Two Men
Radit's home

"There's a woman I'm waiting for" Radit replied without hesitation.

Gendis smelled a small smile. "Surely that woman was great because she could steal Mr. Radit's feelings." Undeniably a little tight felt. It shouldn't be because they just met. "I'm envious."

Without a doubt Gendis also expressed her feelings.

Traffic is back to normal. Time is approaching Magrib. Radit spurred his vehicle so that it could reach before Azan roared.

Gendis. No more conversations between them. Closing all chat access that initially feels fun.

They were up to five minutes before the Azan. Gendis thanked him several times for surviving the rain trap thanks to Radit.

"I'm not the good one, but God planned it all" Radit said.

"Ah, yes, sir. God is good." 

The difference between the two is not a barrier to continuing to do good. Because, every good must be transmitted at any time.

"If that's how I say it, sir." Gendis went ahead of the apartment parking lot. Radit alone in the silence of the rest of the rain.

Radit's eyes stared at Gendis' back. He knows, but he is silent. Shouldn't hurt. However, this move is better than just giving false hope.

"I have to get ready. Tomorrow it's time to go home. I can't wait to see Mommy" Radit said as he walked toward the tall building that has many floors.

Meanwhile, Gendis had already taken the elevator and reached the fourth floor. Get in her apartment and close the door as soon as possible. The girl leaned back against the door. Radit's confession hurt a little.

"I shouldn't be like this. Mr. Radit must have had his own romance. I was too washed away because Mr. Radit looked like him." The Gendis body slowly slumped downwards. However, losing it hurts. 

It was unexpected that the universe met him with an extraordinary figure. Really ... he does not understand the path of destiny that is rolling with him.

"What does God really want me to be like? Why should it be the same? Why should it look similar?" The kidneys hide the face in both thighs. Closing it with both hands. 

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The time of return comes. Friday night Radit was getting ready after the Magrib prayer. He brought a laptop bag that was very necessary. Get out of the apartment to get down.

His return this time must have been warmly welcomed by the Mother. In addition to longing, the middle-aged woman had an important discussion that needed to be completed by the two of them. I don't know what the topic is.

"Bismillah. Good luck to the destination." Radit started driving. It feels good to be home. Meet family and of course women. 

From one of the rooms on the fourth floor Gendis looked at the car Radit passed leaving the building. The departure of the boss and friend to him leaves sadness. Two days without interacting with the man must have felt lonely. Wanted to prohibit. However, it has no rights. He was just a subordinate who had the opportunity to have a closer relationship with Radit.

"I envy that woman. Mr. Radit's eyes can't lie. Love exists." Gendis slowly closed the curtains. Move towards the bed and break down again. Weekend inu will be more gloomy without the presence of Radit who often meet at lunch.

Meanwhile, Radit himself was in the most beautiful mood. He even drove while chanting songs from one of the top famous bands.

When passing through the streets of this city. Radit saw a seller of brownies cake that is indeed one of the characteristics here. Without a second thought, the man rushed to the car. Go out for a while to buy some flavor variations. Not only for Kania, but also for the elderly. 

"Must be happy Nia," Radit said confidently. Back driving.

As a friend from birth, of course Radit already understands what food is the favorite of the hijab woman. How the woman whose full name is Kania Putri Cantika likes whatever sweet food. Even Kania can spend a box of chocolate if no one forbids it.

The trip was taken with about five hours. Radit arrived home at exactly twelve o'clock in the evening, five minutes. Tired, definitely. However, it will not be felt if given the most beautiful gift.

Spoiled car. Radit brought a few packets of cake inside after squeezing the bell and the bunda opened the door.

"Assalamualaikum," said Radit slowly. It's midnight. Surely the mother should have rest. Not good either.

Ms. Irma greeted happily with a sweet smile on her lips. "Wa'alaikum salutations." Hugged his son tightly. Thank God for giving salvation to the only son. "Thank God, you're home safe, son." A mother's love is strong. It's not kidding.

Radit happy. Here his love is beyond his love for Kania. The Mother is the duty of the Almighty to always be guarded in his old age. "Yes, Bun."

Radit enjoyed the warmth that was happening. Happy is amazing. "Sorry, interrupt your sleep." A regretful sentence was thrown from Radit's mouth.

There's no word to disturb in a mother's dictionary. "No, Son. Mother even worried because you are afraid of why in the street."

No matter how great a child is, you will still be worried about him. Consider them children who still need love without age restrictions.

Miss Irma let go of the hug. Smile sweetly by looking at her son's face. Exhausted sure. "You better get some rest. Mother, prepare dinner."

"Yes, Bun."

For a child to be able to go home and enjoy the cooking of parents is a blessing. Dreams and longing. Can not forget how the taste of cooking mixed with love is made and served. That's the successful form of parents in a child.

"Mother, go to the kitchen first, yes," said Ms. Irma.

Radit offered two packs of brownies. "This is a gift for Mother. These two make Kania his family."

Love is real. Can be seen without the need to wear tools. At this time Ms. Irma can see clearly the love of her child in the neighbor's child who is also considered her own biological child.

"You always remember Kania everywhere, yes, son," seduced Ms. Irma.

Radit's a little embarrassed. The mother herself can do that. Maybe it was found out.

"Kan, he's a close friend of mine, Bun. Nothing else" replied Radit trying to cover up his nervousness.

Ms. Irma took over the crackle bag Radit gave her. "Thank you, yeah, son. Yeah, you change your clothes first."

"Yes, Bun."

Ms. Irma first entered the house, while Radit was silent for a moment. Strangers may be able to guess easily if Radit behaves like that.

After feeling better, Radit immediately went to the second floor. The room was long unoccupied. It is very clean because it is well taken care of. The money is still the same.

"Welcome again in the most comfortable room," Radit added as he entered the innermost room area. Closing the door earlier and storing the bag.

Radit slammed himself into the bed. So tired. Driving alone for four hours without a break is exhausting. Draining the energy until it feels like to quickly enter the dream realm. However, it is also not good if you have to refuse dinner from the mother.

"It's a pity to be passed" muttered Radit rising from sleep. Tonight is coming to an end, but her stomach is asking to be filled first.