Her.. My soul mate
Chapter 2

>Ocha<<

"Why today why am I unlucky to mulu yaa hemmhhhh." I said in my heart.

"Starting from waking up late, there was a morning course, late admission to lecturer killer class, dicuekin girlfriend, uh plus the request mama ludicrous, which makes me want to tear this ugly dress. Aaarrgghh is getting sprained, soel..! The overall..! Keseeee...l!!!" I rambled myself in front of my makeup glass. Trying to vent my annoyance on this fucking Saturday.

Many times I sent messages via the wattsapp feature to my girlfriend but there was no reply at all. Only one tick is on my message screen. Somehow I feel lately Doni (my girlfriend) ignored my messages. Even if my message is answered only a very short message, never ask back. Like a one-way street that can't turn around.

Unrequited message, boro-boro reply, no activation. A call? Moreover, there I was lectured on and on the operator "Number you are heading to is busy. Been busy? Busy what the heck, long time ago the operator so frothy also talk many times busy. Instead of the operator saying "you're so stubborn, please just slam your hape" aaaaaaghh annoying!

I grunt in annoyance.

In the midst of my unrelenting chatter about my misfortune today, my mother came to surprise me. Exactly like jelangkung "coming uninvited home not delivered".

"Jeez, this is child one, really, thank you for your patience! Waiting for daritadi even fun bengong front glass, satan kambet what the hell is a child!" Mama grumbled and approached me. I just quietly received his treatment which then combed my long, jet-black curls. I resigned, when my mother executed my innocent face with various makeup polish. Until I was fascinated to look at the reflection of my face in front of the mirror, even though the makeup you put on my face was simple makeup and not too menoror.

"Well, my mom's son looks beautiful and graceful now. So change your appearance don't wear shirts, shirts, jeans continue, it's beautiful if you wear a dress like this". Mama said while touching my chin. I blushed, but I immediately hid the shy hue on my face as fast as lightning so that mama would not feel victorious over her words.

"I am beautiful from my son. So diapain is pretty." My congratulations to my mother who directly teased my mother with a small pinch on my cheek.

"Who used to dong his mama. Come on down, what time is it. Holy shit..! It's 7 o'clock, you mostly daydream."

I heard voices talking in the living room. It seems like papa is welcoming guests who come.

"Well the guest has come, mama in front first nemenin papa, you are ready yes, the lips do not be spoiled. A smile..!" mama said while moving my lips to smile with her finger and then went out of my room.

And this is where I sat beside my mother bowed in shame without a sound. I was just a loyal listener to my parents' conversations with future in-laws. Uh prospective in-laws? Not necessarily they are my future-in-law. I still hope this match is off.

"Oia jeng, kaya daritadi I did not see her son jeng, where yes" asked the curious mama. Right, I just realized that the conversation was dominated by the parents, without any movement of voice from the candidate.

"Oh yes sorry jeng, my son is a bit late coming, again there is a need with his friend for a while, he said later followed here, most immediately also my son came." said the mother in front of the mother.

My inner "friend what friend, do not-do not menggapel first go to his girlfriend's house before here. Huhhhh.. Male crocodile..!"

A few minutes later, the motor stopped in front of the house.

"It's rich my son has come" said the front mothers of the mother named Arni, after knowing his name a moment before introduced myself earlier.

Somehow I became groggy, my heart beat was chasing the carousel, pumping my adrenaline up so as to produce small sweat that was present on my hands.

"Assalamualaikum." a barito from the front door of the living room.

"Wa'alaikum salam" along with our answer in the living room.