Don't Cry Mother
JMB 31. Candidate Candidate for Mantu

Hasna was very happy when Yasa came home with a basket for strawberries. Especially when he tried to eat it, ehhmm the sweet taste mixed with acid was really pampering his mouth. Fruit picked immediately feels fresher than those purchased at supermarkets or fruit stores.

" Aah looks like you have to go there to pick your own," Hasna said and continued her fruit-eating event.

Yasa smiled knot. Her mother was a big fan of fruits but there is one fruit that she does not like is durian. In the house only Hasna herself who does not like the type of fruit that has a sharp aroma. Every time Radi and his two children bought and ate the fruit, Hasna chose to run away and stay in the room.

" Oh yeah I forgot, so Kaluna Sama Tara now lives on the plantation so? then how about your invitation to get married?"

" Kaluna asked for a month to think. After that he will answer. But~"

Yasa hanging his sentence made Hasna curious. Because Hasna never answered, she landed a hand on the back of the son.

" Mommy, slowly, that part is the part that's in the scalpel."

" Oh yes, maap. End of you, say a piece"

yasa rolled his eyes lazily hearing Hasna's reply. Her mother's behavior was absurd. Absolutely an absurd virus and it's spreading everywhere.

" Patience dong bu. I'm patient with my dear father. Dah ya yasa continued, but Kaluna want us not to meet for a month."

" that? Do you agree that?"

" Of course not, that's delicious. I'll keep seeing him. There's Tara. Tell me Tara wants to see you in order. Kaluna won't protest if it's Tara's connection."

Hasna chuckled amusedly with her pura. Yasa is infected with the love virus. But Hasna didn't bother him. It made Hasna happy. The sooner Yasa can melt Kaluna's heart, the better. He was very happy with his son's spirit.

Another Yasa is Ciara. This Sunday the girl was still struggling with her work. He was really upset by a man. There is a little sense of wonder that surrounds Ciara. the man he knows as a president of J. D. Coal was changing his attitude.sometimes good and sometimes annoying. It was like dealing with a different person.

Like earlier, he suddenly got a call to change the design of the president's room which was stone. The beginning of the president asked for an elegant style but suddenly turned into a minimalist style with a monochrome feel. It really makes Ciara want to stick the head of the president.

" Patience Ci, patience. Patient man has long intestines."

Feeling sad and in need of enlightenment, the girl finally snatched the key of her motorcycle and walked out of the house. One question was asked by my mother. Ciara only answered wanting to find the wind while looking for seblak. laila just shook her head slowly looking at her daughter's behavior.

" It's 7 p.m., it's still there, '" murmured Laila quietly.

Mgeeeeng

Ciara drives her motorcycle. I forgot the helmet he was wearing. Although the place you want to go is not far but Ciara obeys the rules of driving well that is wearing a helmet. (Haish, feel public service advertising.)

Ciara smiled widely when she found out that her subscription shop was still open. The girl immediately parked her motorbike and rushed in. He doesn't want to run out.

" Sir is one puedeees."

" Yes is over. There's only one, that's his father's favor."

Ciara followed the direction of the seller's hand while pointing at someone who was waiting for his order to be made. The girl threw her breath rough, she finally came back out of the shop while bowing languidly. Failing has been the desire to channel his regret by eating seblak. He will return home empty-handed.

When Ciara was about to ride her bike one hand patted her shoulder slowly. The girl was a little surprised, and then came back down from her bike.

" Ehh om, no need. That's om's order. Om has also been waiting for this. I'm just trying to find it somewhere else."

Ciara really does feel bad. The middle-aged man wanted to give as much as he had been waiting for earlier to him.

" It's night, son. Tidka good girls out these nights. Aah let's just say it, let's eat inside and we split the two."

Want to refuse but the good intentions of the old man can not ignore Ciara. He nodded in response to the idea of the middle-aged man. For a moment Ciara felt familiar with the man but she forgot where she had seen him.

" Make two bowls, huh."

" Well ready mas."

Ciara frowned, she was a little surprised. It seemed that the person in front of him was very familiar with the seller seblak. They look familiar and close.

" Let's eat, don't be surprised. I was here decades ago."

Ciara rounded her eyes, almost choking as a spoonful of mouthfuls slid into her mouth. Both stories flow. The old man in front of him told how he and his friend spent time hanging out in the tavern.

" It's fortunate that I wasn't sent off. I can be here for more than an hour with my friend, then are you also a subscription."

" I'm here if you have any more thoughts. Like now, my new job makes me dizzy. My boss is dizzy. It's so strange om. My boss seems to have two different personalities, sometimes good, but sometimes bad."

The middle-aged man only smiled faintly hearing every ciara story. It was like seeing his daughter.

" You work where you can know."

" JD Coal om, I'm an interior designer."

The man's smile puffed up perfectly hearing the girl's reply in front of him. It seemed that he knew who Ciara meant. Two people of different sexes and different ages complete their meal. Ciara said a lot of thanks because the om had shared his favorite food with him.

" I'm sorry if Ciara knows, what's your name."

" Rama, that's om's name."

Ciara smiled and thanked me again. The girl then got on her motorbike and passed from the front of the rama. Yes, the person that Ciara met was Rama who owned the JD group and currently Ciara works at one of the men's companies.

rama smiled seeing the girl pass from before him. He guessed, surely what makes it difficult for Ciara is Abra. Because if Akhza is less likely to be annoying.

" Haish, attractive and fun girl. Can make a candidate for a ghost candidate. Old boy hunt later. Both of his twin brothers had children, he was still single."

Rama shook his head slowly as he remembered his unmarried son at the age of 33.

TB

Three chapters now, othor would love to be given what heheh. Happy weekend guys. I hope today is better than yesterday.