Let Me Fall in Love
64. Surprising Card

Panji and Aul have gone home at seven in the morning because they still have to go to the office before going on leave together. Previously, Ami first went to school on a motorcycle. Today is the last school. Sekar's mother who drove the child and his daughter-in-law up to the terrace, turned the body to enter the house that returned empty. He will also go to the market to buy cake ingredients according to Ami's request. Initially it will not make a cake because Puput forbid it not to be tired. Will be brought from Jakarta.

"But ma'am, make nastar. I want my own homemade nastar. I will have to teach you the recipe. Usually I'm just a part of doing the rounds. Now I want from zero. Want 100 percent made by Ami."

Ibu Sekar smiled mesemily remembering the words of Ami at dawn earlier. He will obey the wishes of the youngest who from last month has started to have his own initiative to want to be able to cook. And now I want to make a cake. He said he did not want to lose to Tah Puput and Teh Aul.

Ting tong's.

"Bi Ela, please open the door. Who is it." Ibu Sekar is already comfortable sitting in the dining chair while noting the needs to be purchased.

Bi Ela spryly leaned first the broom of the injuk where he was sweeping the living room. Rushed towards the main door as soon as the second bell sounded. The door was opened.

"Mom, there's Neng Gina's guest." Report Bi Ela who returns to face Bu Sekar.

"Gina?! Where's gina, Bi?" Bu Sekar remembers a face called Gina. It seems there is no name Gina other than her son Pak Bagja. But they're just going home H-3. There's two more days.

"That's it, Mom. Mr. purnawirawan's son."

Bu Sekar was shocked and rushed up from his seat to prove the truth of Bi Ela's words.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother."

The guest who was right was Gina his son Pak Bagja stood up and smiled widely as soon as Bu Sekar came to the living room.

"God, Gina. When's coming?" Ask Bu Sekar after answering Gina's greeting. Reply giving hugs and cipika cipiki after the youngest son of Bagja sir kissed his hand.

"Yesterday abis magrib, ma'am. Should have been home by noon, but got jammed right out of the toll."

Bu Sekar invited Gina to sit together on a sofa. "Went home Papa or alone?"

"Both with Papa. I'm here to tell Papa to make souvenirs." Gina handed him one goodie bag and one large paper bag.

"Oh God, Gina. Why bother everything. Thank you so much, son." Bu Sekar received the gift by keeping it beside the table.

"Together, Mom. It was Papa who chose himself by himself, too, when we went for a walk in Berlin."

Bu Sekar nodded. "Hm, but Papa is healthy? You see, Gina's tumben's here alone."

"Thank God be healthy, ma'am. Papa's at home again manasin his old car collection. In fact, I was told Papa must take care immediately."

Bu Sekar looked at Gina's face which had no hint of coercion. It just sparkles happily.

Siang rese deh said he wanted to go home H-3. The surprise gini.

"Why are you going?" Gina noticed Bu Sekar's already neat appearance.

"Yes, go to the market. That Ami wants to make nastar so want to shop for the ingredients as well as buy others as well. But it's okay to relax Gina used to be here. Mommy can go fuck. It just can't be treated." Ibu Sekar chuckled.

"I'm going to the market, Mom. Can ya? I haven't known the mood of the market for a long time."

"Relatedly? The market is not as comfortable as the mall, Gina. Moreover, the fasting month likes a lot of visitors."

"Related, Mom. Papa once said that I went to the sheep market. So I'm used to it, ma'am.I was invited to blusukan."

Mom Sekar smiled. "But the permission was with Papa Gina. While waiting for the car again used Mang Kirman to the cafe first."

"The ride was in my car, Mom. Keep me from Papa."

Sekar's mother wants to prevent Gina from making video calls, but phone calls. Late, the video connection is quickly connected. The full-fledged face appears to be on the screen. Slowly he shifted his seat more tenuous so that his face was invisible.

"Papa, I want to come with you to the market. So it's late."

"Where's mom?"

Gina turned her head to the side accompanied by a knotty smile. Then shift the sit up tight so that two faces are framed on the screen.

Nervous. That's what Bu Sekar now feels when the eyes meet the eyes on the screen. Months never looked at each other because communication so far only through phone and chat.

"Hi, how's Ami's mother?" Mr. Bagja reviews the smile with a calm face.

"Alhamdulillah. He said he was going to H-3. I can't believe Gina came here."

Mr. Bagja chuckles. "Intentionally to surprise. At first, I wanted an H-3. Gina took a break faster. It was accelerated to his home. Already kangen hometown. Just can't wait to collect a promise that bukber ngajak."

Bu Sekar understood that the subtle innuendo was directed at him. "I talked to Ami first. Later it will be said that there is the youngest's permission."

"OKAY. Have fun for those who want to go to the market. Oh yes, later if Gina naughty gobbled up in the market, do not hesitate to pinch her arm. I won't be mad."

Bu Sekar responded with a chuckle.

"Look, um. That was what I did when I was a kid. Now it's not." Gina with sewot. "Udah yes. Me and Mom want to walk now." He waved his hand as the end of the connection.

***

Not today's day either again. News this afternoon from Zaky said it would fly from Singapore by plane tomorrow night. Then stop at Puput's house. It will be equally homecoming H-2 so as not to have to ride public transportation. With a private vehicle, although hit by traffic jams is certainly more comfortable.

"Mi, this morning there was Gina his son Pak Bagja here. It turned out to be yesterday afternoon. Gina came by herself to give her souvenirs from Germany." The new mother told me because Ami had just returned from a sharing activities with her school friend community.

"Not the same attention as my mother. It can do us all. They each named. Look at yourself in Mom's room."

"Masa? So curious to see." Ami rushed to scoop the rice after breaking with three dates.

"Gina came right after I went to the market. Gina was coming. More precisely Mother escorted Gina to the market to ride her car."

"Teh Gina's just not shopping?" Ami is interested in hearing the continuation of Mother's story.

"It's just nemenin. He said nostalgia, last ever come to the market is the same late mother when class 3 Junior High."

"Teh Gina thinks her son's mother is good?"

"Good, smart and polite. That is an important point that every individual must have. Free beautiful and smart but has no attitude."

"When is Mr Happy, okay?"

"Sama, okay. Stop Rahmi Ramadhania! When do we start eating if we keep talking?" Mother folded her hands on the table and looked at the youngest who had read would lead to a trick question.

"Hehe. Yes atuh to be continue after the magrib prayer, Mom. Let's eat."

After the magrib prayer, Ami went straight to Mom's room to see the German souvenirs. Sure enough, five ribbon-adorned gift boxes filled two bags of paler bag and goodie bag. It all has its name. He immediately opened his own with enthusiasm.

"Mi, Mr. Bagja and Gina are already well-given. We invite bukber to the house. Can you, Mi?" Mother noticed Ami who opened the ribbon knot carefully.

Ami looked up and looked over. "Why should you ask my permission? I'd like to follow you if you want to hang out."

"Because who will accompany guests is not only Mother, but Ami as well. If mom is welcome but Ami is not welcome it will not be comfortable. Don't let mommy be friendly but Ami pouted because she didn't like it." It was clearly the mother who made Ami mangosteen understand.

"Yes, Mom. I'm welcome. But not tomorrow. I want to make cakes all day. We made Mr. Happy too, Mom. When he gave the parcels we did not reply. The best attitude is reciprocating each other give gifts. Means do not nastar aja added especially yes? ah, the kastengel. I want time to study at the home of Mr. Happy, Gina Tea snacking kastengel continues to deh. That's his favorite."

Oops, this is the mouth. Why repet to be like Mama Mila.

Ami spontaneously cupped lips with widened eyes.

"Mother Seneng deh Ami had such thoughts. That means the day after tomorrow, baby? Let me confirm to Gina." Bu Sekar breathed a sigh of relief because Ami's attitude had changed unlike when SMP.

"Gasss, Mom." Ami continued to open the lid of the paused box.

"Oh, that's great. I like.I like." Ami stared at the sling bag of milk chocolate with a brand name German brand. Then try wearing it and circling around with a carefree expression.

"What mother's? Look at dong Bu!"

"Repo." Mother flinch sitting on the edge of the bed while folding her face to prepare for the tarawih to the mosque.

"Ish Mother.since when to play secrets. Where look!" Ami tickled Mother's waist who then laughed and gave up.

Mother took out the gift box from the dresser cabinet which was larger than the property of her children. Leave it to Ami.

"Wow, bags and perfume." Ami opened the lid of the perfume and smelled the scent of a woman's perfume that was very fragrant and looked classy. He then opened a large handbag, made of black leather. Curious to open the inside. It turns out there was a card. She saw her mother wearing a bergo hijab and looking relaxed. Does that mean you don't know there's a love letter in the bag?

"Mom, I've been unboxing up to the contents of the bag yet?"

"Yet. Just open the box to know what it is. What's in the bag?" Mother still glazed to polish the lips with a brush of red brick lip cream.

"Yes, Mom!" Ami stood up as if to rhyme.

"If aging is fighting, maybe I’ll enjoy it every moment as long as I can with you. Now Sari, will you marry me? Aahhhh co this twitttt anyway. Uhuuy."

Bu Sekar immediately turned around with a surprised expression. Taking a card the size of a KTP from Ami's hand that was shuffled while prancing and giggling. His mother who gets a romantic greeting, Ami who is possessed.

If aging is fighting, maybe I’ enjoy it every moment as long as I can with you. Now Sari, Will you marry me?

(If aging is scary, maybe I'll enjoy every moment as long as I can be with you. Sekar Sari, will you marry me?)

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I hold this heart and this pain

Suratan, I can't force it

God knows what's best for me

Calm down

Stiffen yourself even when it hurts

Walk as far as possible

Until one day we will meet

With a heart that doesn't hurt 🎶

Is the right lyrics for Andreas Chong Koko Andre's heartbroken eyebrows the third time on a hijab girl. Yuk...who hasn't read, stop by to "The Heart Thief" my new work at home F*z**. Ask Bestie who has read it. 🫠