SHE'S YOUR MOTHER, NOT MY WIFE.
ORIGINS

Papa told me about their love story.

An initial meeting with Kartika on a campus. Kartika is a smart and beautiful girl. Even though he lives well, he is not like everyone in general.

Every go always take a bus to the campus.

At first I didn't know he was a conglomerate kid. Because of its simplicity and independence. I approached him like a grown man in general. Get acquainted, communication by phone, dating and sharing in lessons.

Kartika Putri is a soft girl but hard to get. It took me a year to catch up with him, finally in his wake.

We live our simple love story. Although sometimes I was made shocked by clothing and accessories all branded but strangely I never suspected him.

At first I thought this relationship would be good and continue. Because we complement each other.

I once asked. "Is your bag really branded dear ?"

With her cute face she laughed. "why branded ? Bags are just bags, tools carry stuff. Branded or not what the problem is."

Actually I sometimes get uncomfortable with people around who stare at him sharply. Girl riding bus with branded goods. I also have a curiosity.

He always answered like that.

Until we graduate and graduate.

How shocked I was to see Kartika get off the new luxury car number.

With her Mom and Dad.

It is as if the queen had descended from her throne.

My heart trembled to see him step foot. So graceful wearing a kebaya as well as a beautiful hairdo.

By her side was a beautiful mother, in luxurious clothes and all-glittering.

While Papa was wearing a rental suit at that time.

Papa laughed while telling stories.

At once I realized that we were like heaven and earth.

I'm an orphan with no relatives. My education is free, because of the scholarship.

I who was daydreaming looked at Kartika in the distance in the surprised by a lecturer.

At that time the lecturer said "The future in-laws came. The boss of Effort Factory. Mr and Mrs Candra." I looked at the lecturer with a fluffy smile on his face.

At that moment I didn't know how I felt. Want to run away, as far away from Kartika. But my love and affection for her outweighed the fear and shame I had.

It is not once that our story is interrupted twice by an ill-defined quarrel. Yes, because every time Kartika never wants to talk about him.

There are a lot of people who often tell me about Tika, but I always keep quiet when she says it's no big deal.

My belief in him is one hundred percent and so is he. He never complained of having to date in a park or eat on the side of the road. Even he did not complain I gave gifts that were just ordinary items. That's what makes me love him more.

By the time graduation is over. I got a chance to work at his family-owned company that I knew about earlier during the announcement.

But without feeling awkward Tika behaved normally, as if I already knew and did not bother about it.

Tika called. With a heavy heart I approach, if I refuse I am not happy with the donor next to him.

Tika proudly introduced me to her family.

"Well, Pah this is Mas Surya my lover."

It's not my heart to hear that, it's shame. It feels like this face is burning. I who was shaking hands with his father as a scholarship student is now introduced as his son's lover.

I want to run the farthest sprint right then and there. I want to shut Tika's sweet mouth in front of everyone. All eyes are on me. How far apart our differences are.

All the dirty, cruel words I had prepared in my mind. Like the soap operas that I often watch at that time.

Definitely not in blessing, in expulsion, in contempt, in pox yes it must be, or in slap because it does not know themselves.

But unexpectedly, Papa and his mother accepted me. They held out their hands to shake hands with me.

My heart broke because of my evil thoughts about them.

They accepted me, hugged me in front of everyone. But my evil thoughts are always there. The movie I watch often.

Ah maybe take care of the authority, I will definitely be expelled. Can't relate to his son anymore. Maybe my job will be deleted. They hugged just as a sign.

There's no way they'd accept a bum like me.

Again I was surprised by the simple attitude of their family. Even though their clothes are branded and glamorous. They are warm and loving.

They embrace me sincerely, I'm blessed to be in touch with Tika. I want to give thanks to him. Because it gives me the family warmth from them.

Over time, I got used to the Tika family. Papa Mama thinks I'm her son. They've always supported my career, helped me with every new problem I faced. My relationship with them is harmonious as well as with Tika.