Being My Own Son's Nanny
Missile Speech
At Julian's
A white car entered the courtyard of the mansion and stopped perfectly.
The owner of the car, who was none other than Gilang, appeared to get down from the car and directly overboard towards the entrance.
"Surprisingly, I went to Julian's office, said the receptionist he came out in a hurry, but where's the car?" Gilang circulated his gaze to all corners of the courtyard.
"Emm, I'd better get inside. Mending I ask aunt Sarah, or Ayara,". Gilang resumed his steps, entering the house.
After his foot stepped on the floor of the living room, Gilang said his greetings. After waiting for a while from another room, which she knew of the family room, came Sarah, Julian's mother.
"Eh, Gilang! you came to pick up important documents! Go ahead, son, you go up to Julian's office. You're looking for the documents yourself!" said Sarah without further ado, because that's what she had in mind, according to the reason given Julian earlier.
Silang, suddenly frowned confusedly. "Documents? What documents do you mean, Auntie?" Now replace Sarah who squinted.
"Why did you ask Auntie? Julian came home in a hurry and panicked. Pas Aunty asked him he was looking for you here, because you he asked to take a very important document. But, because you're old and your cell phone says it can't be reached, he's coming home looking for you," Sarah said at length.
Gilang's laughter broke. "Fear him too! Dislike words, uh threatened turn I want to near Ayara, uh she panicked too," Inner Gilang still laughs, to make the middle-aged woman in front of her confused. "Why are you laughing?" ask Sarah with the eyebrows clutched.
"Oh, not Pa-pa, Auntie. Suddenly something was funny. Oh yeah, so Julian's in his study, Auntie?" Gilang eventually switched the conversation.
"Emm, no, Miss Gilang. He told Aunt Tessa to take her for a walk. But, Ayara and baby Elvano are coming, too,"
Gilang's forehead immediately frowned, hearing Tessa's name mentioned by Julian's mother. "Tessa?" repeated ensure.
"Yes,Son. Julian never told you, did he?"
"Now a Aunt. It's just that I'm confused why Auntie would want to match Julian to that girl?"
"That's because I feel like she's a girl that fits Julian. Alongside her being educated, she was also a very graceful and gentle woman in attitude," Sarah smiled as she recounted Tessa.
"I know about that, Son Gilang. But, I'm sure that this time Aunt's choice wasn't wrong."
"Tante, I'm sorry once again, if I'm so presumptuous! I think it's better, let Julian choose his own partner because he'll be going through the house on his own,"
Sarah squinted her eyes, suddenly feeling dislike for what Gilang said. He felt Gilang had gotten too involved. "Sir Gilang, I am the woman who gave birth to Julian. So, I know what's best for my son. There's no way I'm going to plunge my own son into the wrong woman. So, please don't interfere with Julian's matchmaking, even if you're his best friend!" sarah with great emphasis.
Gilang danced to a deep breath and exhaled it back into the air with a long, heavy gust.
"I'm sorry, if Auntie feels I'm getting too involved. But as Julian's best friend too, I want to see him happy. I know that Aunt is the mother who gave birth to Julian, but what Aunt might think is good is not necessarily good for Julian. I also know Julian Aunt enough, because I've known him from us sitting in high school, long enough to get to know each other" Gilang spoke at length.
"Sir Gilang, I know you've been friends with my son for a long time. But you must not forget that she was born from this womb. You know her from High School, and I'm from her in the womb until she grows up. So, once again Auntie suggests not to go too far into Julian's matchmaking business! Now you can go!" Sarah turned around and was about to step back into the living room
"Tante, don't go yet!" Sarah who was about to step up, narrowed her steps and turned back to look towards Gilang.
"What else, Son Gilang? was my word unclear?" Sarah stared dislikefully at Gilang.
"Quite clear Aunt. But one thing I want to say is that Julian is actually unhappy with this matchmaking. I think Auntie already knows why. Because I heard from Julian that Aunt gave him a month to find the woman he had taken his honor from." Gilang berheti spoke for a while to take a pause.
"Julian tried hard to find the woman Auntie, and should Aunty be able to draw conclusions as to why she could desperately search for the girl to pay the expensive man. Doesn't that mean that he really doesn't want the matchmaking that Aunty arranged for him? That he did not only because he wanted to be responsible, but also because he wanted to avoid matchmaking, Auntie," continued Gilang again at length.
Sarah was silent for a moment. Think hard all the words that come out of the mouth of his son's friend.
"Son Gilang, I know that. But with me giving him time to find that woman as soon as possible, isn't that what I've been wise of? Unless I don't give her time, and force her to marry Tessa immediately, then I can be said to be a bad mama. So, please stop patronizing me and intend to influence me!"
"Sorry, if Auntie feels I'm patronizing, Auntie. But, I swear to whatever, I don't intend to patronize Auntie. I just want to convey what's on my mind, because I want Julian's happiness too. But, one thing I want to ask Auntie. If in the time that Auntie gave, Julian has not managed to find the girl, why should Tessa who Aunt chose? It's not that Aunt should ask first, is there a woman that Julian likes, before matching up with the woman named Tessa? Didn't Auntie say she just wanted to see Julian happy? But why didn't Aunty give Julian the freedom to vote first before Aunty made her choice? I guess ... Sorry if it's a little harsh, Auntie. I think, Aunt is not wise as a mother, if Aunt immediately makes a decision without asking first to the person who will live it!" said Gilang, wisely.
"I'm sorry again if I say this. I feel and have faith that Tessa is not a good woman! I'm saying goodbye, Auntie!" concluded Gilang while moving away leaving Sarah who stood glued to her place.
Tbc
