My Son Is My Strength
On What Basis Did You Meet Me?

In the living room, Bian was talking to Syahra's mother, Azzam was stuck in Bian's lap, and Arini was next to the three of them, pretending not to care about what they are talking about while his ears he put up well to listen to the conversation.

Arumi and Rangga, both of them have resigned to discuss the work that Arumi will give to Rangga according to Arini's orders.

They both permit to the garden behind the house, so they can talk about work issues freely without disturbing the conversation of people in the living room who discuss different things with their discussion.

"So, Son Bian. Her work buddy Arini?" I asked Syahra's mother after a long conversation with Bian about her full name, her parents' name and Bian's job.

"Yes, Mom. We are coworkers, but different companies. Arini company and my company work together in property and culinary." Replied Bian politely, nodding impassively at Mother Shahra.

"Oh, that's it, son." Mother Syahra nodded in understanding. "Hopefully your cooperation can run smoothly and continue to be successful for the future." Syahra's mother's prayer gets the 'aamiin' from Bian.

"Astaghfirullah. I have not given you a drink, wait a minute I make it first." Syahra's mother rushed to her feet, she just remembered not having hosted these two guests.

"Eh. don't bother, ma'am." Said Bian was unwell, afraid of being troublesome.

"Ihhs... is not troublesome at all, after all you are a guest of mother. So, it should be well-guided." Shahra's mother waved at Bian, saying it was not troublesome at all.

"Yes, you talked to Arini. Your purpose in coming here is to talk to him, right? I'm going to the kitchen." Syahra's mother got a nod from Bian.

After saying that and seeing the nod from Bian, Syahra's mother walked towards the kitchen to make drinks and a little snack for Bian and Rangga.

"Would you like to come here?" Sarkas Arini when he saw his mother had entered the kitchen door.

"Boy, now sit next to mama first, yeah." Instead of answering Arini's question, Bian told Azzam to get off his lap and sit next to Arini. Then he himself got up, and walked on the side of Arini's seat.

"You'll see you." Replied Bian casually, sitting next to Arini.

Now Arini is sitting pinned down by two men whose faces are similar, yet different generations. Arini turned her head to the right, getting a sweet smile from her son Azzam. Looking to the left, got a sweet smile from Bian.

Arini was stunned, "Can smile as well as him." he muttered inwardly, only to see a smile from Bian. He turned his face quickly.

"On what basis did you meet me?" Arini asked curiously, folding both her hands on her chest.

"On this basis." Bian got off the sofa, changed into sitting on the floor, touching Arini's sprained left leg.

"What do you want!" Arini reflexively removed Bian's hand from her leg, by patting the burly hand firmly.

"Ouch...." Bian complained of pain, Arini's clapping was so strong in her hands that her skin flushed red.

"Of...." Azzam rushed to see Bian's hand, shocked by his mother's actions.

"I didn't intentionally." Arini felt guilty.

"Is this really sick, Om?" azzam asked while blowing Bian's hand which was clapped by his mother.

"Hm.. it hurts a lot." Replied Bian with a face made to pretend to endure the pain. Though the pain is not too much, only his skin is still reddened.

Seeing the expression on Bian's face that endured the pain so intensely, made him feel so guilty, regretting his actions just now.

"Ohhh...." Now Arini who complained of pain, as a result of he forced himself to sit on the floor to see Bian's hand.

"Mama...." Now Azzam turned to look at Arini.

"No need to sit on the floor." Bian held back Arini's movements, making Arini inevitably sit back on the sofa.

"Is your hand still hurting? I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it." Arini apologized, bowed.

Bian was astonished to hear Arini say, "Are Arini very worried about me, so willing to sit on the floor and make his legs hurt. It even aired my condition to the point of not caring about his own feet that were hurting." Bian muttered inwardly, smiling to himself. He was so happy to get that kind of attention.

"Om, why?" azzam asked who saw Bian smiling to himself. Making Arini look up and see the same thing that Azzam saw.

"Ihh. Don't ge'er." Arini's speech made Bian aware.

"Who is ge'er!" killah Bian, then back to sit on the floor next to Arini's left foot.

With a quick movement, Bian twisted Arini's instep and heel. Arini and Azzam reflexively closed their eyes with both hands, then shouted hysterically.

"Arghh...." Shouted Arini enduring the pain.

"Arghh...." Shouted Azzam who did not understand what Bian was doing.

The shouting of the two made Bian's ears buzz loudly, and immediately Bian stuffed the mouths of the two of them with both hands.

"Arghmmm...." Arini and Azzam cried.

Feeling her mouth in the chopstick, Arini and Azzam opened their eyes. Mutual lyrics, then looked at the burly hands of Bian who closed their mouths.

"Had yelled?" tanya Bian let go of her hand, then sat back down on the sofa.

"You--" said Arini restrained, realizing his left leg was no longer hurting.

"Eh...." Arini tried to get up from her seat, felt no pain, then jumped small, and her legs did not feel pain anymore.

"Your feet are fine, son." Syahra's mother came with a tray containing drinks and snacks, after she delivered drinks and snacks as well for Rangga who was in the back garden with Arumi.

"Yes, Mom. Arin's leg is healed." Arini looked at her mother smiling happily.

"Yeiii. Mama's legs are healed, thanks Om Bian." Azzam pranced happily, then hugged Bian and Bian returned the hug.

"Allah be thankful." Syahra's mother sat on the sofa, the tray she carried was taken over by Arini.

"Please enjoy." Arini said keep a tray near Bian.

"Thank you." Reply Bian, nodding.

*****

In the back garden Arumi sat next to Rangga, separated by a round table in the middle.

"Do you need a job?" ask Arumi to start the conversation.

"Yes Miss, I really need a job. I hope you can give it to me." Rangga said hoping. "I'm sorry before, because I don't have a job application." Next, tell Arumi first.

"Hmmm...." Arumi thought, holding her chin. "Wait a minute." Said Arumi still thinking what work fits this man.

"Try to stand up." Arumi and Rangga's orders nodded, standing up.

"Round around." Arumi's orders again, Rangga obediently followed.

Arumi observed this man, "His height is about 184 cm, his weight is about 77 kg, his skin is clean white, his face is also well maintained, his nose man-cung...." Arumi paused for a moment to observe, he held his own nose. "Eh. My nose doesn't seem to be as sharp as her." Arumi muttered his nose. While Rangga is still circling because Arumi has not given instructions.

"When can I stop going around in circles." Said Rangga later, on the sidelines of his round.

Arumi gasped at Rangga's voice, only to realize that he had allowed Rangga to spin long ago.

"Stop." Arumi said suddenly, making Rangga also stop suddenly. As a result, Rangga's body is not balanced making him fall holding the sides of the round table and his face facing Arumi.

Degs... Degs...

Rangga's heart was racing strong, even more than when he met Arini. "Uhhkk... Why else am I?" Rangga held his chest. "What is this thing called karma for playing with women?" Inner wonders.

"Why you?" tanya Arumi patted Rangga's cheek gently to resuscitate her.

"Eh. It's okay." Rangga shook his head, gathering his consciousness. Facing Arumi can really make his heart almost dislodged. He sat back in his chair.

*****

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