around and half ran away leaving his mother without a wart.

"Malik-"

"Malik, don't go!"

Free. The call of mama Indah was not touched by Malik who pitched his car away from the yard.

"What's up, ma?" Om Theo approached mama Indah with an anxious look.

"Malik goes again-" Mama Indah said hoarsely.

"This is all because of the woman" he continued with teary eyes. Because the hope of gathering with the child alone the puppet was lost.

"Mama shouldn't be so hard on Malik. Give him the freedom to make his choice." Om Theo rubbed his wife's shoulder slowly.

"No, Pah. That woman is not as tall as us. Mama wants to have a ghost like her son Ceo. Mama's met when we were at the company's anniversary."

"His name is Angel, Pah. She's beautiful and smart. Her body is nice, her appearance is always fashionable." Mama Indah's face turned sparkling when describing her dream daughter-in-law according to her criteria.

Om Theo just shrugged his shoulders. He can't go too far. Because Malik is a stepson and his relationship is not close either. Even at the beginning of his marriage, Malik blatantly disliked him.

****

Malik entered the Citarasa cake shop in a hurry. His appearance looked tangled with a face filled with anxiety. He approached Suci who was focused on looking at the laptop screen.

"Holy, has Rahma gone home?" he said with agitated eyes.

Suci watched Malik for a moment, then closed his laptop and told the disheveled-looking man to sit down.

"Rahma's in her room, Bang."

Malik breathed a sigh of relief hearing it.

"What's the matter, Bang Malik? Why did Rahma come home alone crying?" Suci squinted his eyes at Malik who was now exhaling a rough breath.

"I'm sorry, Saints. I had no intention of hurting Rahma. It's all because of Mama."

"I want to meet Rahma. Can I go upstairs?" Malik looked up at the stairs hoping to see the girl.

The saint shook his head. Although he was actually still curious to know the details, but Saints chose to hold back.

"Let Rahma calm down."

"Don't worry, Bang. Rahma is not going anywhere. He said he didn't want to meet Bang Malik."

Malik closed his eyes. Suddenly his head felt dizzy and throbbing. Sacred is right, he must give time so that Rahma can calm down. He turned back to the stairs, hoping that Rahma would come down. Waiting for 15 minutes, nothing.

With slow steps, Malik left the store. He promised to come again tomorrow.

Salma approached Suci who was still staring at the entrance of the shop. A look with a look of pity accompanied Malik's departure.

"So when we left we teased Rahma with happy. Uh, even go home sad." Apparently Salma heard all the talk of Malik and Suci from behind the pantry.

"Could Malik's parents not like Rahma?" duganya while furrowing brows looked at Sacred.

"It could be, Tea. We wait for Rahma to tell you later."