Dear Nolan
Please Understand

The busyness in the workshop area did not make Nolan move from the room. It was very different when he was exasperated for a long time. He prefers to spend his free time in the workshop. Now! Let alone free time, can be separated from the task of helping the administration alone, he was happy. Nolan has been busy with his computer ever since he came to the workshop.

But he has spread job info on social media. He only hopes to get additional employees immediately to help the workshop administration. Instead of what, Nolan felt his hands itchy if he could not come to touch the engine of the vehicle.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said the middle-aged woman who entered Nolan's room.

"Wa'alaikumusalam Ma." Nolan immediately stood up to realize the arrival of Mama Mitha.

He grabbed the hand of his beloved mother and kissed the back of her hand.

"Don't you say you want to come here?" ask Nolan.

"Indeed, Mama can't give surprise to Mama's son."

Mama Mitha walked over towards the window. He opened a white curtain that covered the window.

"It just so happened that Mama bought souvenirs for Abel and Davin near here. So Mama dropped by, want to see the progress of your home." Mama Mitha looked at the rudimentary building down the window.

"There are still forty percent Ma, at the earliest maybe four to five months away," Nolan replied, pointing to the building of his house.

"Mama's house will be quiet if you move, too" said Mama Mitha.

"Yes later if we get together again Ma," replied Nolan.

"Where to go, if you support your wife getting pregnant!" mama Mitha.

Nolan exhaled his coarse breath. He invited his mother to sit on the sofa..

"Ma, every married couple would want to have children. I'm not I support Nesya's decision. But this is indeed our deal, Ma. Mama can't misunderstand Nesya."

"No, the reason Nesya doesn't make sense for pregnancy? Many of my mama's friends whose children are pregnant but still able to run their jobs as doctors" Mama Mitha denied.

"That's according to Mama, according to Nesya not so Ma. He must have thought of the bad."

"Hes, indeed your wife is a lot of reason No," Mama Mitha denied again

"Astaghfirullah Ma's. Ma, I used to want to talk to Mama at home. I can't ask Mama for help" exclaimed Nolan.

"Ma, I'm asking Mama for help, don't press Nesya again about Ma's grandson. I was just afraid that Nesya would become stressed and that the two would not be able to walk. Nesya stress at home because Mama, in Nesya hospital is also stressed because of the thought, the koas are not finished-finished."

Nolan held Mama Mitha's hand. "Ma, we just need a prayer from Mama. We postpone like anything, if indeed God has predestined Nesya pregnant. Mama's gonna have grandkids too."

Mama Mitha smiled, "Yes No, lately mama's been a little rough with Nesya because Mama knows she doesn't want to get pregnant. Because you asked mama will refrain from grandchild problems. Bener also said you No, if Nesya is stressed, can be bothered if Nesya can not get pregnant."

"Thank you, Ma understood."

"But you persuade No, your wife a little bit. Who knows, you might change your mind. I can't wait to have a granddaughter of yours." Mama Mitha was still adamant.

Nolan scratched his non-itchy head. "Yes Ma. If it is time, it will be given to you too. We ask for prayers from Mama."

"Yes, you haven't eaten yet, so this is lunch. Mama just wrapped it for you," Mama Mitha handed me a plastic box.

"We ate together, Ma. Long time no bribes," joked Nolan. He opened a box containing his favorite Padang rice.

Mama Mitha chuckled, stroking her son's hair. Didn't expect his son who was stiff and rough on people now was as fast as this could be a husband. Sooner or later the kids will leave.

"You are eating! Mama's going home!" Mama Mitha got up from the sofa.

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Btc .....