IMPLANTED APPLICATION [EXTREME PROPOSE]
[1] Dirga and Fill His Heart!

Sunlight has not touched the earth, it is too early to just wake up, but a Mulia Radjasa Aerospace actually has been awake in his position. A place that is also considered a temporary stopover, a large station in one of the cities.

Glancing at his watch at a glance, time showed at three in the morning. Less than ten minutes since he finished his shift today. The man still did not move from his place, looking at the silence in the dark.

“Not turned, Dir?” Ask someone to approach him in silence.

Dirga glanced at Firdaus who was standing within two meters of him.

"Not yet, you go first." Short response.

“Lo can't wait for someone at three this morning, ‘kan?” Ask Firdaus rhetorically.

“No, just haven't peed rush back.” Answer Dirga cuek.

“Dih, chicken bottom! Yes already, I am first!”

After feeling ignored, the man in the black hat gave his greetings and passed from before his coworker.

The two are indeed close, so when Dirga seemed to ignore it, Firdaus did not try to take heart. Maybe he has a problem, he thought.

That's how he is at the moment. Of the millions of people in the world, Dirga is one of the many people who are sometimes tired of life. Life is indeed to live and be absorbed positively, not just to complain. Even though this time the circumstances and situation really cannot be said well.

Increasing age, does not necessarily add to the patience of the soul. Not to mention the funny thing that started in.

Either or only Dirga is too excessive, but among all the things that fill his mind, there is one that greatly affects the condition of his heart as well.

Called mama syndrome ask daughter-in-law.

Its characteristics are seen when the age has passed the number of twenty-five and savings as much as two digits more.

According to some people he met, this is indeed disturbing, although it can still be balanced with an independent and stable financial attitude. Except for one thing that is not necessarily the same as other people, Dirga only has Mama in his life.

Almost a few months ago, Mama often cornered herself with terrible terror about marriage. Who is not nervous if there will always be a message at seven in the morning, starting with a text form more or less like; ‘Assalamualaikum prospective father?’ then there will be the next message on another day that is continuous, ‘how are the prospective family heads?’.

Finally he could only shudder in horror, saying inwardly while chanting the best prayer so that all openers of the same type in each message stopped. At least one serious day! One day Dirga will be so grateful!

Mama really aggressively warned him to quickly bring the candidate in front of him. Even other threats come, if you do not want to be brought to the village to be married to the village flowers, then continue the Mama palm oil business there. Of course, anyone will not refuse the village flowers especially the face is really no doubt almost one village.

The problem is, why the trouble to pursue the ideals as a machinist, if he only ends up playing in front of the expanse of rice fields, while waiting for the evening to arrive? Monitor the garden and workers, continue so until it ends before the creator when the death has arrived. Dirga shuddered to think about it - not to demean a profession. Being a farmer is not wrong, but it is not his dream to end up like that.

It has been three years-walking four years-later he holds the status of machinist at PT.KAI Commuter Indonesia.

Continuing to the machinist school, that's the goal that was achieved. Although not easy, Dirga was quite satisfied with the results. Moreover, he can have a lot of experience interacting with others that are much broader, both from the internal office or the passengers.

He's proud, but Mama's still not quite on his goals this time.

Mama has always been alone since she decided to part with Papa. Somehow the middle-aged man who almost Dirga forgot his name was. Many things happened before, so anyone who saw him face to face with the Papa would know if among them is not okay. Because not strong to bear the pain, Dirga so had to forget an important figure in his family. For years with a smile of falsehood when he heard someone ask about the man. He doesn't need that person anymore, just with a smile every time Mama welcomes him home he is very happy.

Mama is the only person she can be proud of and make happy all this time, but is it wrong if she really can not give a loyal talking friend to Mama?

He was twenty-six years old, had a thick wallet, and was certainly still quite young!

Before Dirga, Mama had almost felt happy when she saw her son with others in her arms - when those memories came to her mind, she could only cry. The story ended badly.

Her sister who is gone for good, one day before her second wedding day - she and her future husband. Dirga was a kid back then, junior high school if not wrong. Since then Dirga and Mama became the two people left at home, after one by one knitting the stories-love made people home, slowly disappeared.

You need to make Mama happy. But his ego is also indiscriminate. He was too rigid with his decision. Seek, or determine the wishes of Mama by her own choice.

"Glorious! You're not going home?" Someone shouted from a close distance. Novia pulled her suitcase with big strides. The tall girl approached him with a bright smile. Her head was wrapped in a neat hijab that sometimes made Dirga horrified himself - because of the many safety pins there.

Novia's name, beautiful, smart and so beautiful but dear, it's taken.

"Not yet, Vi." Dirga replied not looking at Novia beside him.

The view of each falls on the train tracks are increasingly blackened eroded time.

"Lo's waiting for what the hell, Mul? Don't tell me?" Ejek Novia while patting her shoulder slowly. It's crazy Novia to talk about it. Dirga is indeed the standard of his nature, although a little more when it comes to feelings - he's a 'baper' man'.

"Did, confident right! I've taken it too you're the same captain Muh." Elak Dirga, added a joke that was met with ridicule laughter from Novia.

Dirga is not never a love story, Dirga is just an ordinary man and an ordinary man who remains straight in nature; likes, loves women, that is the nature of men and of course absolute.

He once loved Novia as much as men do to women. He knew Novia was a slightly unapproachable person in a more personal context. But trying is never wrong, until the time comes he is determined to declare his love for Novia.

There was no intention whatsoever of his intention at that time, whether dating or proposing, which clearly Dirga only intended to state it. He utters a word of like to Novia which then ends in a subtle rejection by reason of taken. Yes, Novia has been proposed by one of the captains of a state-owned commercial airline. They married two months later.

An event that almost passed a year

length of time.

Honestly, Dirga is not the type who really quickly likes someone. Since the school days, he only likes or is more amazed at some women, because he thinks these women are really a reflection of kartini women.

Self-reliant, great and intelligent in one word catch. So that excitement became the foundation of the ideal-type of the Spirit until now.

Kartini Woman.

He likes that kind of woman. So far no one has matched him, not before Novia's presence. She was the first girl to win her heart secretly. But how, quickly humans act not as fast as deer run. Thinking is not as fast as counting with fingers. The most important thing is to come from all sides.

Until it matures it finally overcook, because of the rejection due to late help the girl, which then ends in a high-level baper case until one day sick. The initial overreaction can lead to a high level of fear.

Dirga shuddered to think of himself at that moment. Thankfully, Novia did not know.

The atmosphere changed a little crowded because the shifters - the replacement teams of working-hours - came in to replace the previous schedule. There are juniors who are still trainees, there are superiors, there are higher officials until the stage who come to greet past them with greetings like a national security unit.

Respect the hand on the eyebrow.

Both of them gradually dissolved into the official atmosphere like now. Forget the ridicule that re-exposes old wounds with the theme of love clapping one hand. Too melancholy that Firdaus sometimes think Dirga is a queen drama, aka a man full of sadness as in the drama.

"It's me first, Dir." Pamit Novia when she saw the surrounding conditions gradually crowded. All who came in replacing the shifts one by one gathered in the room for a briefing. Novia retreats from before Dirga, leaving solitude and bitterness to the single life which when in lament, the level to the vessel begins to rise.

Mama, please don't terrorize me with my daughter-in-law, while my love is still erratic, she screamed in her heart.