Two Men
Radit was worried

At home, Radit is restless. He came home first and there was no overtime. Actually there is, but he chose to exchange with his friend.

Radit cleanses the body, then Maghrib prayers at home mushola. This time he did not go to the mosque. His body felt stiff and all hurt. 

"Astagfirullah," he murmured as he laid on the bed.

The man was silent. Rethinking Mr. Joni's offer to him. He feels a dilemma. On the one hand, it's very good for his career. But here another. It was so hard to get away from Kania. Ah ... confusing indeed.

Radit closed his eyes. Remembering some of the sweet things that he had passed with Kania. The past is so beautiful. It clearly felt in the chest.

Not felt, an hour passed Radit fell silent while sleeping. The prayer time of Isha came. He got up and returned to his duty.

In this mosque, he only prayed by himself. Her mother is in a hitch. And so, he enjoyed it alone.

Salad done. From the direction of the kitchen smelled fragrant typical cuisine of the mother. Radit's smell was sharp, his feet stepped leading him towards the kitchen which was also not far from the mosque on the first floor.

The fragrance took him there. Where the Mother looks to turn off the stove, and bring a small pot to the dining table.

"Mother, cook soto, huh?" Radit asked as he approached.

Ms. Wati - her mother Radit-was surprised to hear her son's voice. It was fortunate that the pot had already landed smoothly on the dining table.

"You are, son. Habits if you come to play ask questions," replied Ms. Irma.

Radit pulled up the dining table chair, sitting quietly there. "Sorry, Bun." Radit's eyes looked for one more figure. The person in his eyes is like a superhero. "Loh, I'm not home yet, are you, Bun?"

Bu Wati who was arranging the dining table also shook his head quickly. "Yet. There may be other interests."

Radit nodded. Got it.

"Please, help Mother bring the plate to the table, yes. Mother, want to finish the dirty dishes to the sink," pinta Bu Irma.

"Ready, Bun." Radit stood up. His age may not be small anymore. But in front of his parents. He continued to obey and obey as long as it did not break the rules.

Radit took three dishes, took them to the dinner table and they sat side by side.

The cuisine of the city is nothing to beat. Therefore, Radit always tried to eat at home if it is not working hours or there are other interests. Besides being frugal. He tastes very fancy home cooking and teases the tongue.

They ate after praying. There was a little discussion between the two.

"Bun, I have something to say" Radit said.

Bu Wati who was sipping sip soto even turned her head. "About what, son?" His forehead is slightly wrinkled. He looks curious.

Radit chews his food first. He has not talked about this to his parents. "Look ... Mr. Joni, give me an offer."

"Offer?" Ms. Wati asked back.

Radit nodded slowly.

"What kind of offer?"

Radit started to tell. Where he was offered to move to Bandung and his position will immediately rise. It might be a promotion.

"God willing, this is a good opportunity, son." Bu Wati welcomed with pleasure. The prayers he prayed were answered. Obviously, he not only asked for Radit's success in the world, but also success in the afterlife. "Mother, the horror."

Bu Wati looked at Radit deeply. Observing the change in the face of his son's face. "Why you?"

"I'm confused, Bun," replied Radit. Maybe Radit can be said to be the child of Mother. Because, he is more comfortable telling stories and exchanging ideas with his mother than with his father. 

Miss Irma's forehead shriveled. "Why?" He knew that his son was not well. "You don't want to? Mother, no problem."

Radit shook his head quickly again. "Not that. But …." It was hard for the man to say what was in his heart.

"Try to talk the same, Mother. Maybe Mommy can help you," said Ms. Wati

"I'd like to accept the offer, but I also don't want to be away from Kania. I know this is childish. But that's the truth."

Ms. Irma understood. Radit's friendship with Kania has been established since infancy. His son is heavy hearted.

"Yes, don't be accepted," said Ms. Wati. He returned to continue his food. As a parent, he positioned himself in the middle. Radit doesn't need to be pressured into something his son can decide for himself. Radit has a right to his life.

"Sir Joni keeps pushing, Bun. He said that I was the right employee and the most suitable in this position," said Radit.

It's like a simalakama for Radit. However, in these two days he had to decide. And, this decision is what will be the next determinant.

"You can pray with God. Ask to be given the best. For what men think is good is not necessarily good according to God. So ... if confused, it is better to meet God," advised Bu Wati.

"Yes, Bun. In the Lord, I am ready for whatever will be my decision later" Radit said.

"Well, it's mandatory. Because every decision has its own risks."

There was always a calmness that Radit felt after talking to his mother. His eyes seemed wide open. This can make his brain think clearly.

Dinner's done. Radit helps her mother bring dirty dishes to the kitchen. Wash it like a girl while talking again.

"Eh, yes, Mother to forget. Later, when you're done. Please, take this soto to Kania's house, yeah. He also likes it like you, "pinta Bu Wati who turns out to be heating soto sauce on the stove.

"Should it be now, Bun?" ask Radit. His right hand held a foaming sponge.

"Yes, atuh. Kan, let it be good to eat."

"I'm lazy, Bun." 

"Eh, well, Mother's child is lazy."

"Tomorrow, yeah."

"Yes, don't take it."

Radit is not lazy to deliver soto. However, he is not ready to meet Kania. In the office, he tried to avoid it. Therefore, if you can negotiate. He doesn't want to do it now.

"If you give food to that person, it cannot be yesterday. It must be freshly cooked. It does not matter, but we must know the manners," advised Bu Wati.

Radit who still does the dishes has no choice. He finally agreed to his mother's orders.

"Yes, Mother. I'm anterine now" replied Radit.

Bu Wati looked to the side. The position of the stove and dishwasher is opposite. The middle-aged mother smiled happily as well as proudly. "You are a good boy."