DAD'S CHOICE OF MATE
Davin's jealous

Right, I'm in love

It didn't feel like I had been the daughter of my lecturer Mr. Arsyad for quite a year, but for this year she doesn't teach my class anymore. My relationship with him until now has not been known by anyone but me both. My parents never told me.

As time went on, I got closer to her, and I felt more comfortable. My annoyance with him has gone away on its own, perhaps all because of his attitude that taught me the meaning of a relationship.

My relationship with him is getting different, more and more, my love, which was originally only as big as a marble seed, has turned into coconut seeds whose contents will always add to the crisp taste of food as well as the love we have that will always taste good with the spice.

I feel that at this moment he is so promising me, what I want all he meets, but I do not accept it anymore because when I can be independent when he continues to fulfill my wishes. I wanted to fulfill my wish with myself, but he didn't want that. He will always be in all my life. He cares so much and cares about me more. I have told him not to overdo it, for something excessive is not good.

When he wanted to give me money or other items, I always refused him because it was not yet time for him to finance me, my parents still had responsibilities towards me, they had not been relieved of their responsibilities. Those who have more right to give me than he. But one day my irritation suddenly appeared. How not, he contacted papa and asked her permission to always meet my needs, I don't want that because he's just as s’t times have the right to do that to me.

I went back to tell him that for my needs it was the rights and obligations of both my parents. The money you will spend for my needs, just give the same people who are more entitled. I'm the same s’kali not entitled to all that. Your brother is more worthy than I am. I said as a sign of my rejection, but he will still do it because he has separated his salary for his sister_sister. He as a parent for his two younger siblings because since his youngest brother was born his mother died.

I don't know what else to reason. Some of the reasons I gave, but none of them he accepted. I finally received it, but the money was partly given to his sister without his knowledge and the rest I saved. Although I take a little to spend when I haven't got the shipment or my brother hasn't paid.

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The faster the earth rotates, the faster the passage of time will be. Another week I'm 21 years old. Mr. Arsyad is still waiting a month to reach his 28th birthday. My age and his age are very different, but his age and face are not suitable. His face was younger than his age.

There are only three days left for my 21st birthday. Mr. Arsyad took me out of the streets, and he asked me to wait at home because he wanted to pick me up. I asked my sister-in-law for permission because my brother Rifal is not home, I also asked her permission to take Ayla, because I was afraid to go both ways. My sister-in-law also gave me permission to go with Ayla, which is when my sister-in-law began to suspect my closeness to Mr. Arsyad.

After some time, the sound of a car horn sounded outside. Looks like Mr. Arsyad has come while I'm not ready. I heard her voice greeting, but I did not come out. Fortunately my sister-in-law was very kind and immediately went out to let Mr. Arsyad come in and tell me that I was while dressed. As they chatted, I texted Arsyad that I wanted to take Ayla and I asked her permission, she replied with Ok, she said she agreed that Ayla could come.

After I finished, I called Ayla to take her clothes off.

I quickly got out of my chair and greeted my sister-in-law as my parting.

Mr. Arsyad's car drove so casually, for how many times I walked, but this first time he picked me up at home, usually I only make an appointment at the Campus. My conversation was so smooth on the car, while Ayla was sleeping on my bench.

My conversation was still going on, suddenly Ayla woke up, maybe because we were too noisy. Ayla asked for water and I forgot to bring her water. I told her not to cry. Mr. Arsyad suddenly stopped his car in front of a small figure_to buy drinking water for Ayla. He equally s’kali did not feel objection to Ayla's fussiness because he knew how the little boy was and he had once felt when his youngest poke was still the same age Ayla

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Not feeling about thirty minutes on the way, we finally arrived at a very foreign place for me. I looked around the place so many statues _sculptures that decorated it. We all got off the top of the car. Ayla and I walked towards the statue_sculpture and told Arsyad to take my picture. After that I told another visitor to take a picture of the three of us and he was so envious of us, he expressed that we had married and Ayla was our child, but heard the praise from that person, he said, we just smiled and said we were still dating. I confirmed the man's words in my heart and it turned out that Mr. Arshad also said that in his heart. We were very happy then. Maybe everyone in that place thinks that we are husband and wife when new candidates. Hopefully, the assumption of everyone who sees us is reached.

After surrounding all the statues _sculptures, we left the place and looked for food. After we ate, we went back around the city until the afternoon. In the afternoon we went home.

Once at home, I went straight in while Mr. Arsyad was coming home. It seemed like no one was home at the time. I entered holding Ayla who was still sleeping and laid her body on my bed mattress.

I walked to the bathroom to get water suddenly_all of a sudden my phone rang the phone sign, I saw the phone from my mom. I told my mom that I wanted to pray first, but I called back.

After I prayed, I called my mother again I told her that today I ran out of the streets with Ayla and also Arsyad sir. Mama same s’kali did not give me a response to my closeness with Mr. Arsyad. Mama sounds ordinary_ mediocre different from papa who slang. I forbid mom to tell this to papa, because I'm ashamed.

About half an hour I talked to my mom on my cell phone, I felt my misses were so healed through her voice. But I was wondering why my mom didn't talk about my birthday. Though only three days left, and usually still a month he has remembered my brother, or maybe mama forgot, but it is not possible too. How could my mother forget me while she was born. My mind is getting messed up, I'm sad that my mom forgot my birthday.

I don't feel my tears dripping, but maybe my mom forgot about it. That can't be happening. I see photos of my past birthday that is celebrated by my mother and other families, this time mama does not celebrate.

No. gabe....No. mama couldn't have forgotten. I proved it after my birthday night. Mom called me or not.