Secret admirer
Part 4.
Seeing Mother smile again is enough to make me happy. Because since yesterday Mother has been locked in her room, not going to the boutique with the excuse of being sick.
This often happened when Papa was out of town on duty. When Papa is at home, Mother always looks happy, never gloomy. There were only occasional small debates between them.
While enjoying the meatballs and scallop satay, the sound of the cellphone vibrated again. This time the voice came from inside my sling bag. As soon as he looked at the screen of his cellphone, there was an unanswered call from an unknown number.
Derrtt... derrtt ...
Now it's the turn of incoming messages from that number, it seems that this chat is a man. In his message he invites acquaintances. Duh, who the hell is giving this person my cellphone number. I opened the green application, to see his profile picture. Ahh, empty alias no photos.
Because I don't know the message, I just read it without replying. Mother who saw my confused face immediately asked.
"Who sent the message, Za?" Mother asked.
"I don't know, Bund! There's no profile picture," I said.
"This mysterious caller," he said.
"Hm, just let it be, Bund, most people are fads," I replied.
"Be careful, don't let dark fans like it with you," Mom teased.
"Just let it go, you'll be quiet yourself calling and sending the message!" my baby.
"Y-yes, hurry up and finish your meatballs! Look, it's getting cloudy outside!" Mother said.
My phone vibrates again, this time I just ignore it. If you hold the cellphone, Mother will definitely grumble again.Pretending you didn't hear it was torturing plus I'm also curious guys.
I quickly sip the meatball sauce until it's clean, clean, and only the bowl and spoon are left. Mother shook her head at my behavior.
"The tomboy is too big, I almost swallowed the bowl and spoon," Mother mocked.
"That's a quick way to finish meatballs
along with its contents, Bund," I replied with a grin
"Hm... that's not the case, Kalee, when you eat with a guy, he's in a bad mood when he sees your behavior!" said Mother.
"It's okay, Bund! Let the guy know Za's bad side," I said defensively.
"The problem is, you're still single. Son, honey," Mom remembers.
"Haa ... haa, it means that from earlier it was Mother or Za, right?" he teased.
"Wishing on, when do you have a boyfriend?!" Mother squeaked again.
"Just relax, Bund! When the time comes, Za will definitely meet his soul mate!" I said comforting myself.
"One more message from Mother, don't be too fierce with boys! Enter boys run away as soon as you know and see your attitude like this."
"Haa...haa, let the boys hit the rocks, if meet Za." I said praising myself.
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Along the way home, there was no longer a gloomy look on Mother's face. His mood has improved again, not like in the supermarket earlier. I don't want to talk about that anymore, that's what you have in mind again.
Half an hour later, we have entered the housing complex. Passing the security guard post portal, I opened the car window a little, then greeted them. That's the rule. Every car entering the complex area must open the glass and mask long. So if there is something suspicious, security can act immediately.
As soon as I honk the car horn, sir German immediately came out of the guard post, he
jogged to open the fence. Cargoes straight to the home page.
"Mother, get off here, Za! Let Mr. Dirman lift the goods from the trunk, okay?"
"Oh-yes, Bund," I replied.
"Pak German! Please open the car garage, Za wants to save the car right away!" I asked.
"Okay, Non-Za," he said.
"Oh-yeah, there was a package for Non-Za!"
"Hah, package? I don't think I have any online shopping this week, sir!" I said.
"Wait a minute Non, I'll take the package!"
I got out of the car and locked it. Then enter the house through the side door that connects the garage and kitchen area.
Soon Pak German brought a bouquet of flowers which were still wrapped in plastic. Complete with writing in the middle. "From your admirer."
"See, now Non-Za has a secret fan!" he said.
"Ahhh, what the hell, sir," I said.
"Who delivered this bouquet, sir?" I asked.
"Delivery courier, Non!"
"Hmm, okay, thank you, sir!"
As soon as I entered the house, seeing that there was a series of bouquets in my hand, Mother immediately became curious and asked.
"Whose bouquet, Za?"
I show the writing hanging in the middle of the flower. Mother frowned, then smiled.
"It was just discussed this afternoon, it just appeared. Your secret admirer, Za!"
"Haa haa, Za is like that! That's why Mother has to believe, to be a tomboy like this, but Za has a lot of fans," I added, laughing.
"Edith, that mother believes in God. If she believes in you, it's called shirk!" Mother said while sticking out her tongue.
"Hm, if you bring God's name, don't deny it!" Hearing my words, Mother smiled amusedly.
"Alright, Za go to the room first, want to change!"
It seems that the fever that Mother felt this morning has healed. Because from earlier
Mom smiled and kept joking with me.
******
As soon as I entered the room, my phone vibrated again, this time I was really curious. Want to immediately read incoming messages or call directly the number listed on the screen of this cellphone.
"Hey, the bouquet has arrived, right? Hope you like it, huh!" signed: your secret admirer.
Hm, I was stunned to read a message from this unknown number. Could this be the number from a college friend in the green application group? I read the last two numbers from the sender, then matched them with the number in the campus group.
Of all the numbers in the group, none matched the number that sent this bouquet. This means that this person knows my home address and phone number. While my cellphone number is very private, not just anyone can ask for my number.
I noticed that the profile photo also doesn't look like it's empty. Incidentally, the number is active, and I immediately sent a message.
"Who's this?" I asked.
My order immediately ticked blue, which means is read it. But not yet answered, maybe this strange person is composing words to answer my question. Waiting for a reply from this strange person, it feels like waiting in line to enter the toilet, the stomach feels indistinct and the heart beats irregularly.
A few minutes later, trying ... trying ... There was a message on my cellphone, there was a reply from the stranger's number.
"Nice to meet you, yes! Hopefully, we can be more than just friends," he replied. I was stunned to read the message from this person.
"How do you know my phone number?" "There is no need to discuss that matter, what you need is you know, I like you!" he replied.
Deg ... my heart is beating irregularly, how come this person is really curious, to the point of sending a bouquet of flowers. I did not reply to messages from him again, I placed a bouquet of flowers on the dressing table.
To be continued...