Larasati & Mr. Regent
Don't Really Be a Dumbass

The ambassador was already with his mother in the car.

"You were late in the day to pick up Mom. Try a little early. Must have met with doctor Laras" said Bu Aini, Mamah Duta.

"I'm sorry, but next time, my dear. The Ambassador was still meeting with staff" the Ambassador replied reasoned.

The ambassador drove his car home.

Duta Wicaksana, a regent of Magelang city with a young age to become Regent, his age is 35 years. For the age of marriage, it is ripe. 😂

The ambassador of a Regent who is very respected by his subordinates. He is good at managing his city. Some achievements had been achieved by his city during his 3 years of leadership. The ambassador is still reluctant to get married because he is still traumatized from losing his fiancee.

He had an accident that left him blind and his fiancee dead. The ambassador was blind but Allah gave him grace. He's got a corneal donor eye that matches his. And finally he could see until now.

The second child ambassador of Aini and Dodi Kurniawan. His brother is a businessman in Jakarta. Her father is dead and therefore her mother is depressed.

The ambassador does not want his mental mamah getting disturbed. So what his mother wants is all by him. Including wanting to match him with Laras who in fact his mamah soul doctor.

For him, his happiness is the main thing. There is nothing more meaningful than a smile from his mother. He heard the story about Laras from his mama. His mother said, the doctor Laras was good, affectionate parents, hijab, beautiful, and cheerful. The ambassador is interested because he just wants to know the truth of his mama story.

"Well, later please masakin Duta pecel lele ya. Love basil leaves. eemmm, yummy" said Duta while smiling to imagine the food in front of him.

"Makanya, find the wife of dong Duta, so that if someone comes home to welcome, someone makes coffee, will eat, sick there is a ngurusin. You can hold the baby again. Ah glad to have a ghost"

"Hemm, so that's the way it is. There is Kinan. If you want to carry a baby with her baby mbak Nur who is still 2 months old, tell her to go home. Mamah carried as much as possible" replied the Ambassador.

"That's you, Kinan is in Jakarta. Tasty also own grandson Ambassador, seruuu. Uh, want ya mamah ta'aruf right you're the same doctor Laras. He's a son of Temen mama. A study of samama mama. Come on Ambassador, when will you remember Dini? Until you moss too Dini will not return to you Ambassador. Want huh? Yes yes yes?" mama Duta begged her son.

"Heemmm, can the ambassador refuse?? Is there an option for the Ambassador? Set it mah. But later if it is not a soul mate do not be sad. The ambassador does not want to see the mamah slumped as yesterday again" Ambassador resigned with his mother's request.

"Yessss, that's your new son. Yes, mamah mamah appointment will not be sad if you do not match with doctor Laras. The important thing to want in ta'aruf was mamah already seneng darling"

The silent ambassador did not respond to his mother's words. Such is the Ambassador, will not be able to refuse his mother's request.

The ambassador and his mother have arrived home. His mother immediately took a bath and will make his favorite cuisine of his son.

The ambassador threw himself in his soft bed. Closing his eyes for a moment. His job is making him tired. Plus his mamah desire to match him with a woman named Laras.

"Where is the moral? Din, if only time could I turn back. Maybe we have children now. Happy in the home I've prepared for our little family. Aaarrrggghhh Early, too soon you left me. I think my heart is numb and I can't feel love anymore. O Allah, please remove the feeling of a servant for someone you have taken back. And replace it with the faith and good deeds. Aamiin's"

Not feeling the eyes of the drowsy Ambassador. He fell asleep and dreamed. A dream in which he returned to the events of that time. The time he had an accident with his future wife.

Afternoon is approaching, Duta and Dini who were doing pre wedding photoshoots ended it.

"Will be sent to this address. The lack of cost I transfer to his account mas if the photo is ready" Duta explained to the photographer.

"Yes boss, calm down"

"I live first yes, I want maghrib. Cloudy too. You guys go home careful" yeah"

"Siiipp"

"Come on yank, it's gonna rain"

"Yes, baby a minute, help dong. Her dress is an extension" said Dini who has difficulty lifting her dress.

The ambassador helped him and headed to the car. "You want to change first?" ask Dini.

"Later at home"

"Yes" The ambassador got into the car and drove it.

It rained heavily. Make visibility shorter.

"Mas, stop first. The rain is heavy. The visibility is getting shorter"

"In the near future, Maghrib also yank. Just go ahead yeah"

"Yes dear"

The car is driving in the rain. The ambassador is increasingly unable to see what is ahead of him. Downhill roads make the car faster. The ambassador could not see there was a truck overtaking the car in front of him. And....

Brrraaaaaaakkkkk ciiiiittt.

His car was hit by a truck from the front. Teesaret is 1 kilometer. From the incident it can be ascertained that the passenger of the car will die on the spot. But God said something else.

Duta and Dini were taken by residents to the regional hospital. Dini was confirmed dead when she was taken to the hospital. The ambassador suffered from blindness.

"Diniiiii........." The ambassador is aware of his dream. His chest was rising and falling irregularly. He rubbed his face rough.

"Astaghfirullahal. This dream again. Come on Ambassador, forget it. You have to go to a psychiatrist like mama anyway?" The ambassador spoke to himself. He looked at the clock and soon Maghrib. He hurried off his bed and took a shower.

After he finished praying he was bermurotal. His mother had finished reciting and waiting for her son. The ambassador ended his murotal and saw his mother.

"Why mah?" ask Ambassador.

"Sir papa, melodious with you najai. Uh, you were praying in a hospital mosque, right?"

"Yes why?"

"Do you know whose murotal it is?"

The ambassador recalled the incident this afternoon.

"Because the Ambassador is only his own ambassador who is murotal"

His mother developed a smile and a wishful thinking.

Waahhhh do not really mate with the same doctor Laras. Asyiikkk doctor Laras a great opportunity to be my daughter-in-law.

"Well, mama, mah, mamah daydreaming huh?" The ambassador shook his mama's shoulders.

"You, disturb your delusion!"

"What fantasies do you think? Don't be weird"

"You're imagining Dr. Laras to be your mother!" say mama while continuing to smile.

"This mama, don't height fantasize about it. Not necessarily the doctor Laras want the same Ambassador"

"Why should I refuse? Son of mamah right saucy, mapan, pinter naji, can be a priest, responsible, what else yaaa?" mamah thought while looking at the ceiling of his house.

"It's ah, hungry ambassador. Let's eat" The ambassador took off his scabbard and peci.

"Iya-iya" mamah Aini also took off her face and walked towards the dining table.

They eat quietly. Duta really enjoyed the pecel catfish with the basil leaves. Spicy sambal makes his appetite increase.

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