Mother to My Children
Chapter 21 (Measuring the wedding dress)

Syafira walked under the hot sun, Mia's speech on campus was still ringing in her head. Of course, she was shocked to find out that the person she had always liked turned out to be a friend of her future husband.

"What kind of "joke is this? Huh Silly!" Syafira laughed at his unfortunate fate.

Syafira continued walking down the road which happened to be quiet. He did not ride his motorcycle because it had gone to campus to pick up Okeh Mia.

"Dad, Fira's tired. Just tired, it's just tired, it doesn't mean Fira gave up," he murmured languidly.

To vanish his heart, Syafira kicked the soft drink bottle that was in front of him.

Plethaks! the bottle hit a man's head.

"Woi! Who threw this fucking bottle!" yelled that guy. From his looks like a thug.

"I'm sorry, I didn't intentionally. I don't think there are people because the streets are deserted" Fira said apologizing.

"Sorry, responsibility!" grit the person while holding his head.

"What responsibility? I'm sorry, what else? are you okay-why?" ask Syafira.

"Love money!" said the man.

"Wah malak, apes bener," murmured Fira.

"Money, money, money! Why all the money. What a great thing is that thing called money hah!" Syafira suddenly cursed, he remembered his frustration, because his life money became difficult.

"Why do you push that? Noisier storm?" challenge that man.

Syafira, who is in need of an outlet for her exhaustion, accepts the challenge of the man she does not know.

"Let's who's afraid" Syafira said.

"Curtain, girl. If a guy has hit you," ledek the man.

"What if I'm a girl? I'm not afraid,"

"How dare you....!" the man almost hit Syafira, but Syafira managed to dodge, slamming the man's body into the street.

"Girl bar-bar," muttered Bara who had noticed that Syafira had been quarreling with the foreign man from her car.

When the unknown man wanted to reply to Syafira, Bara honked her car horn. The man immediately left Syafira.

"Thankfully there are people, otherwise you're out" the man said before leaving.

Bara flicked his index finger, coding for Syafira to get closer to his car.

"Hish, again widower," Syafira stomped her feet and approached Bara.

"Can you fight? why didn't that time fight back when they ruffled the store?"

"Om kepo! that was the name of reflex movement, the power of pepet was my own, if that time there was om," said Syafira. Actually he can be a little silat because of the time of High School he pursued extra-curricular silat at his school.

"Ck.basics!" bara Decak.

"What om? why look for me? Kangen?" syafira.

"Lake in!" bara's orders.

"Don't argue!," Bara continued before Syafira denied his orders.

Shafira clucked and got into the car.

"Om why it always appears everywhere anyway, all of a sudden anyway," Syafira said.

Bara drove his car without saying Syafira.

"Om where are we going? This isn't the way to my house, where are you going to kidnap me?" syafira asked as she watched the street not towards her house or shop.

"We're going home, mama's already told people to measure clothes for our wedding. Tad me to your shop house and your house, but you are not there" said Bara who remained focused on staring at the street in front of him.

"Should you measure clothes? You can not buy it, in the market or in the mall there is also a cheap one," Syafira said plain. In his shadow if the message to the designer must be expensive. Money again, he thought.

"Don't be tacky! Just come and be quiet" said Bara Jutek.

"Why what?" tanya Bara glanced towards the busy Syafira himself.

"Light up the music om, quiet gini horror feel like deket memi," said Fira.

"Memed what?" tanya Bara doesn't understand.

"Memedi om, Syaiton syaiton," Shafira said.

"This is a song that is good to hear, this song is yes, om," showed Bara.

"Hem" Bara said.

Moments after turning on the music, Syafira was silent. Bara was curious, why there was no more bar-bar sound according to his version, then he turned his head and it turned out Syafira had slept soundly.

Bara immediately turned off the music, so that Syafira's sleep is not disturbed. He knew the girl was a hard worker, maybe he was exhausted, Bara thought.

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About fifteen minutes later, a coal car came into the courtyard of the Osmaro residence.

He stopped the car, released his seatbelt. As Bara was about to get out of the car, he turned to Syafira who was still sleeping.

"Sleep or faint child?" inner Bara.

Then, slowly Bara brought her hand closer to Syafira's face.

"Aw!" syafira screeched as Bara's hand squeezed her nose, so Syafira woke up.

"Sick om!" Syafira held her nose.

"Smake yourself sleep like a fainting person, get down quickly!" bara said, he immediately got out of the car and followed Syafira. Bara threw the car keys at his guard for parking.

"Om, next time do not want to accept, if you give her in the throw so," whispered Syafira to the guard. The guard just silently lowered his head not daring to make a sound, he immediately got into the car. Bara frowned at what Syafira had just said.

Nala immediately ran to welcome the arrival of Syafira. While Nathan walked leisurely following Nala.

"Satantic brother!" Nala immediately hugged Syafira.

"You've come," welcome Mrs Lidya kindly. He immediately invited Syafira and the twins in because they had been waiting for a designer who would specifically measure the wedding dress for him and Bara.

It looks stiff when its body is measured. Between amused and lazy to be told to turn around here and there by the designer.

Syafira himself felt this was like a dream, only yesterday he agreed to marry Bara, today he was immediately told to measure the wedding dress. That fast?

"Surely you ask why I immediately told you to come here to measure clothes, right?" asked Bu Lidya who understood the contents in Syafira's head.

"Honestly, yes I still do not believe ma'am, this is like a dream, so fast," replied Syafira.

"Mom knows, but two weeks is a very short time to prepare for a wedding" said Bu Lidya.

"It's mom, but buy in the market or a cheap mall is quite bu, I said it was the same about the widower, uh om Bara even I was in the say tacky bu," Curcol Syafira.

"Gosh, is my handsome son-in-law that old? so called by his future wife, "inner Bu Lidya feels funny.

"Don't put into the heart of Bara's talk, he is like that, but actually he is good, very good if he already knows him. And I want the best for you, so I ask the family subscription designer to make you a wedding dress" said Ms. Lidya.

"There's no need for a fancy mom, a simple one,"

"Not too fancy, but all you have to prepare as best as possible dear. This is indeed Bara's second marriage, but this is your first marriage and hopefully the first and last for you. I want everything to be perfect, and smooth. I already consider you like my own mother's child," said Bu Lidya sincerely.

Syafira was moved to hear Syafira's words. The new Bu Lidya who just knew him alone could be as sincere towards him even consider him like his daughter, while his own mother? I don't know where he is now. Does he remember Syafira and his sister? I don't know, Syafira did not want to expect much from the mother he had not met for a long time.

"You want to keep talking or want to measure?" ask Bara jutek.

"Om done?" ask Syafira.

"Udah from last year," replied Bara origin.

Syafira clucked at Bara while walking closer to the designer.

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