Love Should Choose
Debates

"Bah, old mama - long so dizzy himself deh" said Mama Farada at night, after dinner. They were gathered in the living room while watching television. "Dizziness why mah?", Papa Farada stopped reading his book and looked at his wife. "This is.si adek", the Mama turned her face toward Farada's view. "Well, why me ma?", Farada spontaneously also stopped his activities that were so comfortable - a smile look at the phone, he was browsing instagram, no matter whose account. "Yes, at the end of the day, there's a guy coming home, your nyari".

"Kayak a missing person to use in search - search", replied Farada cuek. "You are, mama seriously talking about the deck, be kidding me!", admonished Mama while glaring. "Yes mamaa, maap..who is the beautiful mother's child", Farada then sat near the mother and pampered gelayut on the shoulder. "That's what her name was", the mother thought for a moment, "Aaa..Andrian, yes..Andrian's name, he's come, he's come three times. Mom just forgot to tell you".

"Ooh, who's kirain, justin if that's mah", Farada didn't want to know more about the guy, he inched back to where he was sitting. "Who is that deck?", this time the father spoke up. "Not who - who is the reward, once a campus, famous as a campus playboy" replied Farada flat while opening his phone again.

"But, mama saw the man is polite on deck, maybe it used to be so, now it's grown up time". Farada looked at his mother, "she was polite from the beginning, she looks polite when you say?", Farada paused his sentence, put his phone on the table, "it's the weapon to attract the girls, in a comfortable trus in stay deh".

"You used to like him?", his papa smeared his words. "Gaklaah, he even chased - chasing adek first, but adek no nanggepin, malesin!".

The papa is mangosteen, "trus, who do you like? any?".

"No reward?", but his eyes looked up, imagining someone. "Here, your face is not able to boong deck!", his mother did not believe, directly chimed in his talk. "What the hell mah, ah, why talk about men deh", Farada was ashamed to be discovered. "Yaa.your face is ordinary dong, do not need to blush so", his mother tried to poke her waist, Farada shuffled away. "Ehh..Who's the deck guy?", the mama's tease returns. "Ihh mama, it's already ah.nakat" replied Farada pura - pura angry, but still his face is increasingly changed from red to pink.

"But, you can not date loh deck, if you can directly marry, the age you already want to enter 24 years old!", said papa with a serious face.

"Don't want to marry papaaa, adek want to wake up career first, nyari money firstu", except by. (in his heart), ".ehhh yes", Farada remembered something, "Well, "Well, rent shophouse is why I am not on billih - billih anyway?", he said frowning, intent to want to switch the topic of conversation.

Farada in running his business rented a three-story shophouse in the number of cities, shophouses owned by his own papa. Farada insisted on renting it even though his parents said it was not necessary, because it would later belong to his own son.

"Oh yes, forgot papa?", the papa - pura forgot while patting his forehead, "where is it? two months, right?", the papa immediately raised his hand to Farada.

"Hehe..not enough reward, yesterday to continue to use", replied Farada mesem-mesem.

"Huuu...lagakmu this", his papa's hand moved as if he wanted to touch his ear. "Everything, will you already say, do not need to use rent - all rentals, it will also have you papa buyin".

"Yes, but the name of the inheritance is if the parents already do not exist, just adek have property rights, besides I do not greget his efforts pah, if loved - that love".

"Loh, that's not the legacy of papa, that's papa kasih for you deck, buyin for you".

"Udah - already, this same father son making a fuss about the legacy anyway, the conversation so widened where - where deh", the mother cut the debate of the fathers - the child.

"Anyway, if anyone comes again nyari you, adek aja who met deh home, mama males!", said the mother as she passed to the kitchen, "pa...want to make some sweet tea, right?".

"The start is little ma, ntar papa lama - long so diabetes let alone mama who made it".

"Well, what is it?" Herlina, mama Farada protests turned body. "Yes, the sweet thing is to double", Handoko, the grinning papa.

"Yes aampuuunn.has wanted to be a grandfather - grandfather is still struggling", replied the mother, with a red face.

"Yahaha...." Farada laughed amusedly, holding his stomach. "Ehh.You are his laugh, it's the deck mallem!", hardik Pak Handoko. Farada spontaneously closed his mouth, "Sorry, anyways papa strange - strange, remember the age of paaa.already old, still gombalin mama aja hihi".

"Tuh, you see right?, got a little dreadlocks, mama you quickly make the tea" said Mr. Handoko with a silly face. "Oh.these papa!", the mama glared.

Farada mesem - mesem, "fadak want to sleep first yes pah.mah, sleepy me, tomorrow morning want to shop again". said Farada without waiting for the approval of his two people He went to the room.

***

Restu Mapendra's.

Young, well-established man, 28 years old. Faced handsome, calm and cold impressed, has joined DomTrav, a foreign-owned company owned bamboo curtain country, China is already two years, with a position as General Manager.

He only lived alone with his mother, without ever knowing the face of the father. According to his mother's story, his father had died while he was still in the stomach, exactly two months before he was born.

Her mother struggled alone to support her, opening a beauty salon. With great difficulty, the mother managed to send him to a high level. The background of the bitter life, since the teenager Restu was determined to answer the hard work of the mother by studying diligently, to successfully get a scholarship from the government to continue his studies in the UK.

Yes, that's why until now, he was not married or had a lover. Not because no one glanced at him, his beautiful face, it was too easy actually to get it, but it was his desire that had not been. Until Iin Herini, the mother dizzy herself with the principle of this child. "Restu, this mother is old boy, really want to fondle grandchildren, when do you want to know your candidate to Mother?", one Sunday night, Iin asked. When young children are busy spending the night Sunday, at see his son even in front of the laptop, I don't know what he is doing.

Restu stopped his activities, he sneezed his temple tired. The debate with his mother was final - ultimately just about that - that's all. About when to get married. As if, his mother was the most unfortunate parent in the world because her son did not practice. "Yaa.gimana ma'am?, if the soul mate is as easy as finding an orange cat anyway, I've been married since then, but have not met a suitable one, I'm patient, later if the time, then, I must be married!".

Iin's mother snorted annoyed at her son's answer, "less patient how the hell bang?, you are not too choosy, there is no perfect human being if that's what you are looking for. Later you hunt old, do not kasian what with your child later?, when the new child of elementary school, ehh papa is old".

Restu scratching - scratching his head that does not itch, his feelings raged, on the one hand He justifies the words of his mother, but on the other hand until now he has not met the click.

"Or, Mother knows with her son mama salon subscription?, her son is beautiful, graduates of Australia anyway, how?", continued Iin Mother again without giving her son a chance to answer. "Douh, you don't need to know me, I can make my own!".

"When?, will you know me!".

"No need to be buu.", Restu got up from his seat and passed to his room to sleep.

"Yes.Mom knows!", his mother's tone rose by an octave.

"No!".

"Yes!".

-

Resume...