Just Created For Me
THU*29

The curved lines on Juned's lips formed a sweet smile as Diego emerged from behind the door carrying a plastic bag filled with snacks and softdrinks ordered by his two best friends.

"My order where's Go?"juned asked while looking into a plastic bag that turned out there was no slurry of his order.

"Nothing, his brother didn't sell" Diego replied flatly.

"Why not sell ?" continued Juned who was still upset for failing to eat his favorite porridge.

"This is again the birth of the times" Diego answered ngasal.

"Crazy you, when grandparents have a bini want lahiran, which really lu Go if make alesan, not all are not sold because again the reunion with the angel of death"rutuk Juned upset.

Diego furrowed both his eyebrows" Well anyway, mene to tehe why that brother porridge is not selling, um I'm his neighbor".

Diego doesn't want to lose.

"Iisshh brisik aja hek you on"lerai Andra.

"You know, just eat what is there, fussy very" said Diego who was increasingly upset because of his efforts like there was no price.

Juned sneered in annoyance, the shadow of enjoying the warm ijo bean porridge was now gone.

Diego seemed indifferent, he took a cup of instant noodles and poured hot water from the dispencer and re-attached the cup cover paper so that the steam was maintained.

He saw the cell phone in his hand, then Andra took the keys to the car on the table and passed away from the apartment.

The two friends looked at each other with questions filling their heads.

What message did he get that made him so hasty.

Diego puts his shoulder out and starts eating noodles that are already perfectly fluffy.

Juned snatches his motor contact and leaves Diego alone.

"Lu on why the hell, rich jaelangkung aja, come not picked up, go home not invited" said Diego upset.

"Eh jaelangkung come not invited home??,"

Diego monologues himself while scratching his head without itching.

"What the sentence is right like that" said Diego with both eyebrows furrowed.

"Aasshh bodo time, want to be picked up cake, on jorogin cake, not my business"

Umpatnya upset because still disturbed by his own sentence.

Andra drove her black sedan towards the mansion.

The mommy's call for Andra to go home immediately makes Andra rush forward his car at high speed.

Somehow Andra felt unable to know the anxiety of the mommy if he was not in the mansion.

"What's mom?"ask Andra when she arrives at the mansion.

Maharani shows the map contains a file on Andra.

The file contains data on the income of all restaurants owned by him.

The number of rivals that are increasingly popping up makes some restaurants owned by Maharani shaken.

Even declining profits make operational costs can no longer rotate quickly.

Let alone get a lot of profits, to cover the production costs of the restaurant was already stumbling.

Some employees may even be forced to be libelous.

The busyness of Maharani who has to take care of several restaurants and boutiques while making it seem like keteter.

Especially at the age of no longer young, energy drained so did the brain that must continue to spin so that all business runs according to his prediction.

But sometimes reality is not as beautiful as what you dream of.

Andra was silent with a gaze still attached to the paper in her hand.

The feeling of regret now swirled his chest, the feeling of guilt in the woman who loved him so much.

What a Joyandra Sabastian is proud of.

A child who can only spend his mother's possessions without any sense of sin.

As tight as Andra's chest now, his eyes misty looking at the mother who was down with both hands covering her face.

How could he be so heartened to let the wrinkled woman always work to leave early in the morning and go home at night just to keep all the business in the stub running.

Efforts in the frenzy will be bequeathed to the son who does not know this return, the inner Andra cried out furiously.

His lips are mute, if he can turn the clock, Andra does not want to be the figure he is today, a useless child who even has the heart to let his mother slam her bones to fight alone in the midst of the harshness of the world.

Andra squeezed her head.

"Mom sleep, rest do not let mommy sick" said Andra Lirih.

Maharani raised his face, with a wry smile he nodded.

Andra grabbed that slender body, then swept it towards the room.

On the bedding of the body that now feels smaller in the grip of Andra's hand.

His chest was like a shredded, all this time he was so selfish that he did not realize that the mother's body was now getting thinner and withered.

On the bed slowly and then cover it with a soft blanket to cover his body.

Cup.

"Mommy rest" said Andra after peeping the mother's forehead gently, turn off the room lights and replace with a sleeping lamp.

Close the door slowly.

The file on Andra's desk takes her into the mommy's workspace.

It's time he ended his selfishness, if Juned succeeds with workshops and restaurants, and Diego who has now started to pioneer the business of joining workshops with Juned aka Zain, then now is the time to rise, it was time to see the Maharani's mom smile.

Happy mommy is the purpose of Andra's life, the woman who has given birth and given her immense affection and attention, even giving her whole world just for herself.

Rest mom, now is the time for your son to work, I will replace your sweat, and I will now make you proud to have the real me.

Whatever I would do to make you smile mom, Andra said softly.

He took some large maps from the closet near the Maharani desk.

Data, tables, even percentages in the book make his eyes now look yellow.

Several times he opened his eyes.

Aisshhh, why even the numbers on the run, Andra cursed annoyed.

With a slow movement, he incandescent his nose, hoping to eliminate fireflies that are still flying.

Then he shook his head a few times.

It turns out that the business world is not as easy as what you imagine, the brain is really difficult to work with.

Put the big map back in the closet.

Turn the neck to the right and to the left and then step into his room.

Efforts to stay nerusin ajangnya hard for mercy, let alone new in stubis, murmured Andra.

For some reason suddenly a piece of his memory loomed in the eye.

Zara started her own business from scratch without a father or mother, but now she has managed to become a famous model.

Andra pulled the corner of her lips.

Haisss why even her sweet face that appears, Andra again shook her head hoping that the shadow of the sweet girl disappeared from her brain.

But his efforts were in vain, because the harder he tried the clearer the shadow appeared in his head.