Don't Call My Name
Very Serious
Chapter 43.
“Kakak know? Mama's almost crazy looking for you there. Ask the same people here and there, back and forth from the first floor to the top floor, not to mention the wara-wiri ask for help to the information until Mama a breath,” Vita's nagging at length to her first child once the woman gets home. His breathing was hunting, his heart was still beating fast and his feelings were still not out of his mind as he thought that his son had indeed disappeared.
“Mama won't let you out again this way, Ray!” kecamnya with sharper eyes make Ray lowered his head in disdain. Don't fight back, just make a sound, don't dare.
“Sstt, already!” Yudha stops his wife from getting angry, “to the room now. Later can talk again when it is calm.”
Vita looked at her husband, “Tell your son to understand.”
“Apaan, hell, Ma. Later if Mama continues to prohibit Sister out of the house, the condition of Sister so there is no improvement. Let his instincts work. Later if you feel this path is wrong, he will find his own way,” said Umar has a different opinion with his mother who is actually just afraid. He is too dear to Ray and does not want anything to happen to him because of his pain.
"Silence Umar! You didn't know Mama almost died from the hanging."
“What Umar says is true, Moy. Never mind, don't hold him. Poor thing. Let him know the outside world,” Yudha defended her second child.
“Ah, Papa is the same as them.” annoyed, Vita was breezed into the room. But still grumbling warned Umar, so that the boy did not teach his brother anything. Because only recently he knew, Ray's behavior became somewhat similar to him. Likes to flirt, flirt, and seduce if being punished.
“Awas, yes, Umar!” a warning was issued before Vita's room door was closed. Followed by her husband because they felt there was something they had to solve just the two of them.
“Who drove Brother home?” Umar asked Ray next to him.
“The name is Angel, very beautiful,” the answer is very honest. His innocence and innocence made Rayyan come back like a teenager again. Because he who is now is like a memory that returns empty.
Umar smiles his laughter, “Ciyaaa, meet a beautiful girl.”
“But really, that's not why I left. I was looking for Mama because I was tired of waiting for Mama too long.”
“So how can the girl take Brother home?”
“I'm asking for help with him.”
“Neither number?”
Ray shook his head, “He was fierce.”
“Whoaaa! Excited, it must be to conquer.”
“Do not, can not. Sins.”
"No papa, just don't hold it. Didn't my brother have his car?"
"Yes, the car is good. The color is red," Rayyan mentions the plate no and the type of model of the girl's car that drove her home to Umar. And with pleasure, of course the good boy also taught how to find and approach him, if Rayyan did feel interested.
Oh, my God .. He's the real temperature!
While in the room, the couple are still arguing about Ray deliberately leaving his own mother.
“If you want to belain not in front of them directly, dong, Mas. They should know the location of their mistake. If you act like that, it's the same as dropping me in front of the kids. And it can make them lose their trust.”
“Iya, I know. I'm sorry, but please! From now on don't treat Ray like a kid again. I agree with what Umar said just now because he has also been watching you all this time. Let Ray develop with all his mindset. Our job as parents is to direct. Not specify.”
Vita was seen opening her mouth to talk, but before that happened, Yudha first held her back, “For this time only, no more words but.”
The man shut the door. Letting his wife read his words.
Vita threw her body on the edge of the bed. He closed his eyes and let his tears flow. How she thought about the future fate of her first son. It is not like having a child who has to teach him various things. From null.
Tired for sure. But Vita has to keep going until Ray can find his happiness. So that he doesn't continue to feel guilty about her.
If only his son had never married Hamidah....
If only his son had not been in an accident.
But even in regret it will be of no use.
Everything has happened and time cannot return, let alone invite him to change the present.
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On the way back, Zara unceasingly thought of the man she had just brought home. I never thought much less thought Ray could be like that now. His busy life as an influencer and entrepreneur makes him not too concerned about the surrounding environment.
After all, what would Zara care about that man? After all, he's not who he is. Let alone thinking about it, even hearing the news about him felt reluctant.
After Ray was rumored to be married, there were no more news stories linking the two of them. By itself, Ray's existence, which at that time began to rise, slowly sank back. Shingles. As time goes by.
“What is this, Mam?” tanya Zara, “don't get angry, Mam. Later the tension rises again, loh.”
“This, Mami kok plant to dry gini not watered,” adunya leads to the old boy and father alternately. While his eyes glare sharply like he was about to pounce on his prey, “Ngapain aja him all this time. Eating blind? It's an expensive plant, loh.”
“Mam, patience, Mam. Udah, sorry only, if death means not his sustenance.”
Miranda glared at her son, “Sabar, patient, patient. You know what, don't you? The price of this Papuan black orchid? It's a hundred million in price. What if I die?”
“Lagian Mami, anyway, buy expensive plants. Buy a cheap widow, right, a lot.”
“Eat him, because it's expensive, so Mami hires a gardener. Uh, this is even the result.” Miranda looked at her beloved plants with regret, "I buy like this also made it sold again later if it was on big, Mang. Not just for fun."
“Sorry, Mom, Non. Maybe because the plants are many, so the orchid is passed by me. I'll flush it later, Mom. I try not to die the plant,” The Old Father just dared to talk while lowering his head, “lain times I will be more thorough.”
“No papa, Mang. Still alive also plant.” Zara smiled, then went inside carrying a bag of groceries while holding her Mama's arm so that the woman would come in. Invite him to talk and ask things that are not important in order to divert him from the cause of the anger that is seeping in his chest.
“That's what, Mam?” Zara asked what Miranda was holding. Later, Miranda replies that this is the package she received from the outside. And he also explained that because of that object, he saw the expensive plants were arid.
“Very much yes, a shipment that I have not posted.” Zara looked at the pile of packages that were in the living room. Yeah, a lot of it.
“Udah on DP yet?” this time Miranda had started to lower her tone.
“That's it, the problem is they're on DP. So I can't delay any longer. Could be angry with the owner. Entar, I have a negative influence, I am not responsible. It's hard to be like me, Mom. Just a breath may be wrong in their eyes.”
Miranda grabbed her son's body and kissed his head covered in hijab.
“Who records the money in and out?” miranda asked very curiously.
“Sammy. He's taking care of everything now. When should I shoot, he's also the one who schedulesin.”
“You gave him what percentage?”
“Twenty-five. Much, right?”
“Most five percent.” Miranda looks very sad.
“No papa, so he thought about moving to another boss.”
“This is you from anywhere, almost half a day, hmm?” the old woman massaged her daughter's shoulders.
“Eat the same Cici, keep shopping under buy pads,” replied Zara then looking around for her household assistant, “Devi where, Mam?”
“There's behind, why? What would you like to ask for?”
“Please open the package one by one. Let me later after I change clothes can directly review.”
“Ya, already. Because Mami is not busy anymore, let Mami who is open,” he said to make Zara feel very helped.
“Eh Mami hasn't told you about this yet, huh? There was another guest. Yes.. around umuran 35 years.”
“Ta’aruf again?” Zara guessed it which turned out to be true.
Miranda nodded, before then he gave a tip, “Sayang Mami just want to tell aja ... instead of Mami again tell you to spit marriage.
"But it would be nice for you to open your heart to accept one of them. It's for your own good, for the good of all of us."
Miranda's breath turned into tightness. His tone was getting stifled.
"Mommy is old. Mami's blood sugar is already high, Mami's tension is always high if checked. Mami's body is easily tired. Although Mami's ideals are still many, but Mami's physique is not strong anymore...
"Mami is afraid ... very afraid if Mami why-why, but you are still alone. At a minimum, you now have a candidate. Mommy is calmer if you have someone to take care of. Mami ...” had not had time for Miranda to finish her speech, the woman had been hunted by a flood of tears so that she was no longer able to continue.
It seemed, he was having a very serious fear. Justjust wonderful.
But the thing is, what kind of man should he accept now?
Wh who?
Which was?
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