Mr Love Love
Mama Riska Injured

"Mrs. America's? Did I not hear wrong? Miss Hay, we're in Indonesia. If you're looking for your Mr. America here, doesn't that seem like you're talking nonsense?" I asked while looking at Morgiana's smiling face.

If you look at his behavior, it looks like Morgiana is not lying. It's just that I'm not so sure about the spoiled girl, she lies too often, because that's very difficult for me to be able to believe her words.

Hmmmmm!

I let out a breath. I'm speechless. There was nothing I could do, advising Morgiana was the same as advising a statue, no matter how hard I tried to talk he still would not listen. I don't know what kind of man managed to steal her heart until she lost her mind.

"He's a handsome guy. He's a good guy. No one can match it, and no one can replace it in my heart. My heart is calm with her, my soul feels cloudy whenever it gets sweet treatment from her."

For a moment, the atmosphere in Mas Araf's office was silent. I fell silent again, Morgiana's words were too heavy for me. If anyone asks why is it too heavy? The answer is very simple, because I have never felt such love for anyone. I don't want to engage in feelings of love with anyone before there's any status between the two of us. For me dating or love started after the marriage contract, and now that's what's going on with me.

"Whatever you try, you won't be able to understand all these feelings because you're different from me." Morgiana continued. His gaze explained that he was actually underestimating me.

I don't care about other people's responses to me, nor do I care if others say I'm behind the times. The sweet treatment of the man who is not kosher, hugs and kisses, for me, is a disaster and not a blessing.

"Yes, you're right. You are so much different from me. If it were me, I would never have loved any man that deep. What else before the Marriage.

Whether people say I don't sell or whatever, I don't care at all. All I care about is the happiness of my family and the pleasure of my God, all the rest can be later." My reply while looking at Morgiana with a confident look.

I believe in my decisions, I also believe my God will never disappoint me like a Man who always leaves a wound.

"Whatever you say about your Mr. America, I don't want to get involved with any of it. Spend your tea after that we'll go back to Fatimah's room." My babble again, this time while patting Morgiana's shoulder softly.

Hehe!

Instead of being sad to hear my words, Morgiana chuckled while holding her queen's stomach. He pinched my arm then walked slowly towards the balcony. I don't know what his brain designed until he looks happy. I could see from the attitude that the strange girl showed, her gaze filled with sparks of hope. At times like this, do not let him do anything else to disturb others.

"Sabina, I know you! Don't pretend to be angry in front of me. That's not gonna work. Angry doesn't fit your style." Morgiana, this time she walked up to me again.

"You have to help me! Help me find Mr. America. If you could do that, I'd be very, very grateful to you."

"I can't and I don't want to. How can I help you? I don't know Mr. Your America, even if I accidentally cross paths with her, I will never recognize her. Forget it all, it'll be a problem if he's married."

"Morgiana, that was. I mean, that guy used to love you and he used to ask you to marry him, anything could happen in the next second. I'm asking you to forget it because I'm afraid he's married and has a happy life with his wife and children. I don't want us to come suddenly and then bother him." I said without blurring the eyes of Morgiana's beautiful face.

The face of Morgiana who had smiled triumphantly now turned sour. I'm sure if someone else had spoken as loudly as I did, he would have broken his arm. I really don't know, is what I'm doing right or not? What is clear is that I don't want Morgiana to get hurt, it's better for her to hear my words now than for her to be dashed in the middle of the road.

"I'll never hear your words. Never repeat what you said just now. I love Mr. America, and it always will be. I don't care what anyone else thinks, he's mine and will always be mine!" Morgiana said while pointing at my face with her index finger, she looked at me with a sharp gaze, as if her gaze would skin me alive. Her beautiful face was now showing off an overwhelming anger.

Prakkkk!

Mas Araf's office door leaf slammed pretty hard. To my surprise I even sat on the floor. I was really surprised to see Morgiana's spontaneous reaction. Finally Morgiana the grumpy and judes returned also to his initial nature. What should I do to that spoiled girl? Now he's starting to enter the limit of the madness I call blind love. Talking to him or helping him will be useless. Because everything will be in vain.

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Meanwhile in a different place Mama Riska sat while leaning her head on the back of her big bed. Mama looks in pain. Time and time again, he even grimaced in pain. Her shade netra just kept shedding tears, whether it hurt as much as Mama's feet until she cried in silence.

"What did you do until your feet were this bad? If you need anything from the warehouse, you should ask the waiter to take it. What are they paying if they are useless? If Papa doesn't come on time what will Mama do?" I began to babble without regard to Papa who had asked me to be patient.

How can I be patient after knowing Mama fell and her leg was hurt pretty badly. I might be a dissident child, but I would never be able to breathe calmly if Mama and Papa were to get hurt.

I was upset, so upset that I couldn't hold back my anger.

"Araf, stop, kid. Mama's okay. You don't have to be angry anymore. Your old habits are starting to recur, Mama hopes Sabina doesn't see your side like this. Mama's worried she'll get mad then ignore you!" Mama said as she looked at me with a look of sadness.

"Mom don't need to switch the conversation, I'm angry with Mama. If something like this happens again I'll never come to see you." Again, this time I started to shed tears.

I'm so scared. Hearing Mama hurt my heart as if it stopped beating. Actually I don't want to talk rudely in front of Mama, I do it just to hide my sadness and fear. Am I not so stupid? Yes, it is true. I'm really stupid. I should have hugged Mama, cried with her and wiped her tears. Instead of doing that, I posed a nonsense threat.

Araf... What's wrong with you? You think of another and you do another. I murmured in my heart while fixing the position of Mama's legs that were still wrapped in bandages.

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