WHY LOVE
S2-Let's Live Each Other's Lives

Malik

Along the way, his left hand always grasped tightly the fingers of Rahma who sat in the seat beside him. He drove with one hand on the creeping edge of the capital. He only briefly took off when he had to pass the gear, then again grasped the wife's soft hand, occasionally kissed him with a friendly.

Today was the first day he returned to the office. And Nico told about the arrival of Mama Indah to Mother's house who threatened to cancel her wedding. Where can, I suspect.

And after this magrib, he decided to invite the wife to visit the residence of Mama Indah. Hoping that her biological mother was broken heart would accept Rahma as a daughter-in-law.

"Darling, if Mama keeps rejecting you, don't mind. Just look at me as one. I will always be there, guarding and protecting you."

"When I decided to accept my brother, I was prepared for the consequences. Brother don't worry..."

The conversation before coming out of the apartment earlier made him smile with relief. It turns out that Rahma is not only soft hearted but also strong and strong character.

"Same madam, there's Malik!" As soon as he got in front of the high gate and security greeted him.

"Mas, his son. Please come in." Security said politely but the pain in the forehead signifies as if astonished by the request of his employer's son.

"Mr phone in. Tell me there's Malik!" He repeated his orders. Security must not obey his orders.

"Why is it like that?" Rahma asked when the car had reached the yard of the luxury house.

"Let's go in, Mama's already there." Answer's relaxed. Because he wouldn't wait if Bibi had to call Mama first. He wanted to leave the house as soon as possible. Very lazy if you have to meet his stepfather and step-sister who is always ketusi towards him.

"Aren't you afraid?!" He gave a stern look. The two hands intertwined as they walked side by side until they stood in the doorway.

"When you're with your brother, you're not afraid." Rahma blinked her eyes by commenting on her sweet smile.

"My wife pinter's a tombal, too." He could not bear to peek at Rahma's cheek. Anxious.

The effect? Of course Rahma blushed with a tinge of red hue on the cheek.

Handle door made of teak wood that he pushed slowly. He and Rahma passed through the empty living room.

Sure enough, once passing through the living room and turning to the family room, there was already Mama Indah sitting waiting with her husband.

"Dear Malik, how are you?" Mama Indah greeted her arrival and hugged tightly.

"Where are you, son? Mom looking into apartment no. Mama Indah looked at her with a sigh but also ignored Rahma who was clearly standing beside her with her hands interlocked.

"Mom, we're married." He ignored his mother's question.

"Rahma was Malik's wife. We got married 9 days ago." He turned to encapsulate Rahma's shoulder and stared meaningfully. As if you said you should not be afraid.

Rahma nodded and commented a smile.

"Ma, how are you?" Rahma's hand was stretched out to kiss the back of her hand.

He saw clearly the rejection of his mother who brushed her hands with a stern face. Sourly.

Rahma looked down so her hand was ignored.

He who saw Rahma's reaction immediately rubbed his shoulders as if giving calm support, there I am.

"Malic. Mama doesn't want a daughter-in-law like her." Mama Indah glanced at Rahma with her eyes tails. "You should cancel this wedding. Mama's got a clear candidate for seedlings, bebet, weights." Mama Beautiful looked at him sharply.

"Ehem..."

The sound of Om Theo deheman when the atmosphere began to heat up.

"This is why it's still on the stand. Let's talk while sitting down. Ma'am...." Om Theo approached Mama Indah and stared motionlessly.

"No need, Om. We won't be long." He responded by taking a quick look at his stepfather.

"Ma, Malik doesn't want to argue." He took a long breath.

"If you don't like Rahma, it's okay. Let's live our own way." He closed his eyes after saying that. His little heart certainly does not want the relationship with his mother is tenuous.

"MALICK!" Mama Indah growled with a reddened face.

"For the sake of the women of this village, you become a child of disobedience, hah."

He tightened his grip and felt Rahma's hands sweat cold after Mama Indah said the insult.

"It's up to your mom's judgment." He said calmly did not want to be provoked to be angry.

"Malik respects Mama as Malik's biological mother at any time. But if Mama doesn't like Malik's way of life, let's just respect each other, Ma. No need to be hostile."

The situation became quiet because Mama Indah no longer answered. He picked the crescent and grabbed his mother's sculpting hand with a flat expression as he kissed the back of the slightly wrinkled fine hand.

He only nodded his face when he said goodbye to Om Theo.

Rahma nodded her face with an awkward smile as a sign of goodbye to her in-laws.

He walked in leisurely steps while hugging his wife's waist. His heart was really hoping that his mother would call him back. Saying regret and willing to bless the woman of his choice.

Hope is hope.

Until his footsteps came out the door there was no sound of the mother holding him.

Alright.

He breathed hard.

"Remember..."

"The patient gate.... We pray Mama opens her heart." Rahma stroked her palms with eyes of sorrow.

He smiled wryly for glimpses of the past with the mother who only indulged with money that dally filled his ATM card while still in school. But not with my darling. Very less.

He continued to smile with loving eyes for the wife who appeased his heart.

Goodby. I don't know when I'm gonna step foot into this house again.

The car drove out the towering iron gate.

That there is. He did not expect the relationship with the person who had given birth to be tenuous let alone break up.

Mother's love all the time. Love dad all the way. Love the child throughout the pole.

The proverb became ambiguous to him. It may not even apply to his life's destiny.

"Drink, Bang."

His wandering mind was jolted by the offer of a bottle of mineral water touching his shoulder.

"Abang do not drive while daydreaming. Just change me!" Rahma looked worriedly at her husband who was silent with a gloomy face.

He who had gulped down half the bottle of water, shook his head.

"Sorry, it makes you anxious." He took a quick glance and rubbed Rahma's head.

"Rahma, sorry about what Mama said. Don't put it in the heart huh." He glanced again at a glance without neglecting his focus on observing the streets.

Cup

"I'm Rahma, the woman who's not a crybaby."

Cup

The two kisses that Rahma put on her cheeks made her smile wide and sparkled cheerfully.

"I love you, my son." He pulled Rahma closer and leaned on her shoulder.

"Love you too, my priest." Rahma leaned her face with her hands.

"Where are we going now?" He dyed long the top of Rahma's head wrapped in hijab, when the traffic light turned red.

Kruwukk.

Rahma hid her face. Embarrassed by the sound of a worm orchestra suddenly ringing.

He laughed with shaken shoulders. Comforted by his wife's behavior.

"Well, I know where to go...." He stepped on the gas pedal again when the green light was on. With the oddity that still adorns her lips because Rahma still hides her face.

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