Mysterious Mate

Mysterious Mate
The Eps 34


"Later in the afternoon they come here again there is business" I replied with the sweetest smile.


"Oouh that" he said disappointed.


"Don't be sad this dong there is a mother's care for you" I gave to desya and ate with greed because I didn't eat.


After that, he took medicine and slept. There was awkwardness in that room between me, Ragil, and his mother. Half an hour we were silent with each other's thoughts.


"Ma I went to the office first" said Ragil.


"So be careful" replied his mother.


"I go first please take care desya not stay" said Ragil.


"Yes" I replied briefly.


"Assalamualaikum" he said.


"Greetings" we answered. And there was another awkwardness between us.


"Can't we talk" asked Mama because I was also told to call mama by her.


"Can ma" I replied gently.


"Are you really not married?" ask mama.


"Right ma" I replied casually because I didn't want anyone to know my sadness.


"Do you want to marry your mother's child" she asked, to my surprise.


"I mean mama married mas Ragil" I said to make sure.


"Would he want to?" ask him expectantly.


"I don't know what to do" I replied.


"Son mama knows how you feel but if the girls fail to get married it is very bad" said mama sad.


"Now I'm just letting God lead me I just resignedly don't want to wish more to anyone" I replied softly.


"Alright if you want to say, then surely desya will be very happy" said the mama mama uploaded her request earlier before I entered the desya room.


"Yes ma" I replied gently. And we kept joking around with laughter until we were shocked by the arrival of the family I wanted to avoid.


"Assalamualaikum" they said.


"Greetings" replied my mother and I.


"Where is desya jeng?" ask the middle-aged woman who seems to be your socialite friend.


"Thank God it's fine" replied my mother.


"Please sit down son" continued mama to 2 pairs of humans that I want to avoid.


"Thank you aunt" said Aziz kindly and they sat on the sofa.


They chatted casually and the men who were once a part of my past continued to watch over me with sad gazes. I don't care about them I'm busy with my phone seeing if there's a lecture or not and it turns out there.


"I'm sorry I went to the campus first I will come straight here again" I told my mother.


"Yes, please, mama's driver is waiting below" said the mother.


"No need to take a taxi" I answered and saluted the middle-aged women.


"Assalamualaikum" I said and came out of the room.


"Greetings" they answered.


I walked down the hospital hallway and while I was looking at the bag if there was anything left I hit someone.


"Oh" I screamed because my forehead hit with the chest of the male field.


"That way while looking at the road let's not bump" said someone familiar and stroked my forehead.


"Emang go where I have told desya how you are" he said angrily.


"I have to be able to give up the task in order to pass quickly" I replied ketus.


"Let me take it with you" he said, pulling my hand.


"No need mas I can go alone" I said as I walked stumbling because I walked in a hurry.


"I don't like to be denied" he said by touching my poor forehead.


"It's up to you sir" said I lazily.


We headed to the parking lot and entered the sports car owned by Ragil which is very nice and luxurious. During the journey we were silent with our own thoughts.


Arriving at the campus I went straight to class and gave up the task after I was done I felt hungry once I decided to look for food in the cafeteria. Arriving at the cafeteria I saw my friend sitting with a man.


"Hem" I said behind Helsi.


"eeh" surprised.


"Hahaha cie has a boyfriend who doesn't say this" led me with laughter..


"What the hell are you wi" he said shyly.


"That's your face why it's red" I teased Helsi.


"Duwi" he said, more embarrassed.


"Hem why are you here?" ask the men behind his girlfriend and I laugh out loud like they're caught cheating.


"My lord" he said stammeringly.


"What" asked Renal coldly.


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