Papa's Substitute for Altaf
Chapter 12 - Uncertain

"I'm sorry, I don't like old people."

"What?" Ratih felt something was wrong with his hearing, wanting Zaki to repeat his words just now. Ratih looked at the man who was now sitting next to him.

"I don't like widows, who are former people. I like the ones that are still seals."

Ratih gawked, then he laughed with a speech that he thought was ridiculous. If he does not like and does not want, why he is willing to be paired with him. Why would he give hope to an old man and act so sweet-ass.

"From the beginning you already know if I'm a widow with one child, right? I'm a former person, why not refuse from the beginning and even play like this?"

"I see, my mother was very enthusiastic and excited. I didn't want to hurt her, so I agreed to go with you. Although forced.."

"Continue?"

Zaki corrected his sitting position slightly tilted facing Ratih.

"Say that if you refuse, you don't like me."

"meaning?" Ask me, confused.

"Yes, you said you didn't like me. Or whatever it is for a good reason."

Ratih laughed feeling silly with Zaki's words.

"Why do you keep doing it?"

"Yes I'll try to accept all that."

"Ha-ha-ha, you mean you want to play that victim? Looked sad because I refused?"

Without feeling awkward, Zaki nodded. Train laughs funny while shaking inexhaustibly.

"Ki, Ki. We are in the same position. We both do not want it, if that's why we don't both refuse. So much more fair."

"I don't want to hurt my mother, Tih."telirih Zaki by turning his eyes in the other direction.

"Yes! Me either. I also appreciate your mother and my mother. Moreover, I do not want to hurt my mother. Therefore, come on Ki, we both admit that we're not interested in each other."

"So you don't like me?" Zaki looked a little embarrassed and looked at Ratih.

"Yes, I want to be alone now. Don't think of a couple."

"But there's no way Altaf would suddenly call me dad if nobody taught me."

Train a little laugh. "That's the first mother to call Zaki's father. Take it easy, he's a kid don't take heart. So, this afternoon I we'll both say if we're not interested." Ratih.

Zaki seemed to think. "I can't be the same mother." Mumbled.

Come on Ki, don't be a letoy man who looks oppressed because he rejected people who are betrothed to parents. Be a man who admits if he does not want to. I'll do the same." Pinta Ratih, because he did not want to hurt his mother who looks hopeful. If they both declared no, at least it wouldn't be too painful.

Zaki just fell silent not answering. Trainih, just a fool, he was reluctant and increasingly reluctant after knowing the reason Zaki. Ratih the widow gave birth to one, not only to a spouse but also to a father for Altaf.

That afternoon, Zaki escorted Ratih and Altaf home. With a very friendly and full of smiles Zaki refused the invitation of Rohmah's mother to stop for a while.

"Where is Tih?"

Ms. Rohmah approached her son who was busy bookkeeping the sale of cosmetics Masa.

"Where is buk?" Tanya Ratih did not shift her focus from the book.

"Yes, Zaki."

"They don't want to be the same widow."

"Iihh, you are Tih. You don't want to." Ms. Rohmah looks very upset and irritated.

"Yes, that too, Ratih did not want to, just as Zaki did not want to be a widow." Said Ratih looked at his mother for a while and then returned busy with his bookkeeping activities.

"I'm not sure that's just your excuse." Ms. Rohmah is still cool in her stance, Ratih was lazy to serve it and prefer to continue the bookkeeping.

After a few days, Ratih accompanied Bu Rohmah to the market.

"Why buk?" Ratih asked in surprise, he thought the matter was over after talking about them back then.

"Yes, that... I want to talk to Rondiah, loohh...." Ms. Rohmah looked like she was shocked and looked towards the front of the market crossing.

"Why buk?" Train the daze.

"That's not Zaki?" Appoint your mother to a young couple sitting near a young coconut ice cart under a pedestrian bridge.

The couple was seen sitting in the middle of this very hot weather. Zaki laughed with the woman beside him.

"Yes." Yeah."

Ms. Rohmah seemed to walk, immediately, Ratih pulled her mother's arm.

"Where are you going?"

"Zaki's Namperin."

"Make what?"

"Hum should know who she is."

"Not to buk. Let's continue shopping." Prevent Ratih from pulling his mother's hand away.

"But Tih." Ms. Rohmah still looks curious.

"Udah buk, maybe it's still a girl. He said he didn't like widows."

"It's just hard to know."

"Happy, pliss... If Ratih's mother samperin comes home, and returns to Indra's house, let Ratih be the maid there." Said Ratih because he was upset with his mother who still wanted to insist on approaching.

"Trainer! You're talking about that anyway. I'm not willing if you want to go back there."

"Sama buk, Ratih is also not willing. Zaki said it himself with Ratih if he does not want used goods. Now he's there with a woman. And I want nyamperin. What's buk for?"

Madam Rohmah looked at her child with concern. His face looks sad. Then breathing heavily.

"Yes, we've come home."

That night, after exchanging the contents of the head for the next manuscript that Ratih made, also shared about the development of the script that was on going with Foa the editor.

Trained developed her smile.

Everything was really unexpected, the script got a very good response.even now there are many other paid pf who offer Ratih to join. The world of literacy continues to drain the rupiah coffers for him.

Not only the article of sale of cosmetics, which now requires Ratih to rent a new shophouse, because the house of Bu Rohmah is not wide enough. And buy a car to make it easier for the Ratih business.

Right now, what is in the brain and mind of Ratih is just how to get a lot of money, so that when he meets his ex-husband and his family, he can re-establish his head.

That night, after Ratih finished some of his script, he checked his phone, he felt a vibration earlier while focusing on writing. He believes there is an incoming message in the green application.

Sure enough, a message from the editor, Foa. Gegas Ratih opened the message. Ratih's smile grew, apparently, the editor he never met and saw his face was about to come to his city.

["Tomorrow, I have a seminar in your town. What if we meet?"]

["really? Waahh, finally, can come to you also with the editor Iuhh.."] Reply Ratih with tuned emoticon face shaped love. And many other loves.

["I can't wait to see my favorite writer. Meet tomorrow at the city's fountain park, how?"]

["Okay."]

["I'll wear green."]

["Key"]

Seriate....