Between You and My Parents

Chapter 7 Your Proposal

"Why don't you ever receive my dear phone."

Haris' message I never responded, I was still disappointed with his attitude during the holiday.

"I'm glad I proposed to you. Tomorrow I'll be there with my parents!"

I finally got hooked to return the message.

"I'm not ready yet.I'm sorry because I'm busy preparing my graduation which is only two days away."

"That means I'll finish my graduation there".

"Aduuuhhh."

"Darling to work at my house."

I started not responding to him anymore, 'cause he's so chuckling".

"Oh yes.. You remember the Son, right? That buddy?".

"Yes".

"So I gave you your phone number, it's okay !."

"Oh.it's okay".

"Udah first yes ! I'm really busy.

For some reason I smiled to myself when the gladi was on the campus, I felt something strange when the name of the Son was called. I can't wait for my son to call me. But until the gladi is done, there is no sign of my phone ringing what else the message came in.

Flashbeck

Actually I don't dislike Haris, just that Haris is not my type.

I want to find a priest who can teach me about religion, able to lead me as ma'mum in my household. Haris doesn't have it all, that's why I'm indifferent to him.

I wanted to open my heart to him.

"Hi you pray?".

I want to know how his day is.

"Dear not, pray mah first. The work is still stacking".

"Kok so.. freelancing your job first, you pray first there !!!".

"All who pray I can later. It can't be left with this."

I don't know what work makes it can't take it off for 5 minutes just remember the creator.

I did not respond to the message again, and started opening my facebook.

I saw Branda Haris sitting in her office chair. I saw the comments of his friends who asked him what he was like in his office. Turns out he is as Adminitrator (financial department) in his office.

Hours 15.15 WiB. I closed the facbook and wanted to rest. But the message came in my phone.

"Honey I just finished, I'll go to prayer first".

"What solat?".

"Yes pray zuhur is".

"You're more concerned with work, aren't you?".

"Let's love, we'll look for future expenses before achherat.".

I read the message shaking my head. I don't want to have a husband just for the world.

"Laris looks like we'll never fit in".

"Well, that's what it is, baby."

I no longer responded because I was increasingly unwilling to give him hope.

That's why I don't want to accept Haris in my life. Because he is more concerned with a temporary world.

After the rehearsal, I chilled in the room with Ani.

"Where is my sister going to work?".

"Not yet, perhaps. Because I took an education course. I'm obviously going to teach".

"Where are the days, brother? If there's no insider, maybe you'll be unemployed until someone loves your diploma !."

"Huzzz".

"Yes, I'm taking a break, brother".

"OKs".

Ani had fallen asleep in my room and I saw the Gallery in my diaphon. My eyes focus on one of the photo holidays with Haris and his friends. Somehow I stood beside the Son, and the Son posed like he was putting his hand on my shoulder like he was holding my neck. I should have been standing next to my girlfriend Haris.

I finally finished S-1 education. But I do not work directly, I have gone to apply in various schools just not rizki. Until I finally met a friend in SD first.

"Yuyuuu."

I saw him shopping at the supermarket. Because I was also shopping for kitchen necessities with my mom.

"Minda.. Hey, long time no see!".

"You're shopping ?".

"Yes, my mom, oh where do you work now."?

"Save borrowed copration.... Where are you?".

"No, I'm still running."

"Work where I am, good, salary is also good."

"Are you really? But my diploma is yun education".

"No problem. There's also a lot of S-1 education."

"When can you get there?".

"When you can,"

"Tomorrow, where's your number?".

"0878654xxxxx".

"Ok tomorrow I'm telphon." I asked a lot about the office. Finally we talked for a long time in the supermarket while choosing what to buy.

"Dinda, let's go home." Suddenly my mother was behind me

"Oh yes, mother."

"I'm going home first ! We'll see you tomorrow."

"OKs".

I followed mom from behind to the cashier. Mom bought a lot of stock seasonings and everything else.

"So who's son".

"Old friend mom".

"Oh".

Mom and I went out after getting comfortable paying the cashier. We went home and I took a handphone and gave my number to Yuyun.

Not long after there is a new number that sends a message.

"Casualvikum, dinda".

"Vaalaikumussalam. Who"!?

"Haris' friend's son."

"Ooh. Hi." Hey."

"What are you doing? I'm not disturbing?".

"No.. What's up"?.

"I'm sorry I asked for the number, said Haris you have a lot of friends. Can't I meet your friends?".

"Oh well, for a second, yeah, I'm looking for my friend's contact first." I then sought out the contacts of my friends and asked them for permission if there were any men who would like to know them.

After I send about 4 (four) contacts. I'm trying to tell you all the traits of my friend.

"But I don't want to date. I want to know you after getting married."

"Just try, there's no harm in trying".

"Okay, thanks dinda".

"OK."

I'm actually strange, how can I feel like I'm disappointed when the Son asks me for a number. But I lost that feeling because there was no way the Son could see a girl like me. Because of her type she is a closed woman, not me being sexy.

Next day. I went to apply for a job where Yuyun worked.

"Welcome to join mba Dinda, mba can already work tomorrow morning." A finance company menager shook my hand. I work as a field stap (marketing).

After the office, I went straight into the room. As usual I saw the handphone and started to rumble on the bed.

"Assalamualaikum, are you busy?".

"Waalaikumussalam, no, what's wrong?".

"I don't connect with all the numbers you love, only two numbers respond, and I'm ashamed of them."

Suddenly my heart was glad to hear my son's words to me.

"Good". I said in my heart.

"Continue ?". They're just my friends."

"It's okay. Maybe it's not my fate to find my soul mate".

"God's patience is preparing the best person possible for you?".

"He. yeah maybe! Oh yes... Have you prayed?".

"The woman must immediately take ablution water, if she has heard the kumandang adhan".

"He yes yes. I pray first then".

The son did not reply and I immediately went to fetch water ablution and then I took a break.

On a dark night. I sat in the window looking at the stars in the sky. In my heart I wonder why my fate is so difficult. Like my soul always rebelled against circumstances.

My days are like a mine. My father who was never fair, my mother who could not rebel. And the sisters who always wanted to win by themselves made my head feel heavy to think of something.

A little tear made my heart relieved.

My soul and anger weakened a little.

"You should teach, not operate. Why should I send you to S-1 education again. If you don't teach, will your knowledge be accompanied?" Dad scolded me outside.

"For his kids, yeah. Your son's been here and there proposing, just no license yet". Answer the mother who understands my helplessness.

"You have taken your son".

I don't care about everything I hear that it's important that I work and not be in this house.

I closed the window and turned off my room light. I started to sleep because I'm going to work tomorrow morning.

Thank God I was still breathing this morning. I cleaned myself and made the bed. I left for work early in the morning, without breakfast and without seeing my father.

I went to work with his spirit. In the first month my salary came out with the amount of Rp.1.xxx.xxx. And I only took 300 grand of my salary just to buy gasoline and food. The rest I give up my mother.

The next few months were like that. Up to 5 months of work. I must have mutated the East Lombok branch. It's just that it didn't last long. I was there only 2 months, and had to mutation again to Central Lombok.

Since I work the Son only gives news when I he confides or not I confide. In addition, we never met or connected. We only met once during the holiday.

I also rarely met father, Roy, and Ani, because they continued to study at UIN Walisongo University. While my father always stayed in the field when I lined up my mother's monthly salary.

I have Mes in the office so I rarely go home. In fact, I almost never stayed at home since I was scolded for the copration work.

"I think I was wrong Yun. What we do is Riba, and hated by God. But I have to work, whereas all the schools I go to always reject me."

"I am also so Din, always rejected so I enter this kekoprasi, inevitably because of the condition." Randi suddenly answered my complaint to Yuyun.

"Yes really Din, you just go first, all the while you look for a replacement for this job."

"But I don't work here anymore, because there are too many consequences."

"Yes you two rest, tomorrow we have to get up early because there is breeping."

We smiled at Randi and went to the room leaving him alone at the office.

When I was in the room I got a safia phone, because I wanted to talk important.

"Yes mom. What's up?"

" it was in the field that your father met with Haris' father. He said he would come to the house 3(three) days."

"For what?".

"Your room..-- since when did you date her son?".

"I don't want to. He is the only one who is crazy. I don't like mom---dad what to say?".

"Dad told him to bring your dowry 50 million."

"Oh, does the father agree?".

"He'll talk to his son first."

"Good is it." I wasn't so surprised when mom told me my dad's request to Haris' dad. Mom turned off her phone because Dad came.

I will wait for the third day, if Haris will come. "Hmmmm, there's no way she'd dare to come home".

I was working as usual, one week later no one called me. "That's right Haris didn't dare go home". I laughed to myself. When I want to confide in my son during work break. Even the first son sent a message.

"Assynoga".

I smiled because of the chat from Son.

"It just so happened that I wanted to chat". Just know I want to confide".

"Vaalaikumussalam". I returned the message.

"May I ask?".

"Emmm, may, please ?".

"If someone asks you to marry, do you want to?".

"Haha.. Haris who wants to take me?".

" if it is? Do you want to?".

"Ah. The others are". I jokingly returned the message.

"When what am I talking about?".

My heart started to thump. I felt like I was flying because of the reply.

"Do you dare to see my father?".

"Who's afraid, give me your address, tomorrow afternoon I'll be there".

"Beautiful Street, Sari alley, go straight in, there's a house at the end of the street it's my house".

"OKs. Thanks Dinda..-- How does Haris go? Isn't he going to propose to you?

"Haha.. No, how dare he. he said three more days he will come up one week no".

"Yes, see you tomorrow, do not forget to eat, pray, do not be too tired. Assalamallaikum !."

"Yes.waalaikumussalam.." I put the handphone in the bag after replying to the last message of the Son.

Today I am happy not to play. Does the son dare to see my father?."

After work, I say goodbye to my friends. Because it's Saturday-sunday off, so I can go home just to see my mom. But today was different, I went home to ask permission from my mother and father to get married.

When I got home I kissed my mother's hand.

"Where is mom?."

"So out the same Mr. Yar. Just a little back."

"Oh yes ma'am, I want to get married".

"Sama Haris's". Mother who was watching tv saw my death.

"No. I don't know him yet."

"Where is he from ? Is he serious?".

"Hopefully. He's coming this afternoon."

"This afternoon?". Come along soon".

I haven't finished talking yet, my handpon is ringing. "Son." I lift up immediately. Just this time I will hear the voice of the Son of Telphon. I'm smiling a little.

"Assynolajet.. Dinda, I'm under your house."

"Wa..waalaikumussalam? You're actually here?". The mother who listened to me was surprised and immediately went into the room to take the hijab.

I came out to see a figure who dared to come to my house. !!!

"Look at me upstairs, let's go up." Smile at the son who looks neat and polite.

"Assynoltomodel.."

"Waalikumussalam warahmatullah hiwabarokatuh". The son bowed his head and kissed my mother's hand. While I do not greet because it has not been his muhrim.

"Let's go in, son, and bring his friend in?". Saying mother with smiling face..

"Yes aunt.. Oh, um, um, is there aunty?."

"Go ahead yuk !! After we sat down for the soup and mom brought a cup of sweet tea for the Son .

"Well, I'll be home soon."

Not finished talking, I saw my father was chatting with om Yar in the house.

"After awhile". Mom went to see dad. Looks like mom is telling dad there's a guest. Mom's eyes are like glassy.

"There's a guest apparently!?".

"Of." Son standing kissing my father's hand.

"Sit-sit, son... When are you coming home?".

"Just now yeah.Yes I've been inside first yeah." I let father and son chat. I went to a room I hadn't been in for a long time.

"Om my intention here to propose to om's son, will om approve us?".

"If Om does approve if you like each other."

"Alhamdulillah". How is the problem of dowry Om".

"I'm asking you to give Dinda 10 grams of mas, and 25 million in cash."

"God willing Om, for I am a man who has no, simple life, so I ask Om time to gather the Mahar Om wants".

"Well I give you a month from now, Om asks for that, because Om wants his show at Om's house".

"Okay, I'll talk to my parents first."

"Okay, I'm waiting for your information. Om get out first. Dindaa"

"Yes yeah."

"Dad out and talk to your mother. You were the Son."

I smiled and sat in front of my son. We talked and joked. The son told him how he was, how his family was, and all about the neighbors of his village.

How will I become a wife, how will I behave in her family. The son told me to be ready for the first time at his house.

Mate, death, Rizki no one knows to whom and for whom. God prepared everything so beautifully that we could be thankful.