
”You're really desperate Mil, how long will you be here?” said Raditya Kamil's friend in college first.
Raditya chose to continue the hotel business owned by his parents rather than build from scratch in contrast to Kamil who was accustomed to learning his own business to become a successful entrepreneur at a young age.
”Until I meet my soul mate dong!” sahut Kamil's.
”When Alea used to be so crazy about you, she was beautiful and smart but you blatantly rejected her.”
”Because I don't like him, after all I've considered him like my own sister no more.”
”Ck! Too, you wasted her and now you know it wasn't your sister who took that chance,” Raditya said.
”I don't care about it, want him with anyone I hope all that's best for him.”
”Then what about Medina herself?”
”He is still struggling, only this time I have a different feeling with a woman. She is an adult I like her and what I like more is that she is an independent woman in my opinion because whatever she does herself without having to bother others.”
”He already has a child is no longer a young girl anymore,” Raditya said.
”That's why I'm more challenged, even if the girl is not necessarily she is still sealed right. I like her, I'm sure she's hotter in bed.”
”Jesus pervert!”
The plot!
A punch from a paper roll landed on Kamil's head.
”It's a fact, isn't it more certain that he's experienced than with a girl and as a result I have to teach him from the beginning.”
”You are absolutely crazy!”
”Have not been discussed again, make it tense!”
”Damn it!” grouse Raditya.
”Duh so really yes, if you guys are cement so my eyes are not wrong see that time.”
Kamil and Raditya stared at the middle-aged woman, she was Bu Yanti.
”If yes why?” kamil said because he knew who this woman in front of him was.
”So you are not an ordinary vegetable maker, because he only knows the owner of a classy hotel like Mr. Raditya,” said Bu Yanti.
”Ya take it for granted,” Kamil said.
”I will tell all citizens to sell you not!"
”Please let them judge for themselves because I'm sure they trust me more than you do, dear Ms. Yanti. Btw, has the debt been repaid yesterday?” sindir Kamil's.
Bu Yanti was annoyed to hear Kamil's taunts like a child he stomped his feet on the floor and immediately left Kamil and Raditya.
”You are the same parents do not be so,” Raditya said.
"Let's just say, I would never have served him if he hadn't started firsthe thought who he was?”
”Yes I believe that my friend is a super good person and can do whatever he wants,” Raditya exclaimed.
”I went back first yes, remember if my papa asked me you should say you don't know anything about me after so long we separated.”
Raditya just nodded, ”When can I play to the contract right? I wonder what kind of life you're living because all I know is that you're a very, very wow person every day.”
Kamil flicked his hand asking Raditya not to discuss the matter here out of concern that someone else would hear it.
Kamil chose to go home immediately because of his fatigue, all day he went to the gym with Raditya he had to keep exercising even though the place was quite far because he did not like the origin of choosing a place.
”Bos!”
”What's up?”
”What problem is he in here?” whispers of Kamil to the Baron.
”It seems very serious,” replied Baron while whispering also to Kamil.
”What are you doing to his place Om?” tanya Kamil took a seat opposite to the boy.
”Om, I want to ask you something please answer honestly yes!” Malvin.
”Bby please!”
Malvin was speechless looking at whether he would continue with that intention.
”Why shut up, Om won't answer if you don't talk now!”
Malvin ventured to raise his head to look at Kamil. ”I hope Om will answer honestly my question this.”
”What questions?”
”Is it true that Om likes my mama?”
Kamil threw his body on the sofa, this question finally came out also from the figure of Malvin, the son of Medina the woman he liked in silence.
”You want Om answer honestly right?”
Malvin nodded. ”Alright Om will say it to you, if Om it ..”
***
”Why do mama cook so much today?” Farhan watched Alika who was setting the dining table.
”You forgot if your family-in-law is coming tonight.”
”Gosh I forgot Ma, luckily mama reminded,” said Farhan. ”Then Farhan wants to meet Alea first yes,” continued Farhan.
Alika looked at Farhan's back away from her, she doubted whether her son's marriage this time could last long because of everything that happened to both of them at the will of her husband Hamid.
”But what Dear?” Hamid immediately entered and hugged Alika from behind even though they were not young anymore but both still showed their romantic side in front of their two sons especially if Kamil was at home.
Both of them want to look fine even though in fact they rarely get along well with each other. A good show because played well by both, unfortunately Kamil does not necessarily believe in the two of them unlike Farhan.
”Don't be romantic because I already know what you mean, do you want to ask about your son Kamil? He will not be back anytime soon,” said Alika.
”You know means all this time he's been giving you news?”
”No, I just thought it myself. The boy will come home if what he's looking for has been found.”
”Ck! The child always acts as he pleases is the result of your upbringing that always makes him feel free, the child is visiting right now?”
”Yes Allah, you still blame me,” said Alika did not believe what her husband said.
”I raised him with affection, and you spoiled Farhan our firstborn with all sorts of luxuries that's the difference between the two of them.”
”I plan to set him up with his daughter Mr. Mario. Do you agree with my proposal?”
”No.”
Alika answered briefly she felt annoyed by the nature of her husband that never changed from the past, did she not think again with the plan.
”You don't want to support my good plan at all?”
”No, for what? I'm sure your son will reject any plan from you so why would I support you.”
”Ma, what papa said is true why don't we try to match him who knows Kamil will change?” exclaiming Farhan came out together with Alea.
”Mama will not agree because she already has her own candidate.”
”What?”