Om That Possessive, MY HUSBAND!
PRESENTS

I smiled as soon as I finished doing all the exams. With a quick movement I folded and put together a question and answer sheet. Then leave it to the supervising teacher.

"It's over, Mom. Manda can go home now, right?"

Ma Eka smiled as she looked at my answer paper. "Wait a minute, Manda. This morning Ms. Diah told me. So you can meet him he's the teacher's room."

"In the teacher's room?" I thought for a moment. "Ah, yes Ma'am. Manda get there right now!"

I grabbed Miss Eka's hand, kissed her.

"Excite yes, son. Tomorrow's your final exam!" Madam Eka stroked my shoulder slowly.

"Yes, Mom. Manda must be the spirit. If so, then Manda first. Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

I stepped out of the exam room. Down the stairs and go straight to the teacher's room.

"Assalamu'alaikum" I said as I stood at the door. Miss Diah who seemed to have been waiting for me also smiled as soon as she saw me.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Please come in, Manda!"

Miss Diah took me to her room, let me sit down. "Mom's so proud of your achievement Manda."

He handed me my Indonesian exam paper. It's clearly written there's a 95. I didn't expect to get that much value myself.

"All your grades are above average. Only the maths value dropped a little. But no problem. Everything's great!"

"Thank you, Mom." I touched the answer sheet for the Math exam that Ms. Diah pointed out. Eighty two. Not too disappointing.

"Emmm, to celebrate this. I have something for you. Think of it as a gift for your accomplishments."

Miss Diah put a parcel of her on the table. "Don't look at the price. I hope you like it!"

I smiled. "Thank you, Mom."

Miss Diah holds my shoulder while smiling too. "Together, Manda." Once again, I felt the warmth in Miss Diah's arms. He looks so sincere. Without any specific intent and intention.

"Again, thank you, ma'am. Manda said he should go home first. Assalamu'alaikum." I kissed the back of Ms. Diah's hand as a sign of respect for her.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Be careful on the road!"

"Yes, Mom."

I held the parcel that Miss Diah gave me. Never thought that my relationship and the person who had loved and admired you my husband would be like this. Not like a drama or a novel I read a lot.

My smile grew even more when I saw Om Zidan's car parked, waiting for me in front of the gate. With a little run I approached and knocked on the windshield.

I was surprised when the windshield was lowered. "Mama?"

Mom smiled as she got out of the car. Hugged me tightly. "Don't Mama come tomorrow?"

"Well, if it's now, why tomorrow?" Mama stroked my head. Then he asked me to come in and sit in the back seat. Let Om Zidan himself in front.

"Oh so it is. If there is Mama. Was I forgotten about that?" sindir Om Zidan while looking at me through the windshield.

"Hehehe, sorry. Manda forgot that there was Om Zidan too." I whined when I got a pinch on my cheek from Mama.

"You two are."

I could see Om Zidan carving a beautiful smile on his lips. The happiness I feel now. It must be the same as what Om Zidan felt.

"Eh, what's this, Manda?" Ask Mama while holding the parcel I hold.

"It's a gift from Manda's teacher, Ma."

"In what order?" sahut Om Zidan's.

"Yes, in order to celebrate Manda's good grades?" I looked at Mama who suddenly stroked my head again. Like Mama wanted to say. 'Uh, a pinter once Mama's son.'

"Chick or boy?"

"Zidan's...." Mama immediately patted Om Zidan on the shoulder. "Don't start again!"

"Chick or boy? Answer, Honey!" Om Zidan ignored what Mama said. Still asking the questions he wanted.

Sretti...

Car suddenly. Om Zidan turned his body to face me. "Where? Loftily cursing!"

"Zidan's." Mama gave back a reprimand.

"Liat, Honey!"

That's stupid, Manda. You shouldn't ditch this long-sleeping drunken wolf fashion!

I also handed over a parcel that I did not know what it contained. Om Zidan quickly opened the parcel, and looked at me sharply.

"What's it say?" mama whispered to me a little.

"You don't know either, Ma."

Om Zidan returned to drive the car and kept the parcel in the front seat. Not allowing me to touch it.

"You're the hell, he's a flirtatious smile!" Mama shook her head slowly and took my hand to get inside the house. Om Zidan has already entered. He brought the parcel, and also Mama's suitcase.

"You're in charge, Manda!" Mama blinked one eye, before entering the guest room for a short break.

Between fear and courage I stepped up the stairs to the room. Open the door slowly.

"Cummer, Hen. Please take my brother's pesenan at Kiara's boutique!" That was the conversation I had when Om Zidan stood behind me, calling someone.

When you are done with the conversation on the phone. Om Zidan rolled his body, his eyes were immediately fixed on me.

"Which teacher? What's name?" The question that still discusses the packaging turns out!

"Manda was just kidding. Miss Diah who loves Manda!" I stepped closer. Want to explain the facts.

"Mom Diah huh?" Om Zidan took the parcel he put him on the bed. Handed it to me.

"When did Miss Diah love you?"

Heh. I was also surprised when I read a small letter tucked inside the parcel.

...The Congratulations on your achievement....

...From me, who still loves you. Just like before....

"Who's Manda?" Ask Om Zidan again. I can only shake slowly too.

"You're not lying, honey. That's from Miss Diah. Maybe the parcel was Miss Diah's message, and she didn't know there was a rich letter? I swear, Manda didn't lie!"

Om Zidan took my hand. He pulled my body into his arms. "Yes, I believe in you. I know you're not lying. But I don't know about your teacher, did he lie?"

Hah, what does Om Zidan mean? Did Mom lie? Lying about this gift means? That is, this gift was not actually from him? Didn't he?

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"Aunty?" A teenager ran up to the woman who had just gotten out of the taxi.

"Where? Are you aunty to Manda?" Ask with a hopeful face.

"Udah. Aunty hope this is the last one Aunt help you, Lang! Next time Auntie won't be!"

"Thank you, Tan."

"Either. Come inside!"

Gilang, a teenager who still harbors and harbors feelings of love that is so deep it continues to try to find a way. So that he can be on good terms with his Ex-Lover, Manda. The girl who managed to conquer his heart to this day.

But alas, the present situation and circumstances are not on his side anymore. There is no hope of becoming Manda's lover anymore. Manda already has her halal lover. The lover he loved so much.

Gilang's heart was completely broken that night. When he learned the facts about the marriage of Manda and Man who had often escorted and picked him to school.

Not much different from Gilang. There is also a heart that was destroyed after knowing that fact, the heart of Rabiatul Adawiyah. Or women who are often greeted Diah, or Miss Diah. The younger sister of Mama Gilang. He felt the same way as his nephew. The pain of losing hope.

Both are self-conscious. Both try to accept the facts. Both are trying to bury and throw away the existing taste. And unfortunately, for that matter, Gilang could not.

"Always love you, it'll always be that way."