The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 71: Awkward

While waiting in line to enter the building, Yumna and Mesha's steps came to a halt. They stood next to the Zayan family. However, the two of them did not know until they sat inside.

Mesha gets a seat in the front two. Chairs for outstanding graduate escorts. Yumna escorted him to the chair she had written there.

"Mbak Sha I'm staying? My chair's in the back. It's okay, right?"

Despite the confusion, Mesha nodded.

"Yes, it's okay. Thanks." Thanks."

As Arsyanendra and the troupe walked towards the seats. He glanced at the figure of the girl who had sat first in the same row as him. The old man smiled.

"It turns out, the guy."

Mesha stands as Arsyanendra and his daughter-in-law pass by.

"You're an extra escort from Zayan?" tanya Kartika, Zayan's mother, with a low volume of voice almost whispered.

Mesha nodded politely.

"Okay, I'm sitting here, huh?" Kartika continued her sentence, then sat down next to Mesha.

For a moment, the awkwardness was created between the two women earlier. However, the voice of the host who opened the show, shifted their focus both.

Zayan was lined up as a student representative to speak on the podium. His smile widened as he looked towards the invitation chair. His heart was happy when it knew, the mother and the woman he loved, sitting side by side.

Event after event has been lived, all smoothly without obstacles until the end. Zayan's family was already waiting for the man in the photo booth area. Mesha stood awkwardly not far from them. In another corner, Karman and his entourage have taken pictures.

As Zayan exited the building, he waved at Karman, calling him to come closer.

"Come, take a photo!" bring him.

Zayan and Karman took a picture together, while Kartika, he walked closer to Mesha.

Mesha, who knew that she was Zayan's mother, immediately reached out, saluted and kissed the back of his hand.

"So, how long have you been in a relationship?"

"That's ...."

"Where did you go to college? Or work in which office?"

"I .. I'm not in college, Mom. Work at the food stall."

Mesha spoke in a low and gentle tone.

Kartika looked at the woman before her with a probing look.

"Beautiful anyway, but real time waitress?"

"Why is that? Working in a food stall is not a disgrace or a crime, Nduk!" Arsyanendra interrupted the word Kartika. Then he smiled, greeting Mesha. "I'm his grandfather, Zayan, Arsyanendra."

Just like what he did to Kartika, Mesha greeted the shady-looking man.

"Come, let's take a photo together!" arsyanendra.

"But, Sir. Our family was."

"Just like, come on!"

With an awkward gesture, Mesha walked behind Arsyanendra.

"Don't be hurt by the words of Zayan's mother yes, Nduk, he does like the slips so." Arsyanendra turned his head for a while and spoke to Mesha.

The woman just nodded, reverently.

Mesha steps down as Zayan's family takes a picture. However, Zayan instead pulled him to get closer.

"Where are you going?"

"That's .. We'll have the picture later, Mas. Both. I don't feel good about your mother." Mesha whispers.

"Okay, okay."

Just as Mesha was away, Grisa had just come, she was pulled by Kartika. Smiling with a pseudo victory to Mesha, as the photographer began to take pictures.

After a photo session with the family, Zayan approached Mesha.

"So promised, right? Come on!"

"Yes Mas. But take Yumna with him."

"Okay, just a minute."

The photographer took some pictures of the three of them.

"Well, now, freestyle! Don't stingy smile!" shouting photographer.

"Thank you for coming, Cha." Zayan smiled with sparkling eyes.

"It's not a big deal, Mom."

"I didn't expect you to actually come and be this beautiful, Cha."

"Thank you, Mum."

On the other hand, Karman and Yumna looked at the two lovebirds.

"Sama, me too. But don't cry, to. Ntar mekapmu mbleber, Yuyum."

"Where is! It's Madame Tarsyi's make-up, it's not that easy, Kakanda!" Yumna moved her index finger.

"Have, start again! I wonder why I want to be the same iki wedok. Hedeh!"

Kartika, who was still curious about Mesha, asked Grisa instead.

"You know that woman, Nduk?"

"Yes, know, Auntie."

"Well, how is he?"

"That's ...."

Kartika was stunned, then her facial water changed.

Yumna came up between Zayan and Mesha.

"Udah, go first! Kebaya used by Ms. Mesha, I should be flipped to Madame's place." Yumna gently hugged Mesha's shoulder.

"So, he left with you, Yum?"

"That's true!"

"Thank you, yeah."

"Heleh Mas Zay, like anyone!"

Mesha waved, stiffly, at Zayan as Yumna took her home. A smile adorned his lips.

After Mesha left, Kartika pulled Zayan.

"Mommy wants to talk to you, it's important!"

"About what, Mom? Thank you for Zay's graduation? Don't think about it, then let Zay take care of everything."

"Not about the woman."

"Female? An echa?"

"What's his name."

Arsyanendra felt something was wrong. The man looked at the face of Kartika.

"Why did you reject Grisa for that macem woman, Zay? Are there no other women?" cerocos Kartika when everything has entered the car.

"What does mom mean?"

"Woman! She's been widowed twice and all her husbands died on the first night! Don't you know how your mother feels?"

"But, Mum. Death and fortune are the secrets of God. Zayan could have been a match and lived happily with Echa ...."

"Sir, there's nothing! I don't want to risk the life of my only son. The point! Find another woman!"

"But Zay's been looking for him long ...."

Arsyanendra, who had been sitting in his chair, began to feel uncomfortable.

"Why are you, Nduk? Talk this way on the road. Can't you just wait to get to my house? Keep on taking it from earlier."

"I, as her mother, am again worried about her future, sir. I couldn't stand the taste."

"Already, already! I'll get to my house later."

The atmosphere in the car was silent, after Arsyanendra expressed his protest.

Elsewhere, Mesha had already removed the makeup and returned the clothes he had rented earlier. He was sitting with Yumna and Karman in a cafe not far from the salon.

"I was looking bad, Mas Zay's mother's face when she came home, Ms. Sha. Is there a problem?"

"I don't know, Deck." Mesha lowered his head, stirring his juice with a straw.

"Often, Aunty Kartika is friendly and smiley" said Karman.

"I didn't say anything. I told you, this is not going to work! Any old man would want me to be a son-in-law."

Yumna stared at Mesha sharply.

"My mom wants to, too, Sha. Even though I know that Sha ma'am ...."

"Ah, yes. Sorry."

Mesha looked deeper.

"Wes to, Ma'am. Don't think about it. Because already outside, Mbak Sha to home alone. Nanyain's mother continues, you know."

"Can."

"I'll just y'all? I want to go out with my family, too." Karman asked permission.

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