HIGH SCHOOL RELATIONSHIP-SHIT!
Love - ship 104

Just coming home from a hangout, Arsya puts a motorcycle into the garage, but sees only one car inside. He had wondered in his heart, it was almost 1 hour but papa has not returned? Whither?

Arsya immediately entered, as she thought her mother was alone in the house. But judging from wherever Arsya knew the house was not contained.

A few seconds he was fixated, until he heard the sound of the roar of the car from outside, he came out.

Syahdu and Arga just got out of the car with clothes that did not look ordinary. Her mother charmed with a plain white dress, while Arga dressed in a black suit. They continued to walk hand in hand friendly, like newlyweds.

"Eh, are you home, baby?" Ask Syahdu to Arsya who is leaning on the door frame.

"New aja. Where's your mom from?"

"We're abis." Answer Arga, embrace the friendly Syahdu. Wanting to upset her son. And sure enough, his son was jealous.

Arsya. "Tomorrow Arsya's date, ma?"

"Heaey..." Arga Protest.

"Where would you like to go?"

"Hmmm..." Syahdu seemed to think.

"Can't! You have Ari. There's dating."

"God, papa. I want to have dinner with my mom. Tomorrow, how about, ma?"

"Can."

"Yes, ma. Arsya will set the place."

Syahdu shuffled Arsya's hair. "Duh, mama's boy. It's so big. Here.." Syahdu widened his arms, preparing to embrace Arsya.

The boy who grew up slightly bowed, receiving a hug from Syahdu who kept wiping his hair.

At the back, Arga only shook his head as Arsya mocked him.

Well, the two men are always fighting over the affection that Syahdu gives.

"Yes, talk to me for a second." Arga resigns his tie. He sat down after escorting Syahdu into the room.

Arsya, who had climbed the stairs, went back down and sat down near Arga.

"Papa's mad because I want to have dinner with mama?" Ask Arsya directly.

"Yes, not." How could he be angry when the child and mother relationship was very successful and created a cypress family like this. Unlike the little story with Alex who did not get along. Well, although there's also a little upset, because it'll be alone at home when the child and wife have fun tomorrow.

"Where are you the same Ari?"

The question just came out. Actually Arga just miss chatting casually with the only child. But he was too proud to say it frankly.

"good. Well, even if there's often a misunderstanding."

Arga. He was happy, because Arsya wanted to tell a story. "Then?"

"Then, what? What exactly is your papa asking?" Arsya Protest.

"Yes, how then? Problem solved? Ari does not suspect that you are now going out hanging out."

"No. He did, believe me." Arsya suddenly wanted to ask her papa something. "Pa, what age did you start falling in love with?"

Arga's eyebrows raised. Falling in love, yes. That was when he met Syahdu.

"Around 22 or 23, maybe. Why?"

Arsya was silent for a moment. He was not sure if this plan could be accepted by his parents.

"According to papa, having feelings of love at Arsya's age now, how?"

Arga who was originally leaning on the sofa, straightened her body. It seems that men need to understand each other. He does not want to judge, because after all, the feeling in his son's heart is the love that makes Arsya change a lot in looking at things.

"Papa ga ngerasain any time the age of papa dozen. Maybe because the environment and surroundings are less interesting. Until college, papa was the first to feel a truly extraordinary interest in mom. Well, come to think of it, papa must be happy if you meet mama sooner. 17 Years old, for example."

"What effort?"

"So that you feel happier faster. Trus married young, or maybe if that happens, now your age is Adit."

Hearing that, Arsya laughed.

"Why?" Ask Arga in wonder.

"If from the age of a dozen, which mama would. He's not, dating the same om... who is it? About Wicak?" Arsya recalled the name her father had once called.

Laughing so, Arga stared intently until Arsya's laughter stopped.

"Yes, deh. Arsya wants to go up first, want to call Ari. Nite, mom.."

Arsya climbed the stairs with a small laugh recalling her father's words earlier. Dark, because the papa is too pede. Though he himself once said, if he lost to the same man who once loved his mother very sincerely. Om Wick. Later, Arsya wants to dig up information about the man who managed to make his arrogant papa admitted defeat.

After changing clothes to be looser, Arsya opened the phone and sent a message to Ari, asking if she was still awake or asleep. But the message was answered with a videocall.

Arsya lay down while pointing the phone at her face.

'Night, Syaaaa..' Sapa opposite cheerfully. But the reply was a furrowed eyebrow.

'Did you come home hanging out? Fun, not yet. You see, you rarely collect that...'

Arsya was still with the same look, staring at the screen that was not after her expectations.

"Where's your face?" Ask the guy without answering Ari's question.

'Hehee. It's so ugly. My idols are red. You're here very dingiiiinnnn.'

"I care about you."

'Ih, that's it.'

"I want to see your face. Whereabouts? Just looking at that jidat doang?"

'This is first, deh. I'll see my face tomorrow. I'm so ugly. No pede.'

Arsya did not say much, she pointed the camera also towards her forehead.

"Don't protest. I just want Rasain that I'm feeling."

'HAHAHAHAA.' laughter across the street makes Arsya dongkol. Maybe Ari feels funny.

'Ya aampuun, nambek. Yes, instead, I went to Indo, how? Tomorrow afternoon I leave. Maybe morning..'

"Lohs. Seriously?" Arsya sat up straight and pointed the camera at her face.

'Yes...'

"Kok.. suddenly?"

'Not suddenly, though. I was going to say but you just closed the call. So, yauda I'm gonna tell you now.'

"Is it a real holiday?"

'Udah. Last tomorrow, so I'll get the final assignment, and then the day goes. This is me just finished packing.'

Arsya's smile expands. "Gue pick you up, yeah. What time is it?"

'It's not too late, no later than 8.'

Good thing the day after Sunday, Arsya's mind. He returned to retreat. "Finally, I can take you for a walk again. Not very patient. I'm waiting at the airport at dawn." Say while tilting the body and hold the phone near the pillow as a backrest so that the phone stands upright.

'Hehe. Ja. I miss the same mother.'

"Oh. Is that? Okay.." - Okay..."

'Haha. Well, that's how it sounds..'

That night, Arsya called Ari until she fell asleep. And from across, Ari noticed Arsya's face that had gone to dreamland. His lips were slightly open, making Ari chuckle and disconnect when he had to sleep, considering many things he wanted to do before returning to Indonesia to meet kangen with his lover, Arsya.

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Arsya opened the door for Syahdu, the mother who tonight became her date. Very graceful with a black dress, matching Arsya's black suit and shirt whose buttons he opened slightly visible chest.

"Please, queen's bed.."

Said so, Syahdu chuckled softly, then welcomed his son's hand out of the car.

Arsya stood upright, positioned her body right next to her, then loosened her hands so that Syahdu would wrap his arms there.

"Come, ma.."

With a loose smile, Syahdu wrapped his hand on Arsya's arm which was already more than her height. A beloved son who looks like him, but his behavior does not throw his father away.

Syahdu shifted seats after Arsya helped him sit down.

"Mommy ordered mama's favorite food, right?"

Syahdu nodded, then Arsya clapped her hand once, until a man arrived with a chef hoarsely entering by pushing a food trolley.

"Well?" Syahdu looked up to see who served their food.

"Ga, why are you here? How come..." Syahdu seemed confused why even Arga who provides food for them in the restaurant.

"Yesterday, Arsya asked what mom would eat for tonight. Mama said, the food you like. What Arsya knows is that the food you like is all papa's cooking."

Syahdu covered his mouth with his hands. Didn't expect, his son would be that smart. Syahdu always said that he did not have any favorite food. Everything he likes. So he said that so that Arsya did not bother to choose food. Whatever, as long as dinner goes well.

But what now? There was even Arga as the chef at the restaurant. Even Syahdu could not help his fluffy smile.

"Laughter why, anyway. You want to fight me, right? Because I was being bullied by your son."

Then Syahdu laughed softly, then grabbed Arga's cheek that was serving food at the table. He stroked the soft cheek of Arga.

"You are the best.."

Arga grabbed the hand that was on his cheek, then he kissed. "Anything for you, baby."

Arsya who should be the main role, even watched papa and his mother look at each other with a smile.

"This is, right, Arsya's show!" Protest the man.

"Yes, yeah. For tonight, papa won't protest." He said to Arsya, then turned to Shahdu and whispered. "Tonight, I'm waiting in our room.."

"Paaa.." Arsya protest who heard papa whisper to mama who even laughed embarrassedly.

Arga came out of the room by pushing the trolley after all the food he served perfectly on the table.

Syahdu is still smiling with the dish tonight. She like. Moreover, there was Arga who cooked for him.

"Make it, son. Mama's very happy.."

Arsya smiled, finally the dinner plan with the mother went very smoothly. Of course, this is also the role of his father who wants to loosen the schedule in order to cook for them. Of course with extraordinary persuasion, and Arsya's speech for the happiness of the mother is what makes Arga agree.

They had dinner while joking, telling stories about many things that make the night atmosphere very fun. Syahdu. He did not expect, this son of his could be this romantic. Although he does know, that Arsya always imitated his father since childhood.

"Ma.."

"Yes, baby.." Syahdu chews casually, waiting for the child to ask him something.

"Arsya can ask?"

"By, dong."

"Hm. It's about your mama's past."

Saying so, Syahdu was silent for a few seconds, then smiled again. "Why? What do you want your kids to ask you about your mom's past?"

"Hm.. Arsya was curious about a man named.. Tortoise.."

A name that had not been heard for a long time, he did not even mention it from his mouth. He finally heard it from his own son.

Syahdu put down the fork and spoon, then folded his hands on the table, with a smile he said. "Why did you tell me where Wicak came from?"

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How many chapters harini? My schedule is empty. But comments and likes that many used to be