The Mate at the Beginning
Chapter 125 Mistake mom

"Let's go home!" seen mama's face bent and pouting, her voice also sounded rancid beat the sting of cayenne pepper. His emotions were like a wave of sea water that would not recede, continuing to hit whatever was near him. Mita and Yahya looked at each other, took a breath and followed behind.

"Almost to the restaurant, mama want a discussion of the date of your wedding" he said upset, Yahya already want to protest given the situation of the restaurant is crowded, he said,it would not be good to let his parents meet or there will be a commotion to see the attitude of the mother who is emotional but immediately refuted....

"Mom should get there NOW!" he continued with glaring eyes, not wanting to be denied.

"But Ma.." and immediately blocked his hand by Mita, giving a sign not to talk. Yahya remembered Mita's message the other day when he told her about her parents' problems, when everything could not be resolved then submit to Allah SWT, then,the path may look bad, but God knows what is best for His servant. He nodded in understanding and took a deep breath, trying to entrust the circumstances to the giver of life.

"Bismil was bornrohmanirrohim." he said lirih then drove his car at medium speed. In Yahya's heart pray that this is the best.

"Let's be faster until when nyampek there if the road is slow like this." mama Tita grumbled, continuing to vent his emotions this time to Yahya who seemed to be trying to spread himself. And this time also Mita felt she had to distract Mama Tita with something light and comforting.

"Ma..sabaaar, patient man his ass wide...hihihi...." Mita throws guyonan while giggling amusedly.

"Inget not just saying that?" Mita played her eyebrows and deliberately also called for a mas to comfort Yahya's heart which she believed was holding back because it continued to be the target of her mother's anger. Mita could feel that.

Yahya immediately smiled widely, called mas feels different and makes him happy.

"Can repeat....."

"What?" Mita pretends not to know with a frown.

"That one...."

"Which one.." seduced by Mita.

"Patient person his ass is wide.." continued Mita still pretending to be stupid.

"Call.I like to be called mas, it feels good." Yahya smiled as he glanced with a spoiled expression, making Mita smile in a timid mix. This is like they are playing a role, We throw Yahya bait with swift welcome, natural looks do not look contrived. Mama Tita who listened so she smiled to see the happiness of her son and his future wife who was actually trivial.

"You are..mama is rich in mosquito repellent see your romance ck...." Mama Tita clucked as she mixed with a happy smile,Yahya and Mita just smiled awkwardly, glancing at each other with their heads down.

"The rich gini that makes Mama can't wait to see you guys get married" he continued, looking at the two from the back seat.

"Where do you think you are?" Yahya took a breath, not getting married which was the problem but his mother's wishful thinking about the luxurious wedding reception that was his consideration. While his father did not say anything but read from his face that seemed to mind.

"Ma...can Yahya express Yahya's desire?" this is one way to subtly persuade people.

"Of course dong dear, just talk." said mama Tita softly, it looks like Mita's efforts succeeded, her mood has calmer.

"God willing, we are ready to get married in the near future, just can not be done simply" said Yahya softly. Yahya is still waiting for his mother's reaction if angry then he will not continue.

"As per the ability of the two of us, just gather the family."

"As a child, Yahya has been very grateful to the mother papa who has taken care of Yahya until now, financing all the needs of Yahya...."

"Whatever your mother does will never be able to reply Yahya.so please..for marriage do not make Yahya increasingly indebted to your mother papa."

"Yes Ma.What Yahya said is that the reception of marriage is not a problem for us because the most important thing is our intention is worship."

"Making the household sadinah mawadah warohmah.." continued Mita, giving support to Yahya to convince mama.

"Yahya pity Papa..beliau old but now still have to work again...."

"What if you get sick from exhaustion?"

"Well, I'm going to feel guilty."

"Well, grown-ups don't want to burden you anymore, that's enough......" Yahya shook his head, Mama Tita pensively thought about her son's words.

"But mama is ashamed to be the same with her mama's cuddle.." said mama lirih after being silent for a while.

"They will surely mock the mama who is talking about throwing your wedding party with luxury and festive." Mama's back inflamed and pouted. Yahya took a breath.

"But pity you if you have to be burdened with our lavish wedding expenses."

"Butiii....." My mother did not continue. Mita gave Yahya a code to slow the car down before stepping in to sit in the back seat. To reach the recesses of one's heart one must be approached and speak softly.

"Ma..berteman can but also must be smart to carry yourself." while grasping hands and staring at the mother stick.

"Friends....if you are friends with people who like to teach insya Allah we will like to teach and vice versa if you are friends with people who like foya-foya then we will also like poya-foya....." Mita rubbed Tita's mom's hand.

"Certainly so?" Mita tested Yahya's bowed mother, seemingly thinking deeply.

"Rather than thinking of other people's mocking or insulting remarks why you didn't learn to think about your own family feelings that were clearly more caring....."

"If now they're just mocking mama how when mama's going to be hard, won't they be mocking mama more...." Mama Tita looked back at Mita, looking for the truth in her eyes.

"Even we don't know behind my mom they could have insulted me...." Mama was still listening, no intention of interrupting in the slightest.

"Why force yourself if only to please others while the desire of mama makes papa, the closest people to mama depressed?"

"But mom hurt to listen to what they say Yahya is his son physically ok, work is ok but why rich ogah same women...." mama Tita said in a fiery voice and then snorted violently.

"It was as if they were happy to laugh at Yahya's suffering.." he said in annoyance.

"So mama wanted to shut them up, yahya wasn't gay and can now get married to a fancy wedding party." Mita smiled, here the less appropriate is mama Tita chose the wrong friend so it was like digging a hole for yourself and finally fell into, to come out was heavy.

"Ma.. people are free to argue and we. can not ask them to agree with us, can not silence the mouth of people who are used to it."

"Now Mita asked...do you have money for our wedding?" Mom nodded weakly.

"Continue?"

"Please ask for papa." replied Mama short. Mita took a breath.

"Keep if papa doesn't have money what should?"

"Debit?" mita asked, Mama looked back.

"If so, what happens?" Mita asks mom to imagine for herself.

"What do we get out of a fancy party?"

"Praised by everyone but the money runs out may even have debts...Isn't that torturing yourself in name?" Mama looks confused.

"We are not advising just reminding..if you can leave rich friends so."

"Mama still has arisan..still have branded goods installments.." explained mama while glancing towards Yahya like a fear.

"Return the branded goods." proposed Mita gave a solution.

"Later mama's money lost dong because the goods that have been purchased can not be returned."

"Have you got the arise?" sela Yahya, Mama nodded weakly.

"Make their treat the same as buying jewelry." answered the honest mama while crashing, afraid to see the response of her son who might be angry.

"How much could Ma be?" Mama showed me ten fingers. Mita and Yahya glared in shock.

"Ten million?" yahya asked to make sure, mama nodded grimly, as if regretting her actions. All this time demanding her husband to comply with his wishes, not aware if it has been too far to act out of bounds.

"Every time you pay how much?" Mom showed me one finger.

"How many times?" Mom showed me five fingers.

"About once a month?" Mom nodded weakly.

"Sunday SE KA Li.." said the mother hesitated and stammered.

"Huh..." both compact respond huh.

"MAMA....." Yahya turned irritated, We sighed, he did not want to get involved.

"Pay a papa is depressed...." Yahya grunts.

"I also if in the position of papa males met mama, capek work mama foya-foya...means one month four million just for the transaction of cement?" Yahya returned to shakes.

"Mama doesn't appreciate papa's hard work, don't think of papa's feelings." now replace Yahya who nags and Mita can't stop.

"Sorry.." said the mother bowed while playing her fingers.

"How many installments?" Mama showed me one finger, bent the other half. Yahya and Mita again glared in shock.

"It's an outrageous mama a week asking for two and a half million?"

"Are you not afraid of stress?" Mama was getting down, embarrassed by her actions. His anger just evaporated.

"Why so angry?"

"Not sorry and sorry...."

"Papa's orders often go berserk to mama so this is the problem?"

"Pope should be angry not mama...."

"This time if you pay straight home do not hang out...or mama want to be cemented with me or Mita?" history knows Yahya, recently Mita saw Yahya talk a lot because he was upset. He is angry but can still control himself, staying in a stable volume even though it is a bit sewot.

Without her consent, Yahya turned the wheel so immediately drove Mita home.