Let Me Fall in Love
94. Call Ami!

Saturday at six in the morning, Ami followed Mom and Papa in the morning sports down the country road. If his parents do jogging with a fast walk, Ami chose to run. However, his physical fitness must always be maintained because as a silat championship athlete. Even tomorrow there is a training schedule in Padepokan.

It feels less afdhol if it has not reported activities to Ayang. Ami stops running while waiting for Papa and Mother to be left behind. Cell phone removed from hoodie pocket. Three selfies are done with the background of parents who are also captured.

[Olga morning first let strong ngadepin plenary session 🤪]

The caption accompanying one of the nicest photos was already sent to Akbar. Ami put his phone back in his pocket. Continuing with muscle stretching while staring at the view of the towering mountain shawal and lush green trees.

Go home from exercising, take the time to stop by first to the sheriff. The merchant is already familiar with the family of Ibu Sekar. Even asking for news Puput who was also used to like snacks at the oncom serabi kiosk which still preserves the way of cooking with firewood.

"Teh Puput thankfully healthy, Bah. Living in Jakarta with husband. His son is two now." Ami squatted in front of the furnace because he wanted to make his own serabinya even though there were mature ones.

"Alhamdulillah, thank God Abah is listening. Neng Aul is also married. Then stay Cep Zaky with Neng Ami nih. Ah, looks like who wants to marry mah Neng Ami first huh?"

Hearing the words of Abah the serabi seller, immediately Ami looked at Mom and Papa who were sitting on a wooden bench, enjoying the warm serabi. "Mom how this amenkan do not say Abah," a ignorant grin rose decorating on his face.

Mom Sekar just smiled mesemically. "This is the boy from yesterday afternoon who talked directly to the topic of marriage. Sampe wants to sleep so the thought of who is the guest later," said his mind while chewing serabi and observe Ami who eagerly raised serabi mature results of his own work.

It's full enough. Especially when Ami takes her home. Mr. Bagja paid with a hundred thousand for a total of eight serabi eaten by three. And gave the change to Abah. Of course, it is received with gratitude and should be with the accompaniment of a prayer of blessing. Everything was walking towards the car that was stored in the village field. Go home.

"Relax and relax." Ami suggested by staring at her reflection in the mirror. Tense, yes. And he's building confidence. Because it must be able to answer straightforwardly if there are questions from Mother or Papa. The grid of possible questions was notified by Akbar at dawn during a video call. Without briefing the answer must be how. "Because the answer must be from your heart, Cutie. I'll hear your answer later." so he said.

It's eight o'clock. She just finished dressing up her hijab. Face makeup is not excessive. Simply apply sunscreen and cushion and polish the lips with lip serum so that the lips become fresh pink.

[Otewe, Cutie]

Huft. Ami breathed in from the nose, exhaling slowly from the mouth. Repeated three times. Akbar had already told me about dawn. Will arrive early. Always the full movement of his father's planning was unexpected by Ami. He had to wait in the room until someone called him down.

Ami squealed as the phone on her lap floundered. He was focusing on calculating the distance from the Seruni hotel to his home. Video call from Padma.

"Mi, how did Akbar come?"

"So. More otewe nih."

"Chi."

"Eh, Munaroh. Why giggle kayak kunti?"

"Hishihi. Ngaca dong ngaca! Marimar can be tense too. Your day will be forever, Santuy." Padma giggled so loosely.

Ami who was sitting on the edge of the bed, rushed towards the mirror. "Weliness is tense where is it? A feeling of B." He turned to look at Padma who filled the phone screen.

"But bo ong. Hihih." Padma pinches the tongue while raising the index finger as a 1-0 signal.

"Damn, Munaroh. It's another serious hour don't start joking!"

"It should be brought by Santuy as usual. Let Marimar not groggy if later said Mother."

"Yes anyway. Munaroh, then yes until come. At least 10 more minutes of sampe."

"Okay. What the hell didn't make bestie."

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Yellow Lamborghini car slowly pulled over on the shoulder of the road, in front of the house of the Mother Sekar. Straighten the position until it is perfectly parked without blocking the entrance gate into the house of the owner of the Dapoer Mother's restaurant. The car door opens up. A handsome man in a short-sleeved slimfit shirt in black blends chino pants in a mocha color, out of the supercar. It was Akbar Pahlavi Bachtiar.

His steps were steady, his carriage calm. Reflections on the confidence you have. Akbar shifted the unlocked gate. His left hand holds a paper bag as a guest hand. He stood in front of the door. Waiting for the door to open after pressing the bell once.

"Bi Ela, please open the door first!" Ibu Sekar was in serious discussion with Mr. Bagja at the dinner table, when he heard the bell ringing. Discussion about the menu that must be prepared to be served at a special event next Saturday. Over the lobby of her husband, the TNI AL retired friendship event, which is routinely held every year, is now held in Ciamis. And the Dapoer Mother's restaurant became the venue for the event.

Bi Ela rushed towards the living room to open the locked door. Not long ago, came to see Mother Sekar who was writing a note on the paper.

"Mom, there's Mas Akbar to see Mom."

"Mas Akbar's. Rama's cousin, isn't he?" Mom knitted her eyebrows trying to guess.

"Oh yes." Mother closed the book first. Let Bi Ela pass into the kitchen. "Kirain who wants to visit Ami," he said staring at Mr. Bagja who was sipping coffee. But he saw the current clock only showed at half-nine.

"Pa, yuk!"

"Next. Abisin is coffee."

Ibu Sekar regained his chair. Take a leisurely walk to the living room and put the mirror in a small mirror on the sideboard. Fixing hijab.

"Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am." Akbar stood up to welcome the arrival of the owner of the house.

Ibu Sekar replied his greetings with a friendly smile. Asked the news when the well-mannered young man was after kissing his hand.

"Alhamdulillah, healthy. Mom and Dad how are you? Oh yes, Mama send greetings to Mother." Akbar sat down at his place. Facing with Mother Sekar blocked the table.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother and Father are also healthy. Greetings back to Miss Mila yes, Mas Akbar."

Akbar nodded and smiled. "It's a little souvenir from Jakarta." He handed me a medium-sized paper bag. Keep it on the table.

"Duh, why bother bringing all the souvenirs. If again kunker to Lake, Mas Akbar do not hesitate to stop here. Don't have to take it." Ibu Sekar unobstructed to thank and move the paper bag to his chair.

"Akbar is not kunker, ma'am. Deliberately from Jakarta make a friendship here."

"Oh. Thank goodness for." Mom Sekar smiled as young as ever. The great family of Rama is well known as a kind and friendly family. Until Panji alone used to not hesitate to often play until rising to the status of being a daughter-in-law.

The conversation was interrupted because of the arrival of Mr. Bagja. Ibu Sekar gave the husband and Akbar a chance to greet each other. Until her husband sat down on the sofa with her.

Before long, Bi Ela came carrying a tray containing three cups of tea and a plate of legit layer cakes. Serving at the table.

"Who is Mas Akbar from Jakarta? Have you been to Enin's house yet?" Ibu Sekar continued the casual chat after Bi Ela passed by leaving the living room.

"Akbar is alone, Mom. The plan is to go to Enin's house after here. Meeting Mom and Dad is the main goal. Akbar has something to say to Mom and Dad."

"Well, what's up? How serious it looks." Ibu Sekar smiled as he turned towards Pak Bagja. Her husband was speechless. Focus on watching the guest.

Akbar smiled knot. "Serious but relaxing this, ma'am. That way....Akbar is looking for a wife. And there's a girl Akbar likes in this town. It has long been observed and assessed. Both of his personality and his family background. And Akbar feels fit. Today Akbar steadily wants to ask for his parents' blessing."

"God's Masya. Mas Akbar has a crush on the Ciamis girl too? So ask for help Mom and Dad to nganter, is that it? Who's the lucky girl?" Ibu Sekar seemed surprised and impatiently waiting for the continuation of the guest's speech. While Mr. Bagja remained calm.

"His name is Rahmi Ramadhania. Youngest girl Mom and Dad." Akbar observed the change in facial expressions of Ibu Sekar and Pak Bagja. Especially Mother Sekar who seemed to be stinged until straightened her back.

"Mas Akbar don't joke ah. Who or whose child?" Ibu Sekar smiled stiffly because between believing and not believing.

"Serious press, Mom. Akbar asked for the blessing to propose to Ami." Akbar said straightforwardly and calmly. Not that it's tense. But it can be broken in the heart.

"Ami said yesterday that there will be guests who will meet us at nine today. Is that guest you?!" Just this time Mr. Bagja voiced out with the resolute aura of a general.

Akbar nodded strongly. "Yes, sir." He could feel the aura of intimidation from the sharp look of his father, Ami said. Aura that wants to mentally break. But he is undaunted. Intention and purpose is good.

"Mother, try calling her Ami first!" Mr. Bagja patted the wife who was still gasping on the shoulder.

"Bie...Ela Bi." Sekar's mother waved a hand seeing Bi Ela sweeping through the living room. He who had woken up from his seat, left the living room.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Call Ami above. Get him here now!" Ibu Sekar stared at Bi Ela's departure with restless and agitated eyes.

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