Three Generations of Sultans
108. The charm of Duda is different

...Happy Reading's...

Hesti POV's

Both of my eyes seemed reluctant to open, as my body felt an overwhelming warmth, exceeding the thick blanket I had bought credit at my subscription place, because the price exceeded my rent for a month, he said, but because of the victim of the ad I bought too.

" Hmm.. Buy where the blanket is, so the credit pen again."

Between conscious and unconscious I muttered slowly and curled up inside.

" Wah.. bad cover expensive is sure, different gini fragrance? very masculine, similar to the perfume Om Arka?" Babehku's back.

" Oh yes... I'm going to go to the restaurant Om Arka, wake up in the afternoon all right, where's the big angel here, maybe because it's near the stove time huh?"

" Uhh.. where it is very comfortable again, it is not in vain so waitress without salary if gini anyway."

" But what is this? bolsters times huh? how's breathing?" I back to my arms.

" Gosh, his heart is beating anyway, lest he..." Slowly I started to reach out to her @nya and did not dare to open my eyes, for fear that this was just a dream.

" Hmh!"

I immediately clenched my lips when I opened my eyes, which people say sexih like having an overseas artist, even though the reality was that my lips were canker sores, so look Jenor.

" Is he really Arka's? or am I just dreaming?"

I closed my eyes repeatedly, but the soft snoring sound of his lips made my eyes reluctant to blink looking at his handsome face, his thick eyebrows, his pointed nose, his sharp jaw, and his sharp lips...

" Duda charm is different, right?"

I ventured to touch her cheeks that had not been seen a frown, even though her son was the same age as me.

" His arm is so big? pantesan aunty Mala used to love it, she must be diligent in exercising, pantesan ageless."

Feeling that right now, I want time to stop so that Om Arka does not wake up immediately and I can still stare at his face as close as this linger.

Especially in a PW position like this, we just sit on the sofa and face each other with his sturdy right hand that is coiled around my body and also his left hand becomes the pillow of my head, what a moment I will never forget during my journey.

I once had a boyfriend, but never felt this comfortable in his arms, every alone with my boyfriend who I consider to be an adult, can protect, but it turns out that older age is not a guarantee as well, there are always differences of opinion that end up fighting and having to break up.

Even I once had a boyfriend that I deliberately sought a younger one, it turned out worse, I had to spoil him, I even more look like his brother, accompany him to play in the Mall, and even more, hanging out in cafes, even duels playing online games and finally I decided to split up and just hang out until now.

But Om Arka is different, from the first time I saw him, the gaze of both eyes as if shady and the way he talks is calm, his attitude looks nurturing, somehow I was immediately interested when I saw him, I was immediately interested, he reminds me of my late father.

After a while passed, Om Arka's eyes seemed to be open, and I chose to pretend to close my eyes like people who were still asleep, so as not to be discovered if I secretly enjoyed it.

" Hmmm.."

Slowly she let go of the embrace on my body and shifted my head back to lean on the sofa. As if I didn't want time to go by so quickly, I still wanted to repeat one more night of sleep in his arms, even though it was impossible for me, because maybe the sun had started peering out there.

" Hosti."

After a while he sat beside me, he started to make a sound, whether he was looking at me or what I didn't know, which I knew he was still beside me and patting me on the cheek slowly at this moment.

" Hmm.."

I pretended to be awake, and squirm elegantly, so as to impress like a classy woman, even though at home, when I woke up my voice squirming might even be heard in the rented room next to the house.

" Where am I?"

Because confused about what to say, and still beating pretty fast, pretending to forget is the right way, especially when I wake up to see the fact I am in his arms, this is really like in a dream.

" You're still at my restaurant, sorry I didn't drive you home, because it's midnight."

I know Om, and that's my will, hehe...

" Want to pray at dawn with me? is it not too late?" Because I was silent, he spoke again with a sweet smile even though he looked heavy from waking up.

" Can."

I nodded my head with a smile back, what a good priest candidate, though aged but still handsome and more adem diati, he turned out to be sholeh, what a perfect priest candidate in my opinion.

Dimas... You should have introduced your father to me long ago, so that your single status is not too long.

" Yes already.you take ablution water first in the bathroom at the end there, let me take ablution water behind me."

" Op Om." I immediately stood up and wanted to immediately go to the bathroom because it had been encouraged by the candidate ayang, even if so or did not think lately.

But suddenly my feet stumbled with sandals om Arka, and made my body dazed because it was as if my life had not been collected all when I woke up from sleep.

" Ehh.."

As I was about to fall, Om Arka caught me and pulled my body back in reflex.

Ayeeeee!

I sat on his lap, it turned out that God is all good, when I was patient waiting for a mate from him, he gave Om Arka to me as an encouragement for my life.

Even though I don't know how he feels about me 'important sure' that's my life's guide all along.

" Beware Hesti." He rubbed my arm slowly.

Gee whiz... Mleyot is so adek bang!

" Slowly, I'll wait at Mushola Restaurant."

Om Arka even asked me to stand up, I feel like I want to immediately invite him to marry today, mumpung me off, but it is also impossible, so fantasize it seems that it is not sinful.

" Hehe.. sorry om." Finally I went to fetch the ablution water with a smile that never faded.

After our congregational prayer ended, om Arka was still sitting cross-legged on the prayer mat in front of me, he was seen reciting and praying fervently, these eyes seemed to see him, like the water of Heaven, flowing, although never been there.

When I saw her fingers looking up, I was dying to feel like I was touching her and tucking her hand and then she left the sweet civman on my forehead and cheeks.

Owh. it's my dream maszehh!

But it was just my delusion, because the truth is it can't be because she hasn't been a mahrom to me.

But prayer in every prostration, I always hope to have a priest who can always lead my life to the right path, even though my worship is not perfect, may God give a soul mate who can perfect my religion at the right time.

Amens...

" Hesti... What breakfast would you like, let Om cook for you?" After he folded the sarong that made Arka more handsome and a coloured kopyah matching his cocktail, he offered me to make breakfast.

What favors does God have you denied? already handsome, well-established, considerate, anyway om Arka is the best for me.

" What aja, both are the same om, hehe..."

Because likes to chat and joke is my style, so I still be myself even in front of the idol.

" Will fried rice?" He said softly, and that was exactly what my dream man had been like all this time, let alone who could not cook like me.

" Pfftthhh... kirain white rice is given salt as soy sauce is good if you eat both the same om?" Om Arka was seen holding back his laughter.

His words really make me stupefied, it turns out he can also one server with me.

" ahahahah... Om could, eat the same salt doang can hypertension I Om." I just chuckled and followed her way to the kitchen.

Wearing a neatly arranged apron in the corner of the room, he took out all the necessary ingredients from a refrigerator as big as a three-door closet, not forgetting he took out the necessary spices to cook fried rice.

" What did I do to help you?"

Although not good at cooking and can only boil instant noodles and eggplok only, which sometimes even that is often empty in front of it, but the yellow of leather bells, but, but at least I can peel the onions or cut the vegetables I thought.

" You help me see it." He said intentionally wanting to be funny.

" No way!" I said quickly, and immediately made Om Arka raise both eyebrows.

" Why?" Asked with a look of disappointed face, it turned out that he had begun to accept the existence of another woman in front of him.

" Because of that Om smile, like my milk flag."

" Why can?" It turns out he doesn't know who I really am.

" Likeness until the last drop."

Eaaaaaa!

Somehow describe the face of Om Arka at this time, between surprised, shocked and did not expect that it turns out I was as brave as it was to overhaul it as possible.

" Om." Because he chose to turn his face and continue sauteing the fragrant seasoning immediately made my stomach rumble, I instead wanted to change it again.

" Hmm.." Somehow the condition of his face and heart at the moment, I couldn't see it, because he didn't want to look at me.

" Look at me Om." I'm a spoiled pretent.

" I'll cook up the Nesti, I'll burn the food."

Arghh. turned out he was smiling, and he patiently looked at me even at a glance and chose to stir the rice disconnected.

" Oh that's like a camera, you know?" I'm back in action right away.

" Why is he?"

" You see, every time you see Om, you want to keep smiling."

" Heissh... already dong Nesti, don't make Om ashamed of this."

" Hahaha... Why should Om be ashamed to try?" I jumped out of my seat and approached Om Arka.

" Let's wait there, Hesti, while sitting down, you're tired from last night help Om."

" Even if I'm tired, if Deket Om is all tired I'm cured."

" God, this is what it's like to be friends with young people, I can't even wrestle you to make." Said Arka while taking a spoon to taste the cuisine.

Friends doang nih Om? could it be more?

" I'd like to try Om." I put my face closer to her.

" Can."

By her reflex she blew a spoon of the fried rice first and stuffed it into my mouth.

" Hmm. It feels like it's like Om's arm."

" What's Om's arm?"

" Mantabbeks, hehe..."

Today it feels like the world belongs to only the two of us, even Om Arka's face is a little reddened by laughing too much when with me.

" What are you doing here?"

Suddenly a voice was familiar to us.

" Dimas's? you're home, son?" Om Arka looks nervous this time, I don't know what makes him so I don't know.

" Hmm.." The gaze of Dimas looks probing, because so early we have been in the kitchen of the restaurant, but the open is still a bit unfortunate.

" Want to have some fried rice breakfast, son? it's fucking dead." Reply Om Arka who is not good at acting like me.

" What are you doing here with Hesti early in the morning?" Dimas seemed to suspect the two of us, although we did stay even bobbed together even if only in a chair, but what does it have to do with him I think.

" Dad was.. that's.. anu..." Reply Om Arka who seems to have no reason to deny it.

" So morning I met your father near the stall end there, because I was hungry to find a food stall all still closed, Trus Om Arka happened to pass by, he watched me, he watched me, so he opened the restaurant impromptu afraid I'd faint in the street, hehe..."

Because Dimas's face looks like one that doesn't like it, so I helped Om Arka to make a show.

" That's why didn't you come home last night?"

" Who said?"

" Auntie."

" Daddy nginep in the restaurant, last night the main chef passed out so I replaced him, if not believe ask the same employee father later."

How the hell is this Om Arka, why tell the restaurant employees, obviously they see me here until the restaurant closes.

" You don't work Hes?" Dimas immediately turned his gaze towards me who looked relaxed as usual.

" I'm on vacation, so it's a morning walk."

" Oh yes, we have breakfast three yuk, the fried rice is already mateng ni." Arka immediately served fried rice on the restaurant table.

Afraid? actually I am relaxed, want to be caught Dimas if I am alone with his father is also not a problem, let alone want to be taught marriage is now the same Om Arka, more no problem anymore, even I am happy.

But I saw that nervous and frightened face from Om Arka, maybe he was afraid Dimas was angry or misunderstood or whatever I didn't know.

What is clear tonight is that I am very happy to be alone with Om Arka to the confidence of his own son. Somehow what happens if Dimas sees us sleeping hugging on the couch last night, it might be even bigger than this.

The mission of the struggle is not yet complete, when his father has begun to show his heart, it turns out that his son who belom can be welcome, but I must be patient, because I know how a child like Dimas feels, because having parents connect it is not as easy as we imagine, let alone to adapt.

Even my mind has gone there, but not necessarily Om Arka has the same taste as me. But as a human being I can only try and try, because all the destiny of God has been outlined, we just have to wait for the time to come.

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