The Cry of a Son-in-law
It is unclear the origin

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Inside the car was a fancy metallic blue. A big smile on the lips of Maulana Raharja, a handsome man who is now 23 years old. With a sky blue suit clad in his athletic body.

The face of a Caucasian man with his green eyes, his thick eyebrows, with his pointed nose, and his firm jawline add to the impression of how beautiful his face is now.

"Are you tensing the deck?" maulana asked as her left hand clasped Safinta's fingers, the young girl sitting next to her.

Safinta Ayunda is a 20-year-old girl. With her long waist blonde hair, her beautiful eyeballs, her bangir nose, her tiny lips in pink, cabi-cheeked.

As well as his words that always try to make the heart of anyone who interlocutors, in the world of work he became one of the best employees in his place of work.

"Don't ask again ka, I'm so happy. I'm scared of you!" safinta's great-grandson who occasionally stared at the handsome face of Maulana Raharja, looking for calm for her heart that was in a daze.

Maulana stroked the head of Safinta lovingly, "Don't worry, mama will definitely bless this relationship of ours. Don't worry, you!" maulana's great-grandson, trying to figure out her girl's heart.

"For what if her mother, Lana, disapproves of our relationship, ka? Do you not remember, how it used to be when you brought me to the birthday party Raya. Mama is very angry with you" Safinta said with a sad look.

Maulana frowned, where did Safinta know, if mama was mad at me? I've covered it up from Safinta.

Maulana pulled over the car that she was then on the shoulder of the road. He clasped into Safinta's two hands, his eyes staring confidently.

"Listen to me, whatever you decide, I'll marry you anyway. We've agreed to go forward the same way to face mom. I'm sure, after we get married, mama will definitely accept your presence as her daughter-in-law" Maulana said.

"Hopefully yes, ka." Safinta showed her sweet smile.

"That's my new wife-to-be, we're dealing with the same!" maulana said by continuing his vehicle.

The dreet dreet.

Maulana reached into his hape in his pants pocket, he answered his call after putting the hendset in his ear.

[ "Where are you! I have been waiting for you since, Lo! We're not having dinner!" ] Sri Raharja's sigh from there, after his phone call answered his eldest son, Maulana Raharja.

"Yes, so. This is Lana still on her way to the restaurant. Soon Lana will also be there." great-grandson Maulana.

[Yes, mom order food for you, baby! Oh right, would you mind if you invited Santi to dinner with us too? It's not good if this mama..must kick him out of the table you ordered!" ]

Maulana frowned, she did not immediately agree to the wishes of her mother, Sri Raharja, if there is Santi there, like with Safinta! I hope Santi won't mess up my plans!

Safinta looked at Maulana in surprise, what else is it? Why do you Lana just keep quiet, what did her mother ka Lana say yes?

[[It's your silence, mama agrees. Come quickly. Don't be long! Bad boy!" ] Sri Raharja immediately disconnected her phone.

The middle-aged woman who still looked ageless at her age who was now stepping on the head of 5. Not caring about Maulana's feelings, the important thing is that she feels happy. Because of this dinner, Sri has also made big plans, for the life of Maulana and Santi in the future.

"What's up, ka? Is there a problem?" ask Safinta.

"Nothing" Maulana said hesitantly.

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At his own restaurant.

On a table nuanced out door, with light as a light enhancer decorate the sky without a roof.

Sri Raharja looks with her husband Malik Raharja and Raya Putri Raharja is talking warmly, with a woman who looks graceful which is none other than Santi.

"Where, aunt... Will Maulana really come here?" santi asked with a gentle look at Sri.

"You are calm, baby! That brat will definitely come here. We're all here because of her request." Sri graspedmm Santi's fingers on the table.

"Raya, watch your words! Learn from where you are the rich impolite language!" sri said with ketus.

"Well, learn from your mom, who else is she from? The uninvited person should not be at this table!" sumpul Raya glared sharply at Santi.

"Good pah! Teach it your daughter, why be as brazen as your own mama! Where your respect is the same mamah!" sri said by patting the arm of her husband Malik, who had just been silent. Seeing what was happening before his eyes.

Malik takes a rough breath, "Papa does not interfere, if until Maulana is upset with you, mah!" great-grandson Malik, who did not take sides with his wife Sri.

"These two, father and son are the same!" sibut Sri was upset.

By showing her sweet smile, Santi said to Sri with a compassionate voice,

"Udah aunt, true what Raya said. I'm just an outsider, I better not join in eating at the same table with you. I'm moving to the table next door, auntie!"

While in her own heart Santi said another, with a look full of hate on Raya, this damn brat, look at it later huh! Gwe will repay you, how dare you make gwe ashamed!

Santi got up from his seat, about to step from where he stood. But he stopped his steps, when he heard the voice of a man he knew very well and missed.

"Well, pah, sorry we came late!" maulana said, with her left hand clutching Safinta's wrist, as her legs were near the table where her parents were.

Sri stared intently at Safinta, "You came with her?" his great-grandson was sniffled when Maulana endured it.

Maulana and Safinta, greeting Sri and Malik alternately.

"Sorry mah, I have to take him" Maulana said casually as she went through Malik.

Sri held back her right hand that Safinta was about to kiss.

"No need!" sri said by removing her face from Safinta.

"Let's sit down, son!" take Malik who saw the gurgle sucks the wife.

"Jagan said you're not moving tables!" sindir Raya saw Santi who was sitting back in the chair beside Sri.

"No, Santi won't move anywhere! Santi will sit here! At this table! Together with us, if you want to move, just move the woman who came with you, Maulana!" sri said with her lips.

Santi grinned at Safinta, the basic orphanage child.lo will not have a place in the heart of aunt Sri, only gwe is the only woman who has the right to accompany mas Maulana!

"Enough mah! I don't mind if Santi comes to dinner with us, but for Safinta, he'll stay wherever I am. Because from now on, by being seen by all of you, in front of all of you, I proposed to Safinta to be my wife, her life partner, mother to my child!" terang Maulana's.

Grasping Safinta fingers, then showing their fingers that are linked to each other in front of Sri, Malik, Santi and Raya.

It looks like a beautiful ring with a green gem luster, which is coiled in the sweet fingers of Safinta.

Maulana smiling happily looked at Safinta, fortunately before getting out of the car, I had wrapped the ring on the ring finger of Safinta, I hope with this mama will understand by to my verdict!

"What the hell is this? You can't be like this to mama, son! Mama disagrees, if you marry a woman whose origins are unclear, bebet seedlings!" sharp speech out from Sri's lips.

Safinta's tears fell from her eyes, she did not know her origin, her parents alone she did not know. He grew up in an Orphanage in the big city.

seriate.....

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