MY MOTHER'S BODY IS BEHIND THE HOUSE
Finding Love

Author: Adeviaaa14

Part-1

"I don't want to be paired with a woman I don't love, Mom. Agree or not, I will still marry Melinda" I said in a furious tone.

"Well, if that's your decision. I won't force you, but you never regret your decision. Since Melinda is not a good woman, remember it's Aryan!." My mother replied as she approached me while raising her index finger with a warning.

***

My name is Aryan Wijaya, the only child of Beni Pratama and Rita Jayanti. I'm not from the descendants of the rich, even my parents are from a remote village. After they got married, my parents moved to the city. In order to connect his life, my parents opened a small business, even we still live in a small hut.

But since my father was often sickly, I continued my parents' business.

At that time I was only 18 years old, and was just about to enter College because I got a full scholarship, of course I did not waste that good opportunity. Luckily I was able to study online, so I was able to while developing my efforts.

In the fourth year, not long after I graduated S1, my father left us both for good.

I don't want to get lost in sadness. With the provision of savings sober, I asked my mother for permission to continue my S2 education.

As my efforts grew, I slightly remodeled my house to be more comfortable, and found Art to help and accompany my mother at home, because I could not bear if my mother felt lonely after my father's departure.

I keep trying to grow my business even more. I was sure that effort would not betray results, and sure enough, thanks to my mother's support and my persistence and hard work, it finally came to fruition.

The small hut we used to live in, is now turned into a luxurious house like a palace, and now I already have some of the company's assets that are famous among the top.

Now, at the age of 29, I think it's time to get married.

Before, I had never had a relationship with a woman, because there was no time for me and was too busy with my education and efforts. Unless I used to like Nindia my SD friend. However, in Grade 5, she moved out of town. Since then, until now I do not know where he is.

But now I'm in love with a beautiful white woman, with the curves of a Spanish guitar. I think, rather than later entangled with my lust better I marry him immediately.

Ah, I must be the luckiest man, because I will soon have a perfect woman like her.

***

This morning I'm going to the office, because there are some meetings to do. But before I leave, I'll talk to my mother first about my wishes.

I walked to the dinner table, my mother happened to be there.

"By the boy, breakfast before you leave." He prepared breakfast for me.

"No ma'am, I'm in a hurry because there are now some meetings to be made. But before I leave, I want to tell Mom something." My speech

"Sit down, son. There's also something important I want to talk to you about." He continued his breakfast.

I also sat down to obey his orders.

"I want to get married soon, Mom."

I saw my mother immediately stop her breakfast activity, and turned to look at me.

"Who is Aryan with?" Seriously ask.

"Miss, Mum."

"Melinda sir Hartono's son?" Asked my mother, her eyes were round when she heard the name of the woman I wanted to marry.

"Yes Mom, I love him, and I promised to marry Melinda soon."

"Mom disagrees with Aryan. If you marry Melinda." The woman who gave birth to me.

I saw my mother's face red as if holding back anger when I heard that wish.

"But I love Melinda so much, Mom."

"Mom has betrothed you to Aisyah, the woman of my choice. You know that Miss Lestari's son is a good friend of Mom's, she's also a good woman, and she's a good girl, and she deserves to be your wife." Said my mother.

"I don't want to be paired with a woman I don't love, Mom. Agree or not, I will still marry Melinda" I said firmly with a furious tone.

"Well, if that's your decision. I won't force you, but you never regret your decision. Since Melinda is not a good woman, remember it's Aryan!." My mother replied as she approached me, raising her index finger to give me a warning. Go somewhere.

***

In the office after the meeting was over, I felt very tired and immediately thought about what my mother had said. Why does my mom feel so bad about Melinda. Though I think all this time she was a good woman also understanding me.

Melinda was my old High School classmate. He only lived with his father, because his mother had already died when he was born. He's the smartest in my class, always ranked first.

Honestly, back in High School, I was never interested in him because of his shabby, black, and hilarious appearance. In fact, not infrequently the woman was always bullied and ridiculed by her garden, they always mocked her by the name "Linda the black soybeans who are cupid."

The poor woman was silent, clear liquid coming out of her eyes. He never fought what his friends did. He just looked down, but his eyes turned towards me as if asking for help. But I looked the other way and ignored him.

After graduating from high school, I never saw Melinda again. Although our house is not far apart just different villages, but I have only met for a year.

The first time I met Melinda again, when it was visible from the rearview mirror of the car, across the street, my two netrons accidentally saw a young woman, maybe my age, he said, being angered by a man who is old with a clot.

I wonder why no one wants to help the woman, but there are some people there but just watch it.

I turned my steps towards the woman, as if they were arguing. I saw the man hurt the woman, he grabbed her hair and forcibly pulled the arm of the woman before him.

Just as the man was about to slap the woman in the face, I pushed the old man's body and hit his distended stomach, he fell down immediately.

"Bad, who are you. How dare you push me." He said with anger.

I forcibly pulled the collar of the old man's shirt and raised my left hand and boasted his face "Based on the old man, how dare it only hurt a woman. Go awayl. Or I'll make your old face crumble." A moment of fresh blood flowed from his lips.

"I don't deal with you young man. I only deal with women****** this, cuihh. Our business is not done." He said, raising his index finger to the woman's face, his face was frightened and immediately lowered his head, when he heard the old man's words, then the old man left us.

I looked around at the people who had just been watching us, with no intention of helping.

"Go all of you. What are you still here for" I snapped. Instantly they left me with this poor woman.

"Ka-Kmu--?" His words were stammered with his eyes rounded when he saw my face.

"You, Aryan Wijaya, right?" He screeched, while tidying his long hair.

I wrinkled my forehead, I looked at the appearance of the woman standing before me. Well-favoured. But how did he know my real name, and I didn't know this woman.

"How do you know my name?" Askaqua.

"Ah yes, you may not recognize me, for we have not seen each other for a long time. I'm Melinda Safitri your classmate." He said, while giving a handshake, visible curvature of his sweet lips.

This time my eyes were round when I heard that statement.

I looked at the woman's face, it looked like Melinda. Although it is far different from the face of Melinda that I used to know.

I'm mamatung. Is she really Melinda?

Gosh, I didn't know how the slum that was always in the bully turned out to be this pretty. Even his body was thin, not like now like a Spanish guitar.

I received a handshake with her "You changed drastically Melinda, now you're so pretty, that I can't recognize you." My praise. I saw that red hue appear on his cheeks.

"You're also getting more handsome and handsome, Aryan. It's good to see you back." The compliment. Then smile, somehow that smile feels weird, I can't understand.

He thanked me. I offered to take him home. It just so happened that the road to our house was in the same direction. He agreed, saying the man was always bothering him.

On the way, he asked for my phone number. We exchanged a lot of stories, apparently he did not continue his education, but he worked hard outside the city for his father, and he was also not married.

After that incident, we often communicate and often meet. He's very attentive to me. Until I finally felt that I was starting to fall in love with her, and we ended up building a relationship.

Instantly I was aghast from my daydream, when I heard the sound of a flat object stored in my pants pocket. I looked at it when someone called me.

I stared at this flat screen in my hand. When my fatigue disappeared, when I saw the picture of the face of the woman I love, became the front screen decorator of my phone, and the name of Melinda who called me.

Ah yes, I know she called me because she wanted to ask me that, and I answered her call.

"[Hello baby, what's calling me? Have you missed me again, hm?]" I asked while teasing him.

"[Aahh, yes, my. I always miss you. How, did you talk to your mother?]" Ask him there.

"[Easy on Melinda, I've spoken to my mother. At first my mother refused, because my mother was willing to match me.]"

"[What? Keep accepting that matchmaking, Mom?]" Ask in an anxious tone.

"[Of course not dear, I will still marry you.]" I replied reassuringly.

"[Thank you for choosing the right decision. I'll call again, because right now there's something important. I love you, Mas.]" Say

I haven't been able to answer, but the phone connection was cut off on the other side. What's wrong with her, it sounds from there that Melinda is in a hurry, making me wonder what important thing she is doing.

For some reason after the phone connection was cut off, I felt bad. What is it with me, why suddenly feel this strange thing, this anxiety, anxiety, sadness and uncertain feelings make me uncomfortable.

What's wrong with me?

Why did I suddenly think ... Mother.

Why do I feel like my mom is not okay.