Don't Cry Mother
JMB 11'S. Walk with Legs, Not Eyes

Tong Ting

The bell rang. There was the sound of people walking quickly towards the door and opening it. The man with the disheveled face and the disheveled hair actually looked so messy. The person in front of the door only let out a heavy sigh. Never had he seen a friend so tangled as he is today.

" You why the hell Yas?'

" Go in Pan, just say it inside."

Yes, Yasa and Typhoon Arsyanendra are good friends. Yasa who is a lecturer often makes suits in Cyclone boutiques for various campus events. Moreover, he attacked young professors who do a lot of seminars, he certainly needs an outfit that suits his show. Their closeness is also formed. Not only with Typhoon, actually, with the children of the Rama and Juna families he was also close.

" What's up, Yas, why did you suddenly derail your engagement. Aren't you in love with Ciara? Then why did you decide to get in touch with him?"

A series of questions posed by Typhoon. Maybe it seems outrageous because the time is not right. But as a close friend Typhoon was honestly surprised by what Yasa did. Yasa is a man in charge so far Typhoon knows him.

" My mind's fucked Pan. When I saw Ciara I felt like I knew the girl. As time goes by I don't know why I feel wrong. Of love? I don't know, obviously I don't feel anything to Ciara. I just feel like I know his face but it's not."

" Hey, the girl? Wh who? You mean you're wrong that person. Oh c-mon is Yas."

Yasa again shuffled his hair. He was frustrated with his own thoughts. He knew Ciara but he didn't. He hopes his taste develops but apparently does not. Especially when he saw Ciara dress up yesterday during the engagement event, Yasa increasingly did not recognize Ciara.

" Arggghhhh I think I'm really crazy. My mind is so fucked Pan. Haaah." huh."

" Yes, I'm gonna ask you. Before you met Ciara, you had a relationship with another girl?"

Yasa instantly fell silent. He closed his eyes trying to remember something he had been trying to remember. But as hard as he remembered it still did not find the slightest gap. This is actually what makes YASA confused half to death.

" Once, I'll get you a drink to let your brain watered."

" What's the shitty relationship."

The typhoon chuckled, he passed into the kitchen and fetched warm water for the friend. Soon after he returned, Typhoon was sitting on the sofa right next to Yasa. He extended the warm water to Yasa and was immediately swallowed up. The cyclone just shook his head slowly.

Just this time he saw Yasa was completely unlike himself. It was like losing direction. Typhoon is a little concerned. The young professor was usually always calm in the face of problems, but this time Yasa seemed to be in trouble.

The typhoon rested its body on the sofa like an exhausted person. Suddenly, his hand touched something. A small object tucked into the corner of the sofa. The man took it and watched closely.

" Yas, since when do you wear earrings?"

" Cockfuck, I don't demen ye use so-so?"

The typhoon gave a small object that turned out to be an earring to Yasa. Yasa was of course confused, since when there was that thing in his apartment. Female earrings? Does it belong to Ciara? of course not, Yasa never put any woman into his unit except the mother and sister.

" Is this mom's, or is it Yara's?"

" You're not into girls, Yas. Didn't it have a girl before you knew Ciara."

" No way, I never did that. I asked my mother. Who knew this had mom fall in here."

Typhoon is only mangosteen.maybe it has Hasna, he did not want to think more.

Hasna and Radi who were still busy with their analyses after returning to the ward were suddenly startled by the arrival of Ciara. Her daughter-in-law was seen coming to visit her with a parcel of fruit and flowers.

Hasna instantly turned her confused expression into a smile.

" I'm sorry about you and aunt, Ciara just looked at you now."

" It's okay, son, we should be apologizing a lot to you and your family. We're really sorry about the incident the other day."

Hasna really sincerely said that. He looked at Ciara's face carefully. Ciara's beautiful paras and polite and kind behavior really makes people happy if they get a daughter-in-law like her. But at once Hasna thought, if it is true what was her prejudice about Tara then it is very very very kasian Ciara later.

Apart from Tara who Hasna feels has something to do with Yasa, her son must make a decision about his heart. When I spoke yesterday it seemed like Yasa did not love Ciara. This certainly should not be protracted, the heart of the girl who was currently sitting in front of him would definitely get even more sick.

" I'm sorry, son. Maybe this is all the wrong om who is too rushed."

" Not om, Om Radi is not wrong. Maybe the process is like this. Ciara could understand. Ciara will wait for Kak Yasa to make a decision. But if I can be honest, Ciara really loves Kak Yasa. Both om and aunty, Ciara said goodbye so that aunt can rest."

" Thank you son, say our regards to your parents."

Ciara nodded and smiled, she then greeted the two Yasa parents alternately and said goodbye to go home. When he reached outside Hasna's nursery, the girl sighed. There was a little bit of sadness in him that said maybe he would not be able to continue this relationship. But Ciara certainly will not give up quickly.

" Assalamualaikum sis, what more. Is brother healthy. I just went to see Aunt Hasna."

" Waalikumsalam. I'm healthy. Thanks Ra."

Ciara smiled. At least Yasa was still willing to reply to his message. He put his phone back in his bag and walked to the exit. But his steps came to a halt as his body crashed onto someone.

" Woelaaah street wear eyes dong."

" Astagfirullah, sorry om. Sorry I didn't intentionally. But by the way, the road is using your feet and not using your eyes."

" Am om am om, when did I marry my aunt lo. Hisssh, shucks. I'm not old yet also times pake called om."

The man who was accidentally hit by Ciara was grumbling as he passed. Ciara just shook her head slowly looking at the person's behavior. But he was indifferent and resumed his footsteps.

If Ciara was indifferent, that man was still grumbling. The bouquet of flowers he was carrying almost fell and broke. Luckily his hands were firmly grasping. The man tapped on one of the nurseries and opened it. Smiles

it expands perfectly when it enters the space.

" Assalamualaikum om aunty. What is aunt's condition."

" Waalaikumsalam. Alhamdulillah good. How are your mom and dad?"

TB