Maura Search
Debate in the Morning

Mira sighed as soon as she entered her unit. The wall clock was six and thirty-five minutes long and the sun was already emitting its rays, but Maura was still coolly wrapped around the blanket.

He also frowned when he saw a pair of pillows and blankets that had been folded neatly were right under the girl's bed. Rather than being constantly curious, Mira immediately woke up her friend to ask for an explanation.

"Sir, wake up in the afternoon" said Mira slowly.

He repeated his call several times but still there was not the slightest movement from Maura.

"Mom, wake up." Mira shook her best friend's body a little hard.

Instead of opening her eyes, the woman turned to move position by closing her blanket.

''Oh, my God, Ma'am Maura."

Mira could only shake her head looking at Maura who was sleeping like a dead person. A second later, a mischievous idea flashed through his brain.

"Mom, wake! It was eight o'clock" cried Mira right in the girl's ear.

"AH, DIE ME! I HAVE AN OPERATION SCHEDULE AT HALF-NINE." Maura immediately got out of place, tied up her original hair, then ran away in the mist towards the bathroom.

Mira who saw that could not help but laugh, even to the point of having to shrink a tear at the end of her eye.

"You know me, Mir?" maura asked, looking at the girl.

"Sorry, Ma'am. After that, built up many times do not wake up. Yes, I do it," replied Mira after successfully mastering her.

"Haish, bummer." Maura turned towards the refrigerator, then gulped down the cold water that was still available.

"Whose blanket does he have?"

''My mountain is.''

"Yes know it's got, Ma'am. But who wears it?" asked Mira with anxiety.

''It's me, Mir. Who else.''

"Not that but the one at the bottom."

Maura immediately turned her attention to the bed. He just realized that Emran had accompanied him last night.

"My mountain, Mir." He tried his hardest not to get nervous. "Night, I couldn't sleep so I arranged two places. Maybe I can fall asleep at one of them."

"The reason is cliche, Maura," his inner self.

Mira squeaked sharply dissatisfied at the girl's reply.

"Oh, yeah. Then, who's this? It's impossible, it's got, Ma'am. This is expensive, from the model of the owner of a man." Mira showed me a fancy watch she found not far from the place.

"Geez, why are you so careless, Em?" rutuk Maura in heart.

Maura sighed. If this was the case, he could not dodge anymore.

"All right, I'll be honest."

"Every night, there is indeed someone accompanying me here," Maura replied with a bow of her head.

"Who?"

"Emrani." Maura's voice sounded very soft.

"What?!"

Maura closed her eyes, ready to accept the woman's rampage.

"Are you seriously?"

Maura nodded.

"I was shocked myself, he suddenly came with food, eating together. Because I know I'm alone here, he insists on wanting me, even though I have forced him to go home but he still insists," said Maura.

"I swear by what? Emran Khan, the supreme leader and son of the hospital owner, was staying in a narrow place like this. And sleeping under a thin carpet with a cheap blanket. To keep you company, Mother." Mira looked in amazement with admiration. There was a small sound from his lips.

"Fix, sure a thousand percent he likes the same mbak," said Mira louder than before.

"Ngaco you."

"Eh, it's really, Ma'am."

"Udah ah, I want to get ready for work. I'm not cooking later, I'm not, yeah."

Maura chose to leave before her friend was getting upset.

...----------------...

"Can't be allowed this," muttered Divia while looking at the photos and some videos brought by her man.

"Investigate the girl's origins, I want immediate results."

"Good, Mistress. It just so happens that he also works at your family's hospital" the man in the hat said politely.

"Good, I want as much detailed information as possible about the girl. As small as possible, do not miss. Understand?!"

"Ready, Mistress. Excuse me." The masked man bowed respectfully before resigning.

"This can't be allowed. If she was a good girl, she wouldn't have made a man who wasn't anyone enter her residence just like that. Especially this morning side. My son is a good boy, he never messes around. Before, he was never like that. I have to investigate it to the fullest. Don't let my son fall into the wrong woman's hands."

''Excuse me, Madam." The voice of a servant broke the middle-aged woman's daydream.

Divia only glanced at a glance without saying a word.

"You're called sir for breakfast together, everyone's gathered."

"Is Emran there too?".

"Some, Madam. All complete stay waiting for you."

"All right, I'll be there soon."

The waiter bowed respectfully before leaving the place.

"Tumben did you have breakfast together, brother?" asked Divia as soon as she got to her seat.

His hands deftly served the new husband then took for himself.

Emran did not answer just focus on enjoying breakfast the morning.

"Where did you go home last night?" ask Divia again.

"Apartment."

That was all that came out of his mouth the rest of it, he went back silent with his cold demeanor.

"Hemm, the apartment? Yours or that woman's?"

Emru who heard that turned to her twin sister. His eyes were like asking for an explanation.

Meanwhile, the one being stared at was only a thousand languages with the face getting hardened.

"Good women will not let a man who is not someone enter their home. Moreover, at night, let alone to stay all." Divia said with gentleness but who would have thought that behind it was all able to stab into the heart of anyone who heard it.

Emran put the spoon rough to cause clangs so hard on the plate. His sharp gaze fell on the woman he called Mama.

"She's not the kind of woman you have in mind" he growled.

"Shouldn't be, you shouldn't be angry, brother. If the woman you like isn't like that."

Casually, the middle-aged woman bribed her breakfast.

"I don't want my mom to say anything bad about him. I forced him to accompany her last night. I took the initiative to meet him without him asking."

Deheman vehemently stopped the mother-daughter debate.

"Continue your breakfast. It's not good to argue in front of the food" Raichand said in his cold tone.

"I'm not nafs*. Papa take care of your wife! Tell me never to interfere in my business again. More about my love story."

Emran just walked away from the place without finishing his breakfast.

"Look, right, Pap? Your son's behavior after knowing that woman." Divia tried to poison her husband's mind.

"Continue your breakfast, Mum."

"But, Pap-''

"Mom." Raichand stared intently at his wife for an irrefutable sign.

With forced Divia complied with restraining the anger in her chest.

"I'm done," said Emru.

"Where are you going, Emru. Your food is not finished yet" Raichand said.

"I don't taste anymore." The man in black clothes just passed by from before his parents.

Tired of it, seeing his mother who always meddled with their romantic affairs.