Waiting For Ring On Sweet Finger
Rebelled

Safia's two hands moved pushing Faiz's body as she said, "Honey, this isn't good!" The woman's courage comes out when her honor is threatened. "You must be aware!" Safia was about to escape, unbuckling her seatbelt.

Faiz was annoyed, his emotions rising sharply. Directly grabbing back Safia's body until the woman grimaced in pain with a small scream. Faiz's left hand shut the woman's mouth. "You want to reject me?" Faiz's voice rose an octave when the refusal was received. "You should already understand that adult women and men dating is certainly a goal in itself, not just love!"

Safia rebelled, trying as best she could. "Em." Trying to scream as much as possible to get away from this guy.

"Shut up and don't move!" Faiz wrath. His right hand grabbed a handkerchief near the glass, about to tie his girlfriend's hands together. However, this action does not bear sweet fruit. Safia was more agile than she thought, the woman using both her legs raised upwards to propel Faiz's body. "Don't!" he screamed so loud. Faiz slumped into the side seat.

Seeing that, Safia immediately opened the seat belt. Grab the bag and get out of the car. Run as fast as possible, asking for help. The unthinkable happened, Faiz turned like a ferocious lion when the opportunity came.

Safia exited the parking lot, approached the vehicle guard post and found two officers there. They were shocked, especially seeing Safia's condition with messy hair because it continued to rebel.

"Mom, what's wrong?" One of the guards asked.

Safia stood in front of the guard post. His eyes faded, and then the woman's body slumped down. Fainted. The two male guards were shocked and immediately approached Safia.

Seeing the condition of Safia who fainted, the two employees took the initiative to take the woman to the nearest hospital. Report to other friends so they can change shifts.

Safia was unconscious until she reached the hospital. The woman was given the first handler to be immediately aware and could be asked questions. The two guards who delivered her were unable to return home before the woman became self-conscious.

About an hour in the hospital, Safia regained consciousness. The two female eyes scanned the noisy surroundings, looked at the white-colored ceiling and turned to the side. "Where am I?" ask her to the female sister.

The nurse smiled a little. "Sir, he's in the hospital now. Two mall officials brought Mbak unconscious. Is Mama feeling all right? Is something going on?"

Like a wounded child and asked why, Safia cried.

The sister panicked, she grabbed Safia's right hand and said, "No pa-pa. Ma'am, maybe it's been a bad day. Please cry."

Safia cries creeks, it feels stifling to get indecent treatment from a man she loves. Of course it is believed too. Though clearly Safia was very dependent on the figure of Faiz who was one year older than him to guard himself from all evil. It was precisely Faiz who became a cruel person in doing that.

The nurse was quite smiling knots. No more questions or words came out of his mouth. They are both women, feeling the position.

***

In a two-story house with four and two bathrooms as well as a family room as well as a living room and several other facilities, a young man was preparing himself in the master room. He noticed his appearance in front of the mirror, already well. "I think it's a lot better than that gray suit." Four times the man changed his clothes, still the choice of the man fell on a black suit with a white shirt. It fits in the body. "I have to go down and say goodbye to Mom. It's my first day in this big city."

Akhmar, name. The twenty-nine-year-old man had just been pulled from the branch office in the next town to be placed in the head office as the new manager. Obviously Akhmar was very nervous and quite anxious. Because, will meet new people who will be his subordinates as well.

Akhmar himself was previously a manager at the branch office, has served for about two years and his experience is clearly very much and diverse. He pursued a career full of struggle until he was at a point like this, of course it was thanks to his mother's endless prayers and support. Akhmar was lucky enough about that.

Akhmar went out of the room, went down the stairs and got his mother who was cooking in the kitchen. The man walked over and said, "Why are you cooking? Isn't there Bi Inah?" The tail of his eyes scanned around, looking for the figure of a middle-aged woman who was usually around the kitchen this early. "Where are you going, Mom?"

Ms. Kartini, this forty-eight year old woman is the mother of the young man. He was cooking fried rice. "Aunt me to the minimarket for a bit. I told you to buy less, son." Without looking back because it was impossible, Ms. Kartini answered her son's question.

Akhmar. They had indeed moved one week before Akhmar worked in a new office. This was done so that his family could adapt to the new environment. Given there are three people brought Akhmar, including security guards and housemaids who are like real mothers as well. "Like that." The man stood beside his mother. "Let Akhmar cook. Mom, just sit in the chair." To take over the cutik in the hands of the mother.

"It's okay, son. I'd rather have breakfast with my own cooking. Your spirit must have increased too."

"But, I can't be sapped." Akhmar didn't want anything to happen to his mother. "Mom should rest a lot."

Miss Kartini turned off the stove. The fried rice was ready, then he turned to the right side. Look at her grown-up son. "For a mother, fatigue is common. We prefer that his son can enjoy our homemade cuisine with a voracious in the morning. So, any second, I want you to have some of Mom's breakfast."

Akhmar. She grabbed her mother's body and said, "Akhmar may not have been able to bring happiness to Mother. Hopefully one day Akhmar can."

Ms. Kartini welcomed the warm embrace. There are no other family members here because the husband went to the Almighty two years ago, while he only had one child. "Mother's happiness is just you. Seeing you happy, I'm so grateful. Moreover, it could be given a chance to see you get married. I hope there's still a mother's age."