Waiting for Love to Return
Weak Andra

"You look so close to Pap Rian's son, Ndra." Bimo started to provoke his son's reaction. He will stay in his position or he will change course. Alisya is also beautiful and competent.

"It looks like papi should have started wearing glasses by now, Mi."

"oh, how about glasses?" leela looked at her husband.

"Yes, I said my time was close to her son's best friend. Don't know if you're looking at it from a close distance."

"That means you refuse if we're going to get you?" ask Bimo.

"obvious. Papi knows the answer, too. Why bother asking." There was a dislike tone from the way Andra spoke.

"Yes, Papi guess there's no harm in you trying. Who knows-"

"No. Not once to hang on." Andra stopped the car and looked back. "Don't force any more wills, Papi. Give me space because I'm an adult. Let me choose my own way of life, including the wife."

Bimo and Leela intertwine the lyrics. They are sure it will be like this but still want to try.

Until arriving at the house Andra no longer talk to his parents. He went straight into the room and even ignored Leo who ran towards him and asked to be hugged.

"Sir Andra why, Mi?" ask Shafia.

"No papa, you haven't slept. It's night already."

"Mi's tomorrow so is the pocket money added?"

"Murphy!" Bimo reprimanded his daughter.

"Yes yes. Not so, Mama." With the face of Shafia into the room.

***

Early in the morning, Andra left first. He stopped at the flower shop and drove the car to the cemetery. As usual, there were two tombs that he visited. One of his mother's graves and another of Wiji's.

At Wiji's grave he kept a letter to Kia, even though there was no reply. But the broken grass marks someone who came first.

Andra swept around but found no one but the janitor.

"Did he come here just now, Om? It's all right, isn't it?"

Andra restores her hair and takes a breath. Especially when he arrived at the office he had to get a surprise. Alisya was already sitting at the skeertaris desk in front of her study.

"Who told you there?" ask Andra flat.

"I give the order" said Bimo who came behind Andra.

"Rep?"

"We're talking inside." Bimo entered first then followed by Andra.

"But I don't like him being around me."

"Yes, keep your distance. Easy right?" Bimo even looks relaxed, sitting on the sofa and raising one leg to the other.

Andra punched the air. He didn't like his father to interfere too much. He believes Alisya's move was the effect of last night's chat.

"You need a competent secretary and you need a papi secretary back. It is enough to guide you. Just be professional."

"But want me to be close to him?" This time, Andra's face showed that she was emotional.

Bimo passed after reminding his son. It seems like the test of Andra's love will get harder because it is too loving. It could be that things that have never been thought of in the human brain will happen to him.

As a father he also wants the best for his son but that does not mean he will force the will for Andra to marry Alisya.

"Sir." Alisya nodded as Bimo came out.

Without him moving first it turns out the universe has worked first. Just then when he walked into his room where he had been before today, he was a diversion letter vehicle. And that's what he wants.

Inside the room Andra tried to lower her emotions. He is back to focusing on today's work. He also ignored Alisya when she offered to make coffee. Even at lunch.

The afternoon before returning home, Andra gets a personal call from a foreign number.

"Yes?" answer Andra as soon as the call is connected.

"Sir Andra, I'm sorry I called your number. I want to make sure of the dinner invitation."

Andra pinched the temple then agreed.

"I'll come tonight."

He also packed his personal stuff. Not directly home but to a place sent by the police related to the person who pulled money from the ATM yesterday.

"maybe it's you" Andra murmured as she got in the car.

The car stops right in front of an alley he once went to for following an Ob who works in his office.

He went to the landlord and asked the whereabouts of the person he was looking for.

"The contract here there is no such thing as Kia, Mas," said the owner of the rented room.

"If Ara or Dinda is not there? Ah another Khalisa?" Andra showed me a picture of Kia and a picture of Khalisa.

"Oh this is Dinda sams Lisa. Why do they drink tea? They're in trouble, aren't they?"

"No, but I'm one of them. Can you please let me meet them?"

The slightly fat woman sighed. "They just moved yesterday. He said he'd found a wider contract."

Andra clenched her hands, feeling that Kia already knew she was coming and was instead playing herself.

"Where do you know where they're moving?"

"Well, if it's a business, I don't know. You can call one of them, right?"

"That's exactly it, Mom. Their numbers suddenly did not activate me until I came here. Fear of anything happening to them." A little lie you have to put out.

"I'm sorry, but I really don't know where they're moving to."

Andra regained her hair after returning to the car. He even hit his head a few times on the steering wheel. The longing and frustration of Kia's search made her cry.

***

Leela saw her eldest son just standing still in the garden near the pond. Even today Andra sanavt looks chaotic than ever. No more smiles, jokes and laughter were also the sweet words he heard from the firstborn.

He came over and hugged her. Instantly he felt his clothes alkaline.

Andra crying? so Leela thought.