Pamite
102. Meet

The next day at nine o'clock in the morning Rifki was standing in front of the mirror of his room. Look at the mirror in front of him from top to bottom. He made sure to himself many times that he looked handsome.

Rifki's style never changes, enough with a t-shirt stacked with checkered flannel shirts is enough to make him handsome. Combined with brown pants and black shoes, the three-line image is able to perfect its appearance. Don't forget he rolled his shirt up to the bottom of his elbow. A watch and a twin bracelet were given by Dara.

"Perfects." Rifki praised herself. "I became unemployed six months more like it, even fattening anyway. Though during being unemployed I was sad even fat. It's okay to still be this handsome."

Feeling his appearance was good enough. Rifki stepped out of the room. He was shocked when he saw his mother in the middle of the door. I don't know when that woman was standing there.

Ms. Rini still silently looked at Rifki with her arms crossed in her chest. The woman did not show any expression.

The Rifki who got an unusual look back researched herself from top to bottom. There was nothing wrong with his appearance, even this was more than perfect. Why is his mother staring like that?

"Don't tell me you're in love with me, yeah. I'm Mom's son, don't fall in love with me, Mom. I know I'm handsome but, well, not her son either."

"It's up to you, Rif. I'm tired of talking to you for so long." Miss Rini left the door of Rifki's room.

"Mom, I haven't spoken yet. What are you talking about?" rifki asked as she ran after her mother.

"So, was just about to say, you sure you want to meet Dara today? Kan Jaka once said that Dara is not ready. Later fear Dara will not meet you. You are disappointed, sad again, desperate again, give up again, Mother is also the one who bothers." Ms. Rini conveyed her thoughts.

"No, Rifki is different now. If Dara does not want to meet me, it is also impossible that I immediately despair like already. I had to convince her like she convinced me back then. If he's stubborn, I should be even more stubborn. Yes, I am calm. I pray enough from far away. I know how much my love for him is. I also know how Dara loves me. Everyone knows that my love and Dara is equally great, no one can separate us. The tough tests we've been through for months and in fact we're united, I'm sure Dara is the best for me. You don't have to worry about rejection. I bless me and Dara, don't you? didn't change your mind, did you?" Rifki suddenly felt afraid, because the previous day his mother had never discussed this.

"If Mom doesn't approve of you, I forbid you to meet her from the beginning. I will bless you and pray for the best. Fight for your happiness, your future, you yourself determine and live. Life is like that, it takes a struggle to achieve happiness. Not all struggles are easy. Yes, go, go!"

Rifki nodded steadily while smiling. He kissed his mother's forehead briefly and then left. However, the voice of the call from his mother made his steps stop instantly.

"Rifki changed, dong is old!"

Rifki. "Others I have to change?" tanyanya's confused.

"Keep in the habit of kissing your hands before you go and come home from anywhere. You must learn to be an adult if you get married and have children later you will be used as an example by your children. So from now on learn to be father-father do not childish. Don't keep fussing Mom or Dara. Mother and Dara are not the only people closest to you who often complain about your behavior, yes Rif, but your brother too."

"Astaghfirullah Mother, yes. It's not anymore. Yeah, this is where I kissed his hand." Rifki thrust her hand and grabbed her mother's hand for her kiss. "Assalamualaik."

" Waalaikumsalam be careful, yes."

The cry of Bu Rini again sounded very Rifki put his feet on the ground. He would not stop and look at his mother who walked towards him.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Don't speed the car, yeah. Slow down, I'm still traumatized. You can just see, just don't speed through the plan just as long as it's safe."

Miss Rini took off Rifki with a smile. He drove Rifki away until the car he was riding was not visible to the eye. Then he went back into the house.

Rifki really drives his car at a moderate speed he does not want to rush. Actually in him the trauma also still occasionally haunt him.

Sometimes Rifki glanced at the right and left side streets that he had not seen for a very long time. Everything looks different in Rifki's eyes.

The man's lips had never been straight, always curving upwards indicating that he was happy. Until a smile turns into a beat should be hung up. Rifki's heart rate is not without reason. It happened because he reached Dara's house. The man did not go down immediately, trying to take a deep breath and let out slowly. He did that many times to neutralize his nervousness.

"Bismilahbornohmanirohim." Rifki opened the car door and got off the vehicle. Walk steadily and authoritatively towards her lover's house.

"Assalamualaik."

"Getishalight." Ms. Lin replied, the woman immediately opened the door. "Son Rifki, are you well?" asked Bu Lin sumringah.

"Thank God, I'm healthy, ma'am." Rifki kissed Bu Lin's handbook gently.

"I'm sorry Mom didn't come to the hospital while you were there. No one's guarding Dara, so I told Jaka to go there."

"That's not a big deal, ma'am, it doesn't matter to me, it's okay."

After that short chat, Ms. Lin invited Rifki to enter the house and passed to the back to pick up something that could be eaten and drunk.

Just a few minutes later the woman went back and returned to the living room with a drink and some snacks.

"Mother how are you? Right, eh?" Ms. Lin asked.

"Thank God, Mom. We're all good."

Ms. Lin sat in front of Rifki with a long table. While Rifki was flirting to and fro looking for someone, her house seemed deserted. Wanted to ask, but it still feels sad because he just came.

Until shortly thereafter.

"Mother I want to go to Bang Jaka's house to pick up Na.." Dara's words stopped because she reached the living room.

Rifki turned to the source of the voice. His eyes could not be separated from the figure of the girl who was standing not far from him. Still wearing her favorite colored hood, pink. Dara still looks the same in Rifki's eyes, only her body is thinner than the last time she saw.

While Dara just peeked in place.