Suddenly Mother
Episode 33 Action Proof of Love

Two days passed after Arin gave an answer to Aslan. Two days that Arin still did not believe what was thrown. He still does not believe in his decision.

"Dam. Seriously, I accepted the proposal?." Monologue Arin while feeling his chest pounding not because of. Then he sighed staring at the five-inch difference in hand. It feels like sending a message to the man who has been labeled as a prospective husband.

But the level of prestige as high as the Himalayan mountain. Ocean wide. So, just stare at the name contact and insert the five-inch thing into the pocket of the blazer.

His chest widening grew even more intense as he imagined Aslan. Slowly his heart warmed. Then he unconsciously developed a smile.

"Ehm. Again think of me, right?," rhetoric Aslan who had been clutching at the doorway.

When Aslan arrived at the hotel. Reflexes of the officers bowed respectfully. Even without asking the receptionist showed the General Manager-Arin's room.

The news of the status of the GM has spread to the corners of hotel residents. It was only natural that they would behave like that to Aslan.

Arin eight,"Ha? think who?. It seems impossible." His eyes are wrong. Please it's prestige in the lower house. Just tell me what's hard. Fortunately, this man had a chest. He just smiled when he heard it.

Aslan stepped onto Arin's desk and leaned against the edge of the table as her hands were pressed into her pants pocket, watching inch by inch her female face.

A great sigh greeted his heart. He smiled and breathed.

“I feel rejected,” lamented pretending to frown.

Arin's eyes rounded looking at Aslan's pouting face, similar to Allea's when sulking. Their faces are the same. Allea is like the female version of Aslan.

Arin without permission hugged Aslan. He nodded, as if saying. 'Can I do this?'. Can Arin. Be able. Go ahead! freer. Especially if it is halal. Very permissible. More is no problem either. Precisely Aslan will prance. Blissfully.

“Why did you come here? Isn't this rush hour work, Hmm?.” Arin comments while looking up at Aslan's face. The man who sows the seeds of love, promising happiness is only glaring with his female actions.

Aslan has not responded. Shocked at once happy with the initiative of the mooring heart. His chest was pounding more and more.

“Oh what do you want to drink?,” he continued stretching a hug. But Aslan tightened that hug.

“You started it, so don't blame me,” whispered Aslan grinning.

Reflek kissed Arin's left neck. The master of the neck just grimaced. A strange tickle and chirp greeted his chest.

Damnit. I provoked. Arin in the Heart. But he doesn't hate her. Precisely enjoy the friendly hand Aslan who had stopped by his chin. Keep distance.

Braakkkk

“Bubuuuuu,” shouted Allea girly.

Damnit. Devil boy. Why show up at the wrong time?.

Aslan and Arin's reflexes are moving away. They're throttling. Wrong attitude. Like a wet man stealing a precious thing.

Aslan grunting. Sucks. Though a little more successfully tasting the lips of the heart.

Allea's eyes narrowed. Seeing the strange gurgles of the two adults. Meli just smelled a smile, she thought she had gone for a wild walk.

“Papi what is cini?.” The Sambar Allea. Active investigator mode.

"That's Bubu's face why melah? What papi?." Allea stared intently at her Papi.

Arin glares. Aih, this kid is very good at making fun of him. Are those little lips that can't be collaborated?. Why do you always lie without a filter?. Fucking kid.

It felt like Arin wanted to disappear, or teleport to the hemisphere of the continent. He cleared his throat and imagined his face must be red.

Aslan scratched his non-itchy nape. He smiled at me. It turns out, his toughest rival is not Rudi or another man. But his own daughter.

Meli's body shook holding back laughter. Yes Gusti this news material that must be analyzed with the gang bribe-cuap Al's cafe. Mira and Rio.

They are very compact to analyze the behavior of humans around them. Even cafe customers are victims of their analysis. Not just customers. Rudi and the public figures have been scanned from appearances, dating news, careers and others.

Every in Arin's reprimand. Compact they answer.

"Yes this is how life is. Must balance. They go, we comment. To hold 'mental sleep. Haha."

Because Meli the nany as well as loyal employees of Al's cafe who really understand the situation and condition of the employer. He was forced to go to the toilet. Stomach pain he said. Really, not cool reason.

“Papi has the same affair Bubu.” Aslan approached his daughter.

"Want to kidnap a celli at that time? Can't do. Allea's going to be a pussy papi." It was as if he was waving a war flag.

"Who kidnapped Bubu? Papi just borrowed it for a while. You stingy." Timpal Aslan smelled a smile.

Arin as neutral party. It was just giggling to see a fierce war take it.

"The cube belongs to Allea." The reply was upset.

"Don't claim alone dong. Bubu also belongs to Papi."Aslan did not want to give up. He was so happy to tease his daughter.

"Pubu choose Allea or Papi?."

Arin. Glowered. Then scratch his nape that does not itch. It is difficult to choose between them.

For Arin, they have their respective roles in decorating the puzzle of his life. He breathed a heavy breath. I looked at two people who were curious about the answer.

But the echoing voice of the intercom shifted their attention.

"Hello."

"Bu Arin's. This is me Lusi. There are people who want to meet you. Do you want to see him?." Information Lusi cut out Arin's sentence.

"Male?." Guess Arin. Guessing who's looking for him is Papa.

"Not ma'am. Hmmm if not wrong name Intan. Oh yes, Intan Pradipta. He said he was your acquaintance."

Arin frowned at hearing that name. He only knew the name of his wife. No interest in digging into that person's life.

"Is there anything to talk about?" said Arin.

"Yes?." Luci assures Arin's hiss.

"OKAY. Go to the meeting room on the 1st floor. I'll be there soon. Thank you, Lusi."

Arin sculpting. Hands shaking. He breathed a heavy breath.

He put his arms to his chest and patted slowly, whispering in his heart.

A mantra that used to be often applied during college. The spell he got from watching a bollywood movie. Very popular movie of its time. I don't know why he remembered that sentence.

"Aslan. I'm down for a second. There's a guest." said Arin after her heart calmed down a little.

Aslan. His heart throbbed pain seeing the change in Arin's countenance. Very sensitive, even though Arin has framed with a smile.

"Just wait here. I'll just take a minute." Her impression while smiling thinly and passing.

Aslan sighed.

"Battle!" allea exclaimed as she rummaged through her bag looking for something.

Aslan looked over, then smiled. They're better. Then Allea's tiny hand thrust out a white envelope.

Aslan narrowed his eyes.

"Invitation to Papi cama Bubu." He smiled brightly.

Aslan received the envelope while rubbing his daughter's head.

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The meeting room was quiet as Arin entered. Intan looked at the woman across from her seat. Strange turbulence approached without excuse. Uneasily. Will it be told or not what happened a few years ago. Which befell his mother.

He just wanted to apologize. Not more. Not less. Intan did not hate her husband's son. I love the sweet and shady face of this child.

Slowly, Intan shed tears.

"Sorry aunt, son" he said wiping away tears.

Arin just frowned. Confused to respond how.

"Tante feels guilty for you." Intonation vibrates.

"You. Beautiful as your mother. Pandu loves him very much." Continued Intan stared at Arin's face fixedly.

Arin frowned. Chest thumping.

Wait for. Hey what is this? Have they ever met?. Bathin Arin.

"Did aunty ever meet Mama?." Gusar Arin was curious. Though he had muffled not want to think of anything. And ignore the passing of the mother.

Arin bit her lower lip. Afraid that guests will not be invited, stating the truth. His heart is not ready.

"Yes, I've met. Before he died."

Arin glares. He swallowed. Hands shaking.

"Son. Are you gonna hate me? if I tell the truth. And would Mas Pandu divorce me if he found out? Really am. I didn't do it on purpose." Intan cried hard to Arin and rested.

"Aunties. Jangn's like this." Kiku's reply. He tried to pull Intan back to sit right.

Intan is not flinching. Arin resigned. He sits on the floor. Sniffing on the Diamond. Tranquilize. Ignoring the pain in his heart.

He guessed with all the possibilities. Something unwanted must have happened between them.

Arin took a long breath.

"Tante, don't tell me. I'm not mad. Whatever happened in the past. Let it be a memory. Let's move in a better direction for the future." Arin pauses neutralizing his condition.

"And aunty doesn't need to tell Papa. That's been a long time ago. Even if the story doesn't change things." Arin continued to develop her camouflage smile.

Is correct. I better not know the truth. It won't change Mama back to life. Knee justice? impossible in process. Time things expire, lack of evidence. What can I do but forget?. So that the perpetrator is in the law?. No. gabe. For those who make money, the laws of the world can be bought. Let the punishment of God be done, according to what he does. God is not sleeping.

Arin muttered inwardly exhaling heavily. Staring at Intan's body which was still as hot as it was.

"Thank you, Alesha. Auntie let you call me Mom. I don't mind." He said on the sidelines sobs of crying.

Arin's eyes are breaking. I don't know why his chest ripples in Alesha's call.

"On Selin. You don't worry. I'll make sure he doesn't bother you." Intan developed a smile while tucking Arin's hair behind his ears.

Arin jerks. Then frowned looking at Intan.

"Go home if you want to see your father, my daughter. I'll send the driver if you want to go home. Your door is always wide open for you." Gentle Diamond hugged Arin.

Mum?. The sizzle of Arin in heart grinned thinly.

"This is Mom's business card. I'm waiting for your call to be picked up or to tell you a lot of things. I will be happy to be your best listener. Again, thank you. And sorry for everything. Mom said yes." Intan kissed Arin's forehead and passed.

Arin sculpting. Stuffy. Haru's. Wonder. Fused into one. He stared at the angel-hearted villain. Suddenly his tears flowed profusely accompanied by bitter laughter that echoed.

I'm sorry, son. That's the only thing that can make up for my side. And I don't want a divorce with mas Pandu. No problem, he doesn't love me. As long as he's near me, that's enough. Really, you're a good boy. Alesha's. I was hoping you'd stop by the house or stay with us. Bathin Intan stared at the meeting room door and developed a smile.

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Author: Aslan. Your hands are nackal. Ask in stoning?.

Aslan: He's the one who snaps tor. Yes, in sodorin mah embat.

Author: Basic crocodile. It's worth it in Sodorin Selin, you're embatting too. He said not love but tasting a gift. 😏

Aslan: Kc. That's a trowualin tor. Pure khilaf.

Author: Heleh. Reason. Potek nanuun hearts. 🥺

Aslan: Tor sori. Sorry yeah.

Author: 😶😶😶

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