Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 18

Nila and Fatan turned at the same time to the source of the voice. There was a woman standing near them.

"Mother .." said Fatan in his heart. His eyes did not look at the woman. But the man was silent, pecking at his place.

Nila glanced at Fatan and looked at the woman in front of him.

"Sorry what do you need? It's hours of coming home. Maybe there's something we can help you with?" tanya Nila was being polite.

"Let's say, this is my mother" said Fatan quickly admitted before the woman who had glanced sharply since then spoke up first. Fatan came closer to him.

So the woman decided*sah slowly and then turned her back towards Nila.

"Yes right. I'm here to see Fatan. Are you my son's secretary?" ask the woman with a smile to see a very fine line of wrinkles in each tail of her eyes.

"Oh yeah?" Tukas Nila could not believe that Fatan's mother could be in the office. "True Ma'am. Introduce me Nila Anastasya," replied Nila and extended her right hand.

"What a good name." The woman welcomed Nila's hand. "I'm Lalisa Adisuryo."

"It's nice to meet you" said Nila. Soon the two of them let go of each other's hands.

"It's nice to meet you too. Hm ... It is only fitting that since he was here, Fatan rarely called or answered my phone. His secretarial effort is very beautiful and kind," praised Lalisa while insinuating her son.

"Oh yes, Mother, how about talking at a restaurant? I'm hungry" suggested Fatan who had a premonition that Nila and the mother would have a very long conversation. Seeing the first time the two spoke, their chatter sounded peaceful.

"Yes if Mother is ayok. What about Nila herself?"

"I'm okay, Mom."

"Don't call Mom. Call aja Bunda let it be like Fatan," timpal Lalisa was happy with the presence of women like Nila to accompany his son's career while here.

"Oh, is that it?" Nila smiled faintly. Inadvertently his eyes looked towards Fatan and instead got a blink of an eye from his superior. He was shocked and looked back at Lalisa. "Good B-Mother."

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In a restaurant not far from the office, the three men had been sitting at one of the tables there. They also ordered food and drinks.

"Mother, by the way why did you come here? Dad alone dong at home," asked Fatan to the mother.

"Yes, but it's okay. Your father must have allowed Mother here," Lalisa replied casually.

"Wait, wait!" Fatan caught something strange with his mother's answer earlier. "Dad must be a permit. Means Mommy does not have permission first with dad if you want to come here?" ask Fatan again.

Lalisa smiled awkwardly, especially now that there was Nila who was joining them.

"Good Mother. I'm not here to say, if there's anything on the road how?" timpal Fatan was very worried. Moreover, his mother still looks young and also energetic despite his age of half a century.

"Yes, don't be atuh. Mother is worried. You are the only child Mother, deserted to know you moved here. After all your father would have put a son away from his own mother." Lalisa grumbled in annoyance.

"Yes at least tell me or don't call the office. If this is the story, maybe you can send me further and further," said Fatan restless.

The mother immediately fell silent. In his heart he confirmed what his son had just said.

Fatan immediately pulled out the phone from inside his suit pocket. Then contact the man who has been her role model all this time.

"Hello, Fatan ... Tumben's calling Dad. What's up?" the man said with a typical baritone voice across the phone.

Fatan activated his loudspeaker.

"Who? Your new boyfriend?" It seems that the man was just guessing.

"Workers where the hell Well, jeez .. "elak Fatan.

"Who is it?"

"Bune ... Da."

"Your mother?"

"My mother is only one. The rest of mom is with mom."

"You can answer that!"

At that moment, Nila wondered. His mind immediately branched. About Fatan and his family. It seems unusual, Nila thought so.

"Yeah!" greet Lalisa with her distinctive shrill voice.

"Mother why can not permission first if you want to go there? Though the new father will also be there in two days, after the work at the head office is completed."

"Sorry Dad. Mother bosen home alone. Nothing is cut. The time is yes Bunda is ledek-led by the maid," replied Lalisa.

Nila and Fatan exchanged looks. Moreover, the look in Nila's eyes was so curious.

"It's an abstract family. There's mom, mom's with mom. Did Fatan's father have more than one wife? Even if it is also appropriate, maybe their economy is very sufficient."

The couple finally spoke together on the phone without using the loudspeaker again. While Nila was just silent while playing her phone to check emails from clients and division people.

Shortly thereafter, Lalisa gave Fatan's phone to the owner.

"Nih mobile. Mother has already decided to stay in your apartment while waiting for father here."

Fatan took a long breath. "All right then."

"That's dong!" Lalisa patted Fatan's shoulder hard enough. After the drama, he turned to the woman sitting next to him.

"Oh yes Nila, where are you from?" lalisa asked with her warm attitude and no cynical gaze at all.

"From Jakarta, Mother. Where did Mother come from?" Nila asked back.

"Mother was born in Aceh. Growing up in Padang, uh met a soul mate in Jakarta. But, your parents are still there?"

"Still, Mother. There is also my sister who has not graduated from school. Means Mommy until now lives in Jakarta?"

"Yes. Where are you Jakarta? If we're at Pantai Indah Kapuk huh, Fatan?" Lalisa patted Fatan's shoulder which was just silent and replied with a nod of her head.

His ears listened to the two women across the age were busy talking. His eyes focused on the phone screen.

"Oh there it turns out. If I am not far from the office, Mother. But if you go home jammed can equal the distance from the office to the house of Mother like deh," replied Nila and then chuckled.

As they chatted, their order finally arrived. The waiter who delivered the food skillfully put one by one on the table.

"Now we eat first yes, later the conversation continued again. Okay?" fathan is very hungry. At first, the starving one was Nila. Why is he now?

The mother only shook her head, while Nila nodded slowly and began to eat her food.

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