Certified Old Virgin

Terrorized Mom.

"Serious mac!"

Crazy, this is crazy. The story is like this, yes. Help out!

No no! Mom must be just prank doang. Yes, I'm sure it is. Mom's just kidding.

"Emak must be joking, right? Why all of a sudden, Mom?" I move on from the couch and close the laptop. The glasses that were still on my nose are now gone. Suddenly it was raining outside.

I swear, I'm riled up and it's all my mother's country.

"Iye, really. Emangnye your mother's a ngibble?"

Well, start to hurry. Habits of mother-of-one. Huge mulu from the past.

"But why all of a sudden, Mom? I'm not ready."

"Yes because you always ngeles when asked when to marry. Lug, loh. Your age is going to pass the numbers on the calendar. Partly very single. You're not rusty anymore, Dis. Emangnye you want to bear the title of a spinster?"

How ….

Athaghfirullah, patient patience.

"You want to be a spinster? Want to fight the same fate as Mom?"

Astaghfirullah, that's not it.

I am a foster child. My mother's name is Fragrant, Pure Fragrant. She's a spinster with a foster child and I'm the oldest foster child. Below me are two more adopted children. One becomes a police officer, one becomes a midwife. And we're all women.

"Emery! I'm not old, Mom. Tega really talks about cake like his own son." I misuh-misuh, how not to be annoyed try when the grumbling mother like this. Rise up I will be. The idea to write a romantic scene is so big.

"Ye .. don't accept this child's reality. You're thirty-one, girl ...."

"But it is not obligatory for me to mate, Mak. Marry her tomorrow - tomorrow."

"About!"

Lah, even more intense.

"Mom!"

"Eape? Wanna protest? Mustnye's an angry mother, Dis. You're Mom's eldest son. Your grandfathers are already in marriage. Even they have a lot of kids, you know what 'cause?" Mother paused for a moment. "Because mating is good."

"Sme!" I cried who could not tolerate the talk of the women who have cared for and loved me since childhood. My head suddenly pulsated.

I slowly pinched my nose trying to neutralize the emotions. This mother is patient. Before saying kudu raup breath while Istighfar.

"Girl, you're still there, right?"

"Iye, still."

"Do you not speak ape?"

"understand. But not this month either. I can't afford an impromptu cake gini, Mak."

"Emangnye? You said you had a girlfriend. Name of namenye, Reza, Rosi, Rezi ... Ah, this is a mouth."

"Rash, Mom. Rasya," I replied in a deep voice. Resisting that unopposed anger is even more incredible. More Joss than a fart.

"Nah iye, Rasha. So now the problem is ape? You are both adults, you should never date again. Come boyong to palaminan."

"Goodbye, Mom! Everywhere the bride is carried. It's back, anyway," I'm upset.

Crazy, he said it like I don't have any self-esteem anymore. If only he is a fruit, maybe even diobral with a cheap price. Buy one free two.

Sorry, Mak!

"Yes because you're not young anymore, Dis. I had no chance to sell expensive. Mom doesn't want to know, by the end of this month you should be married. If not, Mom will accept Udin's proposal. It's been your crush for a long time."

"The Udin?"

No no. Can't do.

I moved to the hp position. From the one on the right it turns to the left.

"Lu still knows Udin, right?"

"Know, Mother. But yeah, dong. Bang Udin is a widower."

I'm nervous I swear. So the sofa feels hot.

I moved from the sofa to the window. Hope the beautiful flowers arranged in the yard next to the house can neutralize the frustration. Unfortunately it has no effect.

Athaghfirullah!

"Emang kenape to duda?" The mother on the other side of the phone sounded worse.

Die me.

"But!" my mother shouted from across the phone.

"Kenape won't, kenape?"

"Ribet, Mother. The child has two. Girls don't want to take care of stepchildren. Girl's scared shit, Mom."

"Well, then, Dis. You should be able to convince your girlfriend to get married. If die doesn't want to, you marry him to Udin. Pretty, even a widower, he's a goat man. I'm sure you won't be flaccid. Why earn big if not sell."

"Yes, Mom! Tega said so much to his own son."

"Udah. Anyway the decision of Mother ude final ni ye. You brought that Rosi home this week. The end of the month."

"But, Mak—"

His name is Rasya, Mak. Rasha. Rossi is a racer. How am I going to date the same Caucasian? Wong knew it was yes no, yes no, ah .. no yes, no yes, doang.

Holy hooch! Mama!

I raised my head and thought for a moment. Remembering the word for word that you just said, while thinking hard. But, instead of being calm, instead of getting the solution, I was getting more agitated.

What apes, anyway!

How is the story of the woman who went first. And Rasya, Rasya is not necessarily willing. We never talked about marriage. The relationship is like rucika.

"Goodbye, Mom!"

Upset, I kicked the couch, but because of the pain, I stopped the activity. That pain.

Okay, whatever you want I still have to be selow. Must smart. It has to be elegant. I don't want to marry Udin but still don't want to look ahead to Rasya. Fear that guy even ilfil and then go find another girl. It's not funny.

I touched the phone screen again and brought it closer to my ear when my number was connected.

"Yes, Dis," he snatched from there.

"Rasya, where are you now?" ask me to the point. My frustration is still there to just mince words it feels impossible. Maybe he's not angry.

"Again at home, Dis. Why?"

Wait for. Hearing Rasya's answer it felt like something was wrong. The breath of my girlfriend is heard.

What exactly did he do?

"Are you really home? How come your voice is running away?" my many.

"Eh! Yes, I am now in the gym. Oiya why call?"

Well, there's this weird one. It can be different places at one time. And also Rasya's question as if I'm not happy I'm calling. He sounds cold. It's just a feeling I doang.

Huf!

Dispersing the negative thoughts that had lodged in the head, I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He should be able to convince Rasya. Right now only Rasya can hide me from Mother's tantrums.

"Rasya, can we meet tomorrow? I have something to talk to you about."

"Oh, yeah. Tomorrow to the resto. We had lunch there."

***

The heart of the meeting arrived and I was at the place of appointment. Come five minutes from the deal.

I also circulated my gaze around the restaurant while trying to suppress the nervousness that ran through the mind since last night. It's because of Mom. It could mean that his son is married. That's why I have to call the script overnight so that there's time to meet Rasya.

Isha! Basic Mom! Baget baget by now! Can he dream of doing this. Huf! Take the name Udin again. Yes, the time I married Udin. Not benget.

Gini, giny. Even though the age that Mother said had exceeded the numbers on the calendar, but still my husband's level was still high. Now I'm in love with a handsome, hard-working guy. Guys who always understand the busyness and never protest if I rarely or forget to reply to messages and pick up the phone. She's the girl's dream boyfriend like me. Yes, the time I married Udin.

Not ah. People are so fucked. Rich is rich, he's a goat and a cow. But it's a weird guy. The widow in the village was seduced all the same she. Where do I want to marry a bangkotan ganjen like him. Could have a stroke at my early age later.

Oh yeah, my girlfriend's name is Rasha Adipta William. A handsome, established guy who is two years older than me. Rasya himself works as a manager at one of the star hotels in Semarang. The hotel is where we met. The reason is simple, it doesn't take a lot of time and I understand that.

Oiya, I myself have lived in Semarang for a long time, while my family all live in Jakarta. Neither mother, nor adek-adak. I've been living apart since I graduated High School. What is the reason, there certainly is. And I don't want to remember that for now. Make the mood disappear.

I looked around and felt my heart rise suddenly. Don't know why, maybe nervous. Hufh, I'm like a puberty ABG.

While waiting I try to fix myself. I reached into the small mirror in the bag, and began to fix the mekap. Lips that are still colored even back I put on lipstick.

Okay, I'm beautiful. She must be clingy about the charm of a Rose Girl Jasmine.

Rasya, I'm ready to be a wife.

I returned to look around. The clothes were rearranged again even though they did not change at all, still neat and fragrant. Just because I'm nervous, it feels like everyone wants to be broken down.

"Girl!"

I certainly looked for the direction of the voice and saw my boyfriend approaching. The heart felt a bit flowery because he called my name, sounding so excited. Makes me feel like.

I think I'm back to being ABG.

I greet Rasya with gratitude. My priest looked more handsome with a shirt and suit, so neat and looks dignified. I was asleep for a moment. We haven't seen him in almost a month. Once he met he was even cooler. Suamiable.

"Sit down, Shay," I bargained as I stood up, then sat down again as Rasya also began to lay down on the restaurant chair.

"What do you want for lunch?" I continued with my lips. Let's be more cute.

But, Rasya shook his head. "Necessary, Dis. I'm still full. If you want, you'll order."

Hmm, full? I know I eat at home. Let not be sparse. Now if I eat myself, it will fall. Ye kan's.

Never mind.

"No need, Yes. I'm full too" I said. Of course it's a lie. In fact, the worms in my stomach began to decorate for food.

But now eating is not important. I have to express my intention to not end up marrying Udin.

A few moments quiet. Rasya stared fixedly at me. Circumstances that of course give a strange twinkle in this chest. Shame and shame on me.

"Why?" my question while justifying the hijab.

Again Rasya's response was just a head bob with a smile that .. I don't know, it felt weird.

Rasya, what are you hiding? Why do I feel different today?