Love Should Choose
Matchmaking

"Res..sit here near Mom for a minute". Restu's steps came to a halt, he turned his head towards his Mother. He just got home from the office, a little late because the office work is quite solid at the end of this.

"Here.", his mother again called to see her son still standing, the mother patted the sofa hinting for her son to sit down immediately.

Restu had a hunch of what his mother would talk about, not far from the circle again. "Yes ma'am, Restu wants to change clothes first how?, sticky feels my body".

"Sebentaaar..sini, I know later if you enter the room must have run out it immediately sleep, right?, here..., it's warm tea has made Mother". With a forced move, Restu approached his mother. "What's wrong mom?", then sipping warm tea made by her mother.

"Where, sip on your tea?" seduced the mother.

"It's good, but there's auntie mom, tell her to make it, I should be calm - just calm, relax - relax".

"Well, how do you say it with Mom, someday you miss Mom's tea, if you don't already exist".

"Well, I don't say it dong, the creeps I hear it, like I want to go far away" Restu grumbled to hear his mother's sentence. "The mother is still healthy, still looking young, beautiful again, the mother should be happy - happy at this age, do not bother to make me drink, that's what Restu means mom", Restu mijit - mijit soft shoulder of the Mother.

"You want to squirm Mom happy?", asked the mother later, "You want to squirm Mom happy, you get married!", said the mother leads to the topic of conversation.

That's right, that's the direction again...

"Yes how dong bu?, have not found a suitable one. When I meet, I'll get married".

"You are yes, do not be too choosy - choose why the hell?, how old are you already Res..? gini aja you accept the proposal of Mother yes, later I will know a woman, a good person, beautiful and independent again".

"Huh.?", Restu gawking. "Mom knows where the person is good?, sometimes the talk of others, not necessarily... The outside look can be fake bu".

"Mother has met, have been chatting with people directly really, the instinct of a mother rarely misses you know!".

"Huh.?", Restu again closed his mouth, for a moment scratching his head that does not itch.

"You're this.hah hoh hah aja. Later you try to meet first with the person, do not be too stiff, if you are not sreg in your heart, you are okay - what, how?".

"Yaa.., it's up to Mom to do it, Restu wants to take a shower first" said the child as he stood and passed from before his mother. The mother, Iin Herini smiled, finally wanted her to be known.

***

King.kringg.

The phone on the table rang loudly, Mother Herlina saw on the screen, Mother Gendis...

"Hello mbak, how are you?, are you busy?", the voice of Ms. Gendis, her alma mater friend first, the members of Persit who were also an arisan sounded excited that morning. "Hello Bu Gendis, well ma'am, what is it about the morning tumben calling?", said Herlina, she already knows the meaning of the wife whose husband was her husband's son, her husband's son, not far from a match.

"Gini mbak, I was yesterday with my brother mbak Iin has stopped by Farada's shop, my brother also has a chat, well it seems like mbakku it like, how if we continue aja, then, we betrothed Farada to my sister's son".

Herlina's mother laughed, "Oh huh?..kalo I actually up to Farada aja, but let's not be too obvious in mate, matein, what if you arrange a direct meeting between Farada and his son mbak Iin?".

"May also mbak, later I set the same mbak Iin deh yes, because my ponakan is workaholic bener", said Gendis' mother again.

"Yes, my son is also difficult if in the match-mates, so ask to meet directly, if they have an interest, then we marry, I mean", said Bu Herlina next.

And, the conversation continued until it was not felt for almost an hour.

Suddenly the bell from the fence rang...

"Oh yes, sorry Miss Gendis, it looks like there are guests coming, we will continue again yes".

"Yes mbak, well later we obrolin again", and the chatter of the morning was interrupted. Herlina's mother walked outside, apparently there was a courier not a guest who came.

Herlina's mother glanced at the transparent white envelope in her hand, seemingly invitation. Invitation to Farada.

While elsewhere...

Farada jumped from her seat, excited after reading the email notification on her phone. He was chosen from a hotel club to go to Japan!. Sapporo is the capital of Hokkaido. One of the favorite destination destinations that he dreamed of - since adolescence.

"Why sister?, seneng really?", Dian who was arranging orders in the box stared at the wonder of the boss's face. "I was chosen mbak?", replied Farada while showing him his phone. Dian was still staring in wonder, clueless, "chosen what?", she asked later but she inching too looked at Farada's phone screen and read it. Dian opens her mouth with her hands, "wuihh...funny, to Japan sister?, how come?". Farada opened his little bag and picked up something, "the tempo of the day I was on a whim at the gold shop, after buying this ring", he said as he looked at a silver ring on Dian, "well, look at it, I was chosen, and the invitation was sent home". Then Farada told me about the origin of buying a ring that was originally intended to help gold shop employees at that time.

"When did it go, brother?".

"But why brother?".

"Mama certainly can't let me go deh kayaknya, in person.undangannya for one person doang" he said.

"Try the permission first, if not say the same papa brother first, he said papa most close to the brother right?, how many days anyway?".

"Seven days, yes, but I doubt papa is also ngijinin if there is no nemanin".

Dian also came along - follow thinking, "try first aja brother, bismillah free!", said Dian encouraging. "But, the invitation plus the ticket has been sent home, easily - hopefully mama has not seen!", said Farada who then asked for DomTrav company lunch packages. "There are, oh yes..ka it seems a bit heavy kak, because now add two people from the company" Dian showed a plastic box of food, "Neither in Asep's friend aja nganterinnya?".

"No need, how can I be mah if this doang, which makes the manager already separated?", said Farada while looking - look at the contents of the plastic bag.

"Udah dong".

"Yes, I'm leaving now".

***

With small running steps, Farada hurriedly entered an elevator that was almost closed. This afternoon tumben did not rame thought. In the elevator were just two, a man talking on the phone. Farada did not pay much attention to the person, he opened his phone, again saw the incoming email this morning. His mind is still focused, how to ask permission from his mother.

"Why should it be so ma'am?", a soft, half-snouted voice, but it was still very clearly heard in Farada's ear, from the man half a meter behind him.

"You just met in the cafe xxx at three o'clock in the afternoon, do this once what mom said, if you don't want after that, it's up to you...".

The man hissed by keeping his mouth away from his ears.

Farada played his phone too, pretending to be busy, he did not care, his mind was also concentrating on a permit.

"Yes.iya, later at home just by the way, I want to work this ma'am, I'm out of the meeting", said the man as he glanced beside the elevator, and he looked at the elevator, He saw a woman who often went in and out of his office.

"Yes, it's also three days, mother is not a mate but knows you, anyway if you don't like, not anything, mama is not maksa, anyway, after all, a mother's choice rarely misses a loh bang!".

"Yes ma'am.at home later say yes", repeated the man repeated his sentence and turned off the phone.

"You can't handle my lunch, huh?", asked the man, breaking Farada's concentration.

Hah..?, my prince??

"Awas, lalar ijo ntar entered your mouth" said the man with a flat intonation, who turned out that Restu continued his sentence seeing Farada's mouth wide open, which then looked back.

"Father, I know who", Farada was ashamed, his cheeks were blushing, only this time he heard his voice talking directly to him. "I-iya sir, I did lunch father, same mbak Artika and another pack Bimo", he said stammered.

"Oh, Bimo now order food from you too?, tumben...", Restu's speech was interrupted, the elevator stopped and opened. Restu came out first followed Farada behind him.

"Here, which I have, I take!", he ordered Farada, and his hand extended backwards as he walked.

"No matter what sir, let me just bring it", elak Farada felt bad from behind.

"It's okay, all of you have Artika, she's still in the meeting room downstairs", Restu's firm voice can no longer be rejected Farada, the man stopped and asked for a food ration. The two of them walked slowly until they entered the office.

"Eno, this is a food ration for Bimo.", Restu paused his sentence waiting for an employee to approach, "nah, have Bimo you tipped aja same Retno this yes", restu said as he passed by and entered his room.

Stop Farada with a disappointed look, meaning I can not see you briefly dong sir?, yaelah... monolog Farada in heart, while handing Bimo food to Retno. But it's okay, there's progress, can hear his voice already me!

Farada passed from there...

***

"Sir, you are ready - yes, three more days, Saturday, three in the afternoon you meet someone at the cafe xxx yes, do not refuse, mama wants to know you as well as mama's friends!", Farada's indisputable remark was able to make him flabbergasted, even though the door of the new house in dikaya, it had not stepped in, it had not stepped in, mama's voice from the living room was like she was going to break the plan that she had arranged.

"Huh...?".

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