BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

48. That Guest Is Papa

Sunday morning, as usual, I spent time with Dinda to help with the homework that piled up over the course of a week. Starting from washing clothes that exceed the height of Mount Merapi, ironing and cleaning the entire house.

"It turns out to be tired too, yeah." I said to Dinda, after all the work was done.

In our house, there was nothing to help because in the past your income as a florist was only enough for the cost of school and living the three of us. After I worked, I once proposed to my mother to hire people, but she refused, on the grounds that she was used to working on it, when her work was done, instead fearing confusion, because she was used to doing it.

"Package!" exclaimed a middle-aged young man, in front of the fence of the house which was only three meters away from the door where Dinda and I were sitting.

I immediately grabbed the veil, then went out to see the father who delivered the package. A parcel. Seeing the name of the sender, it made me almost jump. The rangga?

"Who is Rangga, brother?" dinda asked, she began to look at me with a probing look. "Sister, don't try to be a playgirl you know, brother is going through a period of taaruf with mas Ken?" said Dinda again.

"I know, you know. Who is playgirl. Rangga's sister source brother." I said, while the way inside.

"Open, brother. Dinda wants to see."

"Yes now you." I squeezed Dinda's nose.

"A little bit" he chuckled.

"Who's package, Ra?" ask the mother who just came out of the room.

"Rangga, ma." I replied.

"Let's open, brother!" chase Dinda again.

I slowly opened the pink parcel with the matching ribbon, then there was a large box of chocolate that I knew was quite expensive. There was also writing that he pinned on the parcel.

I hope we can meet again. Signed, Rangga.

The message written by Rangga. So that makes Dinda splash. Somehow he even concluded that Rangga had feelings for me.

"Don't just talk!" I said, firmly to Dinda.

"Yes, don't be so reckless!" connect mama.

"Cie Mama, has made the choice attitude, wants to have a son-in-law of Ken!" cheers of Dinda again.

"Even if you want to, but if your sister doesn't want to, what can you do, Din?" mama said in a clear voice.

"Ma, don't be so dong." I'm not feeling good.

"Eat him, brother make a choice. Mama has a mantab once choose Ken mas, sister do not hesitate anymore" said Dinda.

While chatting with mom and Dinda, we were suddenly startled by the sound of greetings again.

Papa's. He, there was a papa standing at the door, together with Aunt Yuni, the new papa's wife. They smiled at us.

This dream? I still can't believe that papa really came here. After a dozen years of never coming to this house. Now, papa is there.

"Father!" peekik Dinda's. He immediately ran, splashing in papa's arms.

I'm still standing in the same place. With tears in their eyes. Looking at the sight I longed for. Yes, I always dreamed and pinned in prayers so that papa could meet us, hugging tightly. Like the habits of a father with his daughter.

"Rara, you don't want to hug papa?" ask papa, in a raucous voice, holding back tears from spilling.

"Pa," I walked slowly. Afraid if this is a dream, then wake up and all is gone.

"By!" papa returned my embrace.

Dear God, thank you for bringing back my father in our lives. I repeatedly said hamdalah because He has returned my dearly beloved father. Papa that I miss so much.

"It's not a dream, is it?" I said, because ever since the telephone debate, I didn't dare to hope that papa would come to us.

"Not son, this is really papa. Forgive me, papa." said papa again. "Rara, will Dinda forgive you?" repeat papa again.

"Nothing to forgive, pa. Rara has let go of all the misunderstandings in the past." I said.

"Thank you, son." Papa clasped our hands tightly.

Mama and Aunt Yuni also hugged each other. They apologized for the relationship that had been a dozen years ago. I smiled again at the sight I longed for.

Even if parents decide to separate, they should not make a distance from the child because they are not guilty of what happened.

Finished forgiving each other, the five of us sat together in the living room. Who would have thought, papa's arrival today is because of Ken. He turned out yesterday to come to papa in Bogor. In addition to asking for permission, Ken also helped straighten out what really happened.

"Papa was really amazed by Ken, Ra. Papa hope you're a match!" said papa.

"Yes Ra, Ken who made us realize that it turns out that we have been wrong for making a distance with you. Aunt supports you with Ken, Ra. As well as now we all know the wisdom of the failure of Rara's past marriage plan, God replace it with a better one" said Aunt Yuni.

"Well, God willing Ken is the best!" My mom gave me support for Ken.

"Dinda also supports Ken. Already rich, kind, salih, handsome, very dear again brother Rara!" connect Dinda.

"Hus, what kind of kid is going along?" I'm back to poking Dinda's nose.

Ken, how can I thank you for the service you have done. You've been putting a child together with his father whose relationship has deteriorated since a few years ago. A message of thanks not to forget I sent to Ken, while we were still together.

[I will try to do anything to make you happy, Ra. I'm not kidding around. This is one proof that I'm serious about you, Ra. Please, from now on don't doubt me anymore.] A reply from Ken.

Ken left me with nothing to say.

[So, when do you want to accept my proposal?] another message from Ken.

[Why are you in such a hurry?] my many.

[Cause justifying you is one of my biggest dreams right now. You should know, Ra. If I have a dream, then I will try hard to make it happen. Please don't make me wait too long.]

[Then what about your parents?]

[When can we go there?]

I took a deep breath. Don't know what to answer. While my gaze was fixed on papa, Aunt Yuni and the mama who looked familiar were chatting. While Dinda back and forth serves dishes, while occasionally chiming in on the conversation.

[Late next week. Come.] I said, in the message I wrote after saying basmallah. Really, right now my heart is really restless. There is a feeling of pleasure, but also fear. Worried that Ken's parents would refuse, given our social status was vastly different. And the women around Ken. Can they accept?

Ahhhh, Rara, don't think about it all. Just walk. For the business of marriage worship first self, new someone else! That's what Gita always taught

I looked back at Ken's message. God, is this really my soul mate? What kindness have I ever done to get something like this?