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"Za, who you played with at home yesterday, why not come here again anyway?"

I immediately raised my eyebrows when I heard the question from nyokap. Because now I do not understand who is meant by him, I have been almost two months not here, how is the story I invite people here? Yesterday again. Kan's weird. I'm starting to get senile what the hell?

Mama immediately clucked when she saw my puzzled expression.

"That's you, Za, your boyfriend. Which you've been here at the time."

A boyfriend? More and more ngaco aja this my nyokap, since breaking up from Tiara (read; disbelieved) I have not been dating again, still rather traumatized lead to complicated males.

Sometimes I like not to think, wrong and lacking what the hell to be cheated?

I mean like this, falling in love again when you have a partner in my opinion is not a big sin. Hold on, relax, calm down, don't judge me just yet! This is my opinion. I think falling in love sometimes happens beyond our own ability or will. Sometimes we don't have to fall in love with who or with whom? So when you again have a partner but fall in love with someone else, I think mending you honest even though it hurts. Because being honest can be painful sometimes. But it's better than having a relationship with another when you already have a partner. It's not polite.

Whatever the reason for the affair is never justified. Don't be a loser! If you already feel uncomfortable or in line with your partner, yes separate, do not support maintaining the relationship but play behind. Kan goats.

"Ezzar!"

I was shocked when my mother suddenly called my name. I immediately turned my head towards him, although still with a confused expression.

"He didn't answer, but he was dumb, what else thought?"

"former."

"Huh?"

I immediately shook my head as I realized my answer just now. "Eh, anu, that means glutinous. Yes, Eza suddenly wants to porridge ijo beans with sticky rice," I reply ngaco.

Gimana ngaco, my people can not eat glutinous, my stomach likes to be weak if abis eat glutinous. Though actually I like loh, delicious, anjir, but unfortunately my stomach can not stand. It's pathetic, isn't it me? Abis keinget cheated ex, uh, even keinget can't eat glutinous. Oh, what a fuck.

I then glanced at Mama's expression hesitantly, and according to my guess, her face looked immediately suspicious.

"You why the hell? You can't eat glutinous, Za, want you to enter IGD again like when you were filming in Bogor."

I immediately grinned like a bego because of wrong behavior. "Forgot, Ma."

"Forgot, forget, same turn cute girl do not forget," Mama quipped shortly after.

Once again I'm looking, only the difference this time I grinnya not like a bego anymore, but more like a shy dog again.

How about a dog?

Yes, because sometimes I like to bite when it's gemes. No! I'm kidding.

"Yes, how, Ma, if a cute girl is really hard to forget, as hard as ngelupain ex."

Astagfirullah, I look like a man who still failed to move on.

"You haven't moved on, Za, from your ex?"

"Insha Allah has, Ma," answered.

But I don't know either. Actually, if I say I failed to move on, I don't think so. But on the other hand, I also can't bravely say that I've moved on. It's still a dilemma for the story. I still like stalking sometimes, occasionally, if again join waiting for filming. Despite knowing and consciously being cheated on, I chose not to unfollow her, she was the opposite, we never like each other photos or other, he said, but at least my number is still he simple, do not know what the benefits are, but I still like to see the status of WhatsApp, even though I am the type who quite rarely see the status there, once seen, but I still like to see the status of WhatsApp, must have found her status. Shucks.

"Honestly, Mama, you're getting the same girl? That means that potentially could be Mama's ghost yes, Za."

I immediately shook my head as a sign of the answer to Mama's question just now. Because indeed for now there is no woman that I approach potentially in that direction. Instead of approaching them I still prefer to be friends with them alone.

"Why is it suddenly?"

"Yes, no, you're almost 29 years old, you don't want to get married?"

Yes, if the problem wants or not really want. Especially if abis scroll sosmed meet people in a very happy marriage with his partner. The feeling of envy is not uncommon, but the problem is that I can not immediately marry just because I want to, right? It's not that simple either.

Mom suddenly breathed. "Your cousins are mostly married, your friends too, when are you? Yes Mama knows you guys, more relaxed, Mama also has no intention to rush, just Mama wants you that yes do not be too relaxed too. Efforts to find dong, Za, do not keep the same career, ah, you know are married and have descendants of the Sunnah of the Apostle, you do not want to run the Sunnah of the Apostle?"

Heavy yes, if you've brought ginian.

"Yes, that's not it, Ma, this is also Eza's search effort, yes Mama help prayer also that's why."

"Find the real dong, Za. Mama Seneng you have a lot of friends, but is it better if one of them is made a friend?"

I immediately grimaced while shaking firmly.

"What do you need to do to help me, Za? Or to find your Papa?"

I smile, I shake my head again. "For now I don't think it's necessary, Ma."

"Prepare to do mother country!" I straightened my body while paying my respects.

Okay, I'll tell you a little about me. My full name is Ezar Fattan Al Shariq. Long huh? I am the youngest of 3 children. Yes, I'm the bontot. Bontot men in this house. I have 2 sisters who are both married and have children. I'll tell them sometime with her son and husband. But for now focus on me first.

I am better known as Eza Shariq. The story is my famous name aka stage name, so that like other artists have stage names, I also do not want to lose, yes even though my prestige is still far from them, just yes no papa, as if there is someone who pamornya bagusan me little, yes although little doang anyway, but it is quite good.

If you ask me, am I an artist? The answer is probably yes, maybe not. But obviously, I prefer to be called an Actor instead of an artist.

I started my career as a film actor. Cool isn't it? I'm more than two years trying to casting here and there refused to continue, uh, once accepted directly to play the film, so the main character again. Less hockey what else am I? But even though I immediately dapet role as the main character of my career did not immediately rise, not not sellable, just ordinary. Known yes, sometimes doang, but if famous obviously not. Instead I am better known after playing a film that is just a supporting actor. But yes papa too, does everyone have their own way. I am so thankful because I enjoy my work as a actor. Because I think it is difficult to work according to passion, not easy, especially if your passion deviates far from what is expected of both parents. It's heavy, man!

Yes, for example, I am. I was born into a family with no artistic blood, but I became an artist. Even being an actor. Bokap I was initially against, because I was the only boy he expected to continue his company, uh, but I instead jumped into the art world role. Almost like a soap opera, I used to actually be expelled from the house when caught casting here and there - the unlucky never dapet it-. But luckily my first mother was married and already had her own home at that time, as a result I could ride there. And lucky I used to, my brother-in-law does not matter I was hitchhiking there. But that's in my own opinion anyway, do not know the original he really does not matter or just to force me.

What is clear is that now I already have my own house and I slowly want to accept my job. Although not infrequently he when I want to retire as an actor. If the question came out, I suddenly sensi. I feel like I'm gonna talk rough for two hours.

"Later get here, right?"

My daydream instantly broke. I turned to Mama while showing off my best smile and shook my head.

"Other times yes, Ma, Eza will come home later this afternoon."

As guessed. Mama's expression immediately pouted. "You don't love Mama, do you?"

I immediately let out a heavy breath. Mama if it's fashion this is hard to persuade him. I stood up and approached him. Without hesitation I immediately hugged Mama and kissed her cheek. Usually if I have stuck this way to nyokap, Mama immediately collapsed.

"Mama just want you to nginep this malem, Za. Your sister who is married still likes to nginep here, when you are not married to lose? Don't you love your mom?"

"Well, what the hell is this mama? That talk time? No, Eza loves Mama. Only this mall Eza already has a promise with Eza's friends, if we want to gather together. Time to be canceled that way, it's not good, Ma."

"Oh, so you'd rather get together with your friends than with Mama?"

With a little heavy heart, I finally nodded. "Yes, Eza is here. Mama seneng?"

My mother nodded happily, which inevitably made me smile. Happiness is sometimes this simple. Duh, so sad because now I don't have much time for him.

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"Normal people at this hour are ready to go to the office. I just woke up at this hour."

I suddenly had no taste for breakfast when I heard my bokap innuendo. It's 7 and I just got out of the room. Not without reason, while I came home early because invited to discuss the project with my friends. As a result, I slept again at dawn and just woke up after I was built.

I intended to leave the dining room because I was lazy, but nyokap me nimbly held me. Smiling calmed me down, he pushed my body and told me to sit in a chair. With great affection Mama immediately brought me fried rice for breakfast. If not for my nyokap it feels ogah go home or nginep here.

"When do you want to live like this?"

"Until Eza gets bored," I replied in a defiant tone.

Papa's expression looked annoyed with my answer. He looked like he was about to open his voice and protest. However, quickly nyokap I told bokap to immediately leave for the office.

At first, Papa looks disapproving but after glancing at his watch. He immediately stood up and went to the office. I breathed a sigh of relief shortly after. However, it did not last long, because I suddenly hit my shoulder, when I was about to bribe breakfast.

"You know, Za, if asked your Papa don't answer that why the hell?"

"Yes, abis Eza kelin, Ma. Every time Eza comes home or every Papa meets Eza, the question must continue. Bored times, Ma."

My mother breathed and sat down next to me. "Yes, your Papa doesn't say much, Za. It's only natural that the question continues. You should be more understanding, patient dong."

I put down my spoon. "Mom want Eza to be patient like how else? Here is the problem Papa who does not accept the same choice Eza. That's why Papa is so."

Mama took a breath back. His expression seemed to justify my words. He then stood up and patted me on the shoulder and told me to continue with breakfast.

"Oh yeah, what time do you want to go home?"

"This beer, run breakfast, take a shower and keep coming home. Why?"

"Wouldn't Mama have?"

"Where?"

"The House of aunty Train."

I just nodded in agreement while giving a thumbs up. My mouth is busy chewing.

"Yes already, you're abisin your breakfast. Mama's going upstairs to get ready."

Tbc,