Love Because of Mandate (Revised)
Chapter 130

On Sunday, Bima picked up Jihan at her home. He was waiting for Jihan who was still getting ready. Jihan came out soon. Looks fresh with a brown shirt and long jeans skirt. Hair tied up, like a ponytail. Black shoes and black bags.

"Pamit used to be the same mom?" Said Jihan. Bima still dumbfounded to see his appearance. "Mas"

"Oh yeah, why?" Jihan smiled. "Pamit sama mamah" Bima nodded.

After saying goodbye Bima opened the car door for Jihan. Make Jihan flattered. "Thank you, pol"

"Sama-sama" Bima immediately headed towards the steering wheel and drove the car towards her house.

In the car, Jihan was more silent, than talking to Bima. "Why the hell? How do you keep quiet?" ask Bima.

Jihan sighed and pressed her hand against Bima's cheek. "It's cold! You sick yank?"

Jihan shook her head. "Grogi mas" Bima smiled. "Why should I be nervous?"

"You see the future-in-law must be groggy baby. Later if I was asked something I can't continue, Mamah will ilfeel not the same as me mas?"

Bima shrugged her shoulders. "Either" he replied, making Jihan even more frustrated. "Are that what?"

"Relax baby, Mom won't say anything to you"

Jihan again breathed heavily. Bima held back her laughter. "Don't laugh so dong mas"

"Mas didn't laugh. Mas hold it. Udah ah, bismillah, sholawat, pray a lot so later the fitting asked not nervous, he replied smoothly. Do you understand my ayu?" Jihan smiled and nodded. For some reason, every time he was nervous, Bima would always be able to calm him down.

The car has been parked perfectly in the courtyard of Bima's house. Jihan saw a luxurious house. Two-story. "Mas, is this your home?" ask Jihan. Bima also nodded. "Let's go in" Bima grabbed Jihan's hand to hold.

Jihan. "Why again?" Jihan shook her head. "I am insecure with you, it turns out you are the son of the man"

Bima laughed as a result of Jihan's words. "Why should insecure? Listen baby, this is the property of his parents, not your Bima mas. Belonged to your new mas able to occupy the official house aka the police dormitory. Already ah, from earlier most of the reasons you ah"

Jihan was still doubtful. Bima solidifies Jihan's heart. "Don't be pessimistic before trying, because it's the same as cowardice"

Jihan smiled and sighed. He entered with Bima into his house. "Assalamualaikum" they both said.

"Greetings" replied a woman who still looked beautiful in her old age. "Mah" Bima called the woman as Mamah, yes it was Mamah Renita, Mamah of Bima.

Bima greeted, hugged, and kissed his mother's forehead. Jihan also joined Mamah Renita. "How are you Bim? This it? This is what made Mamah's son move on?" mama Renita asked filled with smiles.

"Jihan aunty" Mamah Renita smiled. "Come sit down please"

"How are you, Jihan? Your kids never mess with you, do they?" Jihan sat in front of Mamah Renita. Bima was sitting next to him. Jihan shook her head. "Bima's mom is good aunt"

"Tante, ma'am!" the Mama Renita Protest. "You work?" Jihan nodded. "Where's work?"

"In samsat the city of Mah" Jihan replied. "Bim, please tell bi Atun to drink the same snack that was mamah to bring here yes"

Bima nodded and passed towards the kitchen. Mamah Renita and Jihan live in the living room. Makes Jihan's heart beat irregularly.

"Jihan, where do you know Mamah's son?" ask Mamah Renita. Deg. Jihan wasn't ready for that question. Because, he first met Bima when he was chaotic to drunk.

Aduuuhhh,.... why this question is thrown out anyway?? What do I have to answer dong? If lying is afraid later will be found out, but..... if honestly, Mamah mas Bima will be ilfeel is not the same as me?? What should it be... Jihan thoughtlessly answered Mamah Renita's question.

"Damples"

"Eh, i-iya mah, how was that?"

Mamah Renita smiled. "Where are you with Bima?"

Bima brought back her favorite fries. And present it on the table. "Mah's drunk" Bima replied, making Jihan glare at him. "Huh? Drunk??" asked Mamah Renita who was surprised.

Jihan nodded. "Yes, Mah, sorry Jihan"

"Why get drunk?" ask Mamah Renita again. "Because of the breakup" ledek Bima. Jihan hit his arm.

Mamah Renita laughed. "Really Jihan?" Jihan nodded. "Oh Allah, do not repeat! Mamah does not like the prospective mantu Mamah playing to such a place! Jihan Jihan, like no other man, you ruin yourself. Mamah does not want to know, if until Mamah hears you play it to the bar again, cancel being a mother-in-law"

Jihan forced her smile. "I-iya mah, no longer really, Jihan promise not going to play to that place again. But... If karaoke can't mah?"

Bima and Mamah Renita laughed. "Can't! If you want karaokean tuh, on the second floor, complete all" Mamah Renita still forbid Jihan. Jihan forced her smile back.

The drink came, Mamah Renita invited Jihan to drink it. Jihan quickly finished her drink. "Busyet.... really thirsty yank?" ask Bima.

Jihan pinched his arm. "Oh yes Jihan, Bima's papa can't meet you, he's on business in Sleman"

"Yeah, no papa" Mamah Renita smiled. "Here" mama Renita told Jihan to move position next to her. Jihan hesitated. Bima looked at him and nodded. Finally, Jihan moved.

"Mama happy, you managed to win the heart of Mamah's child, you are a good child, cheerful, but jealous. Many stories with Mom about you. Mamah believes Bima's choice can not be arbitrary. So... don't break Mom's trust, baby? Keep relationships, so personal is more mature. If you're ready, tell me your mas, when are you ready for our family. Okay Jihan?"

Jihan became moved by Mamah Renita's words. He nodded and hugged Mamah Renita. Mamah Renita and Bima smiled at him. "Thank you Mah, Jihan thought it would be difficult to get the blessing of the camer"

"Either. Not all parents are stupid, baby. Some are like that, but many are more open-minded. Because we are happy, we decide. Not based on the criteria that others want, but we ourselves choose and establish the choice"

Jihan nodded. "Mom, the food is ripe" Bi Atun came and told him that the food was ready. "Still Bi, let's eat first. Can you cook, right?"

Jihan nodded. "It could be mah, but simple cooking"

"No papa, it's important first. How many brothers are you?" Mamah Renita asked about the Jihan family.

"Jihan is Mah's only child, just like Bima's. But Papah Jihan died when Jihan was 6"

"Ooo... Sorry you do not know, Bima never told the story" explained Mamah Renita. They sit in the dining room. "Come on, monggo Jihan"

Jihan nodded. He took Bima's plate. "How big is it?" ask Jihan. "One centong is quite yank" replied Bima.

Mamah Renita smiled at the intimacy between her son and his future ex. Jihan is painstaking in serving Bima. "How much rice do you want?" ask Jihan.

"Half a centong, Mamah can't eat much. Know the food of Bima's misery right?" Jihan shook her head.

"Lhoh, didn't you say Bim?" Bima shook her head while bribing her rice. "The five liked French fries the most, didn't like meatballs the most"

Jihan nodded. They ate quietly until the food on their plates was gone.

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