The Mate at the Beginning
Chapter 118 Light conversation

Yahya POVs

I tried to refrain from texting her, wanting to know her response and I admit she was very strong by not contacting me AT ALL!!! How can???

But it is precisely here that I am distraught to endure the mountain of longing and is there he thinking of me???

Kaya deh.

Does he actually like me???

These thoughts are like trying to kill me. Why is this so rich teenage boy who is again bucinnya.....It shouldn't be like this at my current age!!!

"Why is it so rich in stress?" suddenly he appeared like a dedemit, just startling. He took a sitting position near me. I just glanced at him.

This weekend, Latifa, sister Hanif and her two children stayed at home, not because of mom's request but her monthly routine. Want to be taken at the beginning, middle or end of the month is up to the important purpose of visiting parents.

"Yeay...dyandiin also even ogled...got very clear....huuh...." she grunts, already a mother of two children but still a rich girl, but still,speaking of which is still original and not arranged much different from Mita even though we were just the two of her still polite talking.yah..yah.so keinget him again, how the more missed I got.

He continued to look at me intently as if looking for the answer on my face to his unanswered question.

"If yah...ahahaha.." point it in my face while laughing at my true condition.

"Where???"

"Kangeeen...bangeeet....???" he mocked me, I snarled. His face was deliberately surprised by the lip-closing style.

"Yaa ambyuun.." tuh right.punya sodara asem really, not entertaining instead of pissing me off.

Instead of listening to his frown, sleep. Bodo is very much the same family togetherness while my heart languishes because of love....

"Where are you going?" tanyanya jutek because I live alone on the edge of the pool.

"You go to the bathroom, come on?" ask me while smiling cynically, reply to her that reply with a snort.

Whether made of what his heart, a mother but her nature is far from the word mother still likes to judge his own sister, do not remember the age indeed.

Passing through the living room, there was mama, papa, kak Hanif, Maira and Zidan who were playing together.

"Where are you going, son?" it should be like a mother, asking meekly.

I'm confused what to answer? If the same sister Latifa can lie because the person is crazy but if the same mother I do not have the heart, it feels like lying to yourself and making sad.

"Here we sit together." mama patted the couch nearby and I could only obey. I have a lot of respect for my mom so I don't want to let her down, go for a slow walk and sit next to her.

"Sir Hanif's mother said she wanted a weekly night here but was tired because from the morning help packing Mita's belongings, she had started to install items to be delivered there." the inner bond between mother and child is his name, not much to ask, his speech is normal but makes me calm for a moment, lost the bad thoughts that were as if instigating me to be emotional.

"Halah..had not pantes you are rich that is, kangen well phone use sell expensive." This is what makes me more doubt, really her mother Maira same Zidan, kolokan that her person.

"Mama's Maira.." mama's ultimatum, mama's mama's mama's mama's raincoat.

"Part of heart...keep your mind...keep your mouth because your mouth is your day.." I don't need to defend myself because my mother will definitely advise her children to be kind. I saw Brother Hanif shake his head. Grateful brother Hanif kalem if both brangasan.

"Mr....." Zidan ran a little towards his mother with a frown.

"What's the matter, baby?" latifa's sister when dealing with her child turns calm like a real mother.

"Akak Maila.." point him to Maira. Maira immediately stood up with an angry face, not accepting the complaint to her mother.

"Adek Zidan naughty mama..he ruined my toy, his Barbie head separated from his body so it is not borrowed anymore with his sister." he explained loudly and firmly. I remember those who captured Mita on her marriage contract mas Dani, what will be the big storm again???

These two children clashed, against the force through the sharp gaze of his eyes, as sharp as a sword. At the moment my conclusion is that these two children look like their mothers, they both do not want to budge and one has a brave soul. Wonder why no one is rich.

Latifa looked at her husband like she was giving a gesture that was immediately responded to well by Hanif.

Brother Hanif approached and squatted in front of Maira.

"Try here you see!" brother Hanif took the doll without any rejection from Maira and saw the condition of Barbie's head separated from her body.

"O Allah has great pity on his doll." His expression was made as sad as possible as if he had felt the pain of the doll whose head was severed.

"Ah.....Thank God you can.." his voice was like a child who was excited to do something and Maira clapped with a big smile.

"Yeah.....Thank God my doll is healed." Maira hugged her doll affectionately. Now turn to look at Zidan with a serious face.

"Adeek..sinii!" brother Hanif waved at Zidan who looked reluctant then looked at his mother who immediately nodded trying to convince Zidan to approach his father.

"Where's hand?" Zidan was already scared of his father's beat.

"Where's his hand?" repeat brother Hanif is firm but not rude. Zidan hesitantly raised his left hand.

"Right hand!" brother Hanif and Zidan's orders raise their right hands.

"Adek apologized to big brother....!" orders again. Zidan looked back at his mother as if asking for her consent. I think this kid went to his mom and was scared of his dad.

"So I'm wrong with my sister so I have to apologize." Latifa did not lose sternly, I was wrong to ask Zidan to be defended and finally Zidan apologized to his brother.

"Sister..adee sorry...." Zidan apologized as much as he could because of his young age, not being able to say well and correctly.

"Sister..please please, sorry!" pinta her father sincerely with a clear face. Maira was silent for a while and then nodded.

"Daddy...sister sorryin but don't repeat yah...!" Maira hugged Zidan fondly. Good teaching, I said, but unfortunately it didn't apply to his mother and me. This is often overlooked, teaching children to be kind but their parents don't.

The two children returned to play together and seemed very happy to share the toys.

"Mommy wants to call Mita, isn't she busy?" mama said while glancing at me. Mom seemed to know the meaning of my silence.

After a while the phone was connected, he appeared with a haggard face looking tired.

"Assalamu....."

"Walaikum salam.." We reply simultaneously. He was still unfocused, his gaze bowed down like he was looking for something.

Wants to talk straight away but I hold it, let mama do the talking and I listen enough.

"What's the first, baby?"

"Huh....!" he raised his gaze.

"I'm sorry.this again find the button just go under the table."

"Those nights?"

"Yes.mumpung there is time" he replied trying to smile wide but his name was tired so a tired smile.

"Can I help you tomorrow?" he's rich thinking.

"His wealth is not yet ma'am. It's still busy packing things to bring." she still calls mommy by the name of mom.

"Lha said Ms. Beautiful had been escorted to a new house.." she smiled again.

"So that's a big one, ma'am.

"Capek yeah?"

"Alhamdulillah can be tired." Mama looks confused. I'm sure the answer will be different. Mama frowned.

"God willing without fatigue we will not know how rich good bodies taste." What I said. Mama's still loading, I'm laughing.

"I mean Ma.....Kaya pain does not taste good, does Ma?" I tried to explain and my mother understood.

"It's different if it's healthy...which good?"

"Ah yes...maklum already like to not understand...ehehehe.." I became laughing.

And tonight was just a light conversation, but it relieved me. Knowing she was well I was happy and I saw her enjoying this light conversation, her cheerful face was not as pleasant as before.