AISYAH LOVE VERSE

Dream Son-in-law

It was a relief after finishing the Arabic practice exam. Arabic is hard enough for me. Unlike Nuri, he is the best in Arabic. Whenever there is an Arabic race, Nuri will always come along. Even Nuri had won one provincial level Arabic Debate competition.

But during the practice exam, what was more stressful for me was actually, when it came to dealing with the teacher, Mas Hamzah.

I stepped out of class.

" Aishy, we're going to Malioboro for a little while in the afternoon" Nuri caught up with me from behind.

"Males ah's, man,... Tomorrow-afternoon. I promise you I'll help you make some cake this afternoon."

" Halaah, your style will help. Help me eat, though? At most also Mbok Minah who is busy playing. Ndoro Ayu mah sat down

sweet."

" Eh, really. I want to make a lot of cake. To be brought to my sir's house. Do you remember Winda? My uncle's son from Sleman. He wants a proposal."

"Sir...?" Nuri tried to remember.

"That's you see, Winda, my cousin who had come to my house at that time, when we were both working on the task of making a masterpiece in my room again. You'll meet Winda, he'll come into my room. You don't remember figure ?"

" Oh yes. I recall. Loh, isn't she just graduated from school the same as us ?"

"No. Linda graduated last year. Now again in 2nd semester at UGM."

"Cepet temen want to marry, yes,..."

"In her match."

"Oh, that. Kog wants to, yeah,... Winda in matchmaking. Though Winda is quantiiik yes,..."

"Stupidity among the noble was already a common thing Nur. Sometimes to defend the national title let it not be lost, so arrange a matchmaking. Yes, although not all of them, but most noble families do. Especially if women, must often be in a match. You see if the noble woman, continues to marry the same man who is not noble, then her son will not get a noble title again. Different if the male noble, even though the same marriage of women who are not noble, his son will still get the title of noble."

"Don't you get Aishy's match !"

"I don't want to, though,..! My father also said, I won't make love to me."

"But if for example later you marry an ordinary person, who is not a noble descendant as well, then your child will not be a noble anymore. Missing dong, her blue blood."

"My mother is also not a descendant of Nur, how is it different that I am with my mother? Is my degree higher than my mother's? Because I inherited noble blood from my father, while my mother doesn't have it ?"

"Yes, that's not Aishy, either,..."

"Continue,..??"

"Well, baby if your son doesn't have his peerage like you. Loss, he he he."

"Love it, if our children do not understand religion. That's just a loss...!"

"Ah, you are Aishy, you are,..! If I was, then,... If there were a prince of royal descent who asked for me, I would have accepted. Then be me Princess Cinderella !"

Nuri said while lifting up a little skirt, and walking on her tiptoes and then spinning like Princess Cinderella's style.

"You mostly watch fairy tale movies. The story of the little boy Nur,..Nur. Ha ha ha."

I laughed at Nuri's behavior which looked very funny.

"Eh but, if you only want to marry the same royal descendants, you will marry the same Mas Mirza. Although not a prince, but it is still a royal descendant, so there is still a little smell of the prince. Dry smell. Ha ha ha."

"What,...?? Same with Mirza,..?? Emoooooh I'm !"

"Why emooh ?? My brother is handsome. Descendants again. According to your dream husband's criteria."

"Just emooh if the same masmu. The jailer !" Nuri said while she was singing a little of her mouth.

My house with Nuri's is close. Since childhood we have played together. Almost every day Nuri plays at my house, or I play at her house. So, Mas Mirza has been familiar with Nuri since childhood. Think of Nuri like a sister. Therefore, not infrequently, Mas Mirza also often menjahili Nuri. And Mas Mirza, when I was a kid, was naughty.

I remember once, Nuri was once made to cry hysterically to scream, because Nuri's barbie doll was taken with Mas Mirza, who was a child, keep her doll hair in the scissors run out and her face in the mustache and beard, so that the doll Nuri turned into a male doll. If you remember now you want to laugh, funny.

"Eee, don't be Nur. I'll kualat later you. Now say emooh, uh turns out to be a mate, ha ha ha." I mocked Nuri.

"Just emoooh if your brother is the same. Just find me another family. That's cute and kind." Seloroh Nuri's.

Fun chatting while walking without feeling already arrived in front of my house. The distance between my house and school is not too far, only about 10 minutes walk.

"Nur, stop by my house yuuk first."

"Males ah, I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep at home."

"If so later in the afternoon to my house yes, help make a cake. You haven't been home for a long time, you've been asking me about mom."

Indeed, since the preparation for the school exam, both Nuri and I, so rarely met except at school. Busy to learn each.

" Okay, God willing."

Nuri waved her hand and walked towards her house which was only a few meters away from my house.

I opened the gate and entered the courtyard. The flowers of jasmine belonging to the mother look withered and budding due to the sun. Some also fall to the ground.

Hm, um,..Tumben mom hasn't harvested it.

"Assalamualaik." I sat down on the porch by the door.

"Walaikumsalam" Mbok Minah opened the door, and hurriedly walked up to me.

"Eee, Non Ayu is home. Tired ya Non,..? Here Mbok Well bring the bag inside."

"Don't go mbok, I can bring my own kog."

"Yes already. Or want to make a drink? Non Aisyah wants to drink what? Den Mirza from the city, bring home a lot of fruits loh Non. There are grapes, oranges, apples, the same avocado. Want to make Non juice ?"

"Hmmm, um,... You can mbok. Just make orange juice. It looks like it's hot "

" Neither Non, Mbok Nah make a sueegeeeer anyway." Mbok Minah went back inside the house.

"Eh, mbok, do not take it to the room yes the juice.Put it in the refrigerator. I'll take it myself." I said half screaming.

"Okay non, Ready !" Mbok Minah from the house.

Mbok Minah is the maid in my house. She is a widow, her husband died in an accident while working in a factory. Mbok Minah has worked in my house for decades, since I was in third grade. So we already consider Mbok Minah like a family of his own.

Mbok Minah has 2 boys, Parto and Paijo his name. Parto is the same age as Mas Mirza, while Paijo is two years younger. Father also funded the school of Parto and Paijo until they finished SMK. When they graduated, in fact they were told to go to college as well as dad. Father who will finance everything, but they do not want to, and feel already grateful enough for school until the end of SMK. They choose to work after school. Now the two of them also helped the car repair shop owned by Mas Mirza.

 

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I went into the kitchen, and immediately opened the refrigerator, took the orange juice that was made Mbok Minah. Mom and Mbok Minah look busy preparing tools to make cakes later in the afternoon.

Mas Mirza sat casually in front of the dining table while enjoying a plate of pieces of fruit in front of him.

I approached and pulled a chair near Mas Mirza. Then sit down and enjoy my orange juice.

"Woooh.... Masya Allah, the juice made by Mbok Nah is indeed segeeer."

"Mosok anyway? try Aishy's little !"

Mas Mirza reached out with a hand intending to grab my glass of juice. I hurriedly raised my glass of juice and kept it out of reach of Mas Mirza's hand.

"Have it, I can't. I'm still thirsty tofu mas."

"Den Good would you too?? In the refrigerator there is still Den, it deliberately made a bit much. Want to get Den ?"

Mbok Minah who saw the behavior we both tried to break up.

Mas Mirza got up from the chair, took a glass and poured orange juice from the refrigerator, then sat back down.

"Mas, there's a greeting from Mas Hamzah. Said you were told to play in the cottage."

"Hama,... Is it Mr Kyai ?"

"Yes, Hamzah his son Pak Kyai. Is there another Hamzah? Wong your friend Hamzah is just that one."

"Weh, has he come back from Egypt? When did he come ?"

"Don't know when it's coming. Ask yourself if you meet the same person."

"Where did you meet Hamzah? Did he find you at school ?"

"Not.... It was Mas Hamzah who became the teacher of the examiner during the Arabic practice exam in my class."

I dare not be honest with Mas Mirza about the incident at school this morning. I could be on ledekin with him.

"It's the night I play at the cottage. Kangen ee with Hamzah. The last time he came home was when I was still Junior High. Uh, not ding, not ding,... I'm in 2nd grade SMK like that." Mas Mirza said, as if speaking for himself.

I kept quiet, lazy to respond.

Or rather, I was busy with my own thoughts.

 

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This afternoon, though,. Nuri actually came to my house. The four of us, me, Nuri, mother, and Mbok Minah, were busy in the kitchen making cookies.

"For Nur, the new kog looks." I say hello to Nuri.

"Inggeh Ma'am.... Busy studying, no time to play."

"Piye kabare your mother ?"

"Alhamdulillah, healthy mother. When I came here, I made rendang."

"Where is the rendang? My figure wasn't brought by Nur ?" I joke.

Nuri's mother is a good bikin rendang. In the past, when girls, he said he had long worked in the field restaurant. So to the extent that he is also good at cooking rendang. When people around here there are more hawatan, Nuri's mother is often asked for help to become a special cook rendang meat.

"Yo hasn't mateng yet Aishy, the new wong is cooked. The rendang was long in the cooking. If you're cooking tonight, it's anterin."

"He he, he,... Asyiik, dinner tonight. Rendang made by your mother is the most ueenaak. Lose the taste of the rendang of the pasture restaurant at the crossroads of the road."

"You are Aishy, if you just eat happy. Try, all of you learn to make rendang with Nuri's mother. So that you can also cook kayak Nuri." Mama said as her hands were busy mixing flour.

"Here please diplokin eggs in the baking pan, trus in the mixer mix butter and sugar two glasses. One egg dough eight seeds." Mom gave me instructions.

"OK, mom...!"

Soon I took the baking sheet, and I put the butter, sugar, and started to break the eggs on it.

"Loh Aishy ! The eggs should not be broken on it. If there is a rotten egg ___ "

"LOOK !!"

Uncompleted Nuri spoke, suddenly the fifth egg I broke erupted in my hand. The black liquid melted out from the egg shell that I was still holding. The stench spread.

"__ The cake batter is all broken." Nuri finished her sentence.

"Astaghfirullah, the eggs are rotten ma'am." I said while looking at Mom.

Mom just shook her head.

"Aishy should, mecahin telornya not directly on the dough. Broken it on a small bowl first, just put it in the dough one by one. So suppose there is a rotten egg, yes only one seed is just on the bowl. The dough's not all victims." Nuri continued to explain at length.

"He he, he,... Sorry I don't know." I grinned by myself. Then I stood up and lifted the pan with the dough for me to throw away.

"Here ma'am, let me have the cake mixers."

Nuri took out a new baking dish and replaced my job to make cake dough. I was busy washing my broken hands and the smell of rotten eggs.

"You are Nur, indeed the ideal ghost candidate. Been pretty, pinter, diligent in the kitchen too." I commend Nuri.

"If Nuri dreams of mother, then just match Mas Mirza Bu...." I said while winking one eye at Nuri.

"Well, that's right Non. Den Good if the same Mbak Nuri is compatible. Ganteng & ayuu, have been familiar since childhood. So they both would fit."

Mbok Minah who has since focused in front of the oven baking cakes, so follow-up give an opinion.

"Ho oh, Nur's gelem piye? So manku? mirza's figure is less handsome for you ?" Mom seduces Nuri.

The seduced Nuri pretended not to hear, and was serious with a mixer in her hand. But I know, actually in his heart he's stuck in such a tease.

Finally the atmosphere of the kitchen became exciting full of laughter, because of the discussion of the dream daughter-in-law.

*Nuri (visual illustration)

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