Mother Connect For My Son
Part 3
...I.B.U.S.A.M.B.U.N.G.U.N.T.U.K.A.N.A.K.K.U...
...Vile women for vile men and vile men for vile women. While women are good for good men and men are good for good women. ...
...QS. An-Nur Verse 26....
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“Mba El, Where are you from? almost all day there was no news. Last morning I went to Mba's house there was no one, very quiet. Where are you from?”
Elea just arrived at her flower shop. Her clothes were neat and her face looked fresher.
The black bag he put on a wooden chair made of rattan in the corner of the room. Elea steps towards the flower area that is still embedded while Sheryl just follows from behind.
“There is a sudden affair, did not have time to see the phone as well. You open the store?”
“Sorry I sassy Mba, I took the store key in the drawer of the Mba El dresser because today many orders must be in between. If it is not delivered later we can lose Mba.”
It's good that Sheryl found out that Elea always put the keys to the house under the flowerpot, so she could handle it if there was an urgent matter like this.
“Thank you,” said Elea while wiping Sheryl's head. Sheryl is not just an employee but a sister, only Sheryl can count on when she has no one to lean on.
A few years ago Elea set foot in the city of Malang, alone without any figure she knew in the city. Try various jobs. Almost a year, he managed to raise money for capital to open a small flower shop business.
The meeting with Sheryl wasn't as dramatic as the dinovel stories. The little girl suddenly came and asked Elea for a job that also happened to require additional energy.
1 Year has passed, now Elea has 4 employees in her office.3 female employees and 1 male employee.3 special female employees in the network, 1 male employee in the delivery section. As for the care of Flowers, Elea herself took care of him.
During the day he shared by keeping the flower shop, while the night he scheduled to attend the study. Every monday, Thursday and Friday with different studies.
Trying to get closer and solidify themselves, is not a vile woman for a vile man and a vile man for a vile woman. Women are good for good men and men are good for good women. QS. An-Nur Verse 26.
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“Iya Bi, just keep her Syuttingnya running. Tell Cila I'll just go home.” Ardha closed the call after it sounded legitimate across the street.
Mia, call that Cila does not want to eat and continue to whine for mother. Though Ardha saw Cila this morning was fine.
Now that Ardha was on his way home, Fatih, his assistant, continued to outwit him during the trip. Tells me about her meeting with Elea. He is this, he is, he is like this, he is so, whether it has been how many times Ardha's ears caught the same sentence.
“Can be silent anyway lo, or I scratch tu throat.” said Ardha who was tired of the topic of conversation. He was looking at some of the scripts he was going to show tomorrow.
Fatih was instantly speechless and focused her attention on driving. It is better to be quiet than to wake a hungry lion.
There was no remorse after last night, though he knew it was a misunderstanding he had caused.
“White…..Tila to get engaged!” whinek Cila when Ardha's car just entered the garage.
The little girl ran into his father's arms. The Tk uniform is still attached to his body, but already with a tangled state even the wavy hair that was tied to the horse had fallen and only pigtailed one.
Why suddenly? Usually Cila never whine for a new mama.
“Tila to bunah, papih!” the little girl again whined in Ardha's arms. His round face was wet because tears were accompanied by an already red nose.
Ardha massaged her temple while glancing over the bed. Cila had been lying on the mattress with her eyes closed while hugging a panda doll after Ardha agreed the new child would eat and change clothes.
“So there is a game show with parents, sir at school. Usually non Cila play with aunty, ordinary aja.but somehow this morning non Cila even cry pas temennya play with their parents and immediately ask to go home. Pas arrived home instead whining for mother.”
“Perhaps non Cila remembers the same woman who was yesterday, Mr.”
Ardha and Fatih who listened to bi Mia's story immediately looked at her. Ardha was silent, there was no intention for her to start a relationship.
Fortunately, his mother had come home this morning, if until Mama Nira knew this, obviously the woman would be increasingly intense looking for women for him.
Fatih looked for answers through Ardha's face. Expect rejection to come out of the man's mouth.
“Ga burning mouth lo?”
“Same ordinary time hot-hot,”
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A week has passed and Cila continues to whine for a new mama. Ardha got tired of answering her daughter's questions. He just nodded and agreed without any intention of granting.
At a young age, Ardha is too minimal experience caring for children even from small Cila already nurtured by bi Mia.
Cut, scream from the director. He is not satisfied with Ardha's acting today.
Several times the scene that can usually be done with only one take, today they have several times the same scene just because Ardha is less focused.
“What's the matter, Ar? ga rich usually, there is a problem?” asked Sovia who had just sat next to Ardha. Woman co-stars movie with Ardha.
“Ga is there anyway, Just tired.”
“You rest first, there is still 15 minutes. You want me to take a meal?”
“Ga need, if hungry I ask takein with Fatih,”
“Let me take it all, so I want to take it too, want?” ask Sovia again. There was no answer, Ardha just put her hands shut her face.
Sovia sighed, it had been a few months that she had made her approach. But this man beside her continued to do subtle rejections. Sovia left with a sullen face while grumbling.
“Nih, if you are hungry, just hungry. Don't sell expensive, gamau style is taken when the original wants.” Fatih came with a box of food.
Just as Sheryl had gone a few steps, Ardha immediately asked Fatih to take a meal.
“What's the point of you being my assistant,” a poignant statement for Fatih.
“Ba-cot lo,”
Ardha laughed mockingly while eating the lunch dish. Charge the energy even though he knows his focus is again distracted.
“Lo what's the problem, until ga konsen rich earlier?”
“Emang is it?”
“View very clearly.” Fatih took the cake on the table and ate it up while waiting for an answer from Ardha.
“Cila again want to ask mother.”
The hand of Fatih who had wanted to go back to pick up the cake stopped. He felt his chest suddenly stop. I don't know why he was scared.
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“This is the address?” Elea held a paper with an address, where she would send flower orders.
Sheryl makes sure to come back while matching the paper with her phone screen. “True,” he said then nodded.
Elea breathed a rough breath, the weather was hot and she had to send her own flower order because the male employee in her shop was on clearance.
And here Elea is. Elite housing with towering fences. He cannot know the activity of the person in his current position.
Ting nong, one time Elea bell press no movement from inside.
Ting nong, for the second time there remains no source of life.
Ting nong, the third time finally the fence shifted and revealed a male security guard with a thick mustache, Elea was welcome to enter.
“Bunah!” the little girl exclaimed as Elea was just at the door.