Certified Old Virgin
quarreled.
I'm confused now. Why Edo and Irka become each other cold war gini. It's not good when there's a war all of a sudden. I haven't married yet when I want to go to war. Maddened. No way, anyway I have to stop them if suddenly want to jotos.
“No need to use this rough way when talking to girls. She's not a doll!” firmly Edo who makes my hair goosebumps. It turns out that Edo became serem if it was serious. I don't think I was either.
I turned to Irka, and she answered Edo's words. Uh, I'm actually confused about what to do. Want to hear their words also certainly can not let alone the gaze of Edo so serem. Afraid of skinning me.
“You who the hell from earlier took care of my business the same girl! I have no business with you,” reply Irka. It seems Irka is also angry with Edo. I don't know, I just saw her look sharp. His face had also turned as unfriendly as before.
Seriously. I was confused because I was in the middle. But, because I did not want any more debate, I finally answered Irka's words. “He's my neighbor, Ka. Don't make trouble. I males debate.”
It's true that I'm really lazy if I have to bacot. Especially just because of a problem like this.
“I nanya to him, not the same you, Girl!” Irka looked at me. I was afraid that his eyes suddenly came out with a laser that could cut off a limb. Hii serem. I shudder.
“Staff Girl. Wh why? Want sewot?” challenge Edo.
Irka was approaching Edo. I who was in the middle suddenly shifted and so behind Irka.
“Yes already if only the neighbors should not interfere. You go home!” expel Irka.
Edo glares. “Enak just play ngusir. I got here first. Lah Lu who ngusir-ngusir!”
Edo's words made Irka freeze. He could not reply at all. “Girl, don't want you pulled like that. Boys doing rough.”
“I'm not rude. Don't talk, dong!” reply Irka.
“That was holding him rough.”
Irka advanced as did Edo. They're facing each other. If my mind is struggling, I think I want to learn to dance. It's a shame the situation is not supportive. They are fighting mental skills, I thought.
‘Come Girl don't make your brain think weird!’
I shook my head. I ventured to stand in the middle and pushed the two men beside me. “Udah yes do not fuss. I don't want a neighbor who doesn't think.”
My talk seems to have no impact on them because a moment later Edo immediately interrupted, “mending Lu who went there!”
I glanced at Mom. He almost wanted to interrupt but I immediately signaled to be quiet. I put my index finger in front of my lips with my head.
“You're aja!” reply Irka does not want to lose. Looks like Irka turned into a difficult person to say. I don't know either, but since then Irka didn't want someone else to tell her.
“Lu aja!”
“You!”
They kept fighting, I got dizzy myself hearing it. I tried but failed to defuse their debate. Both of them are really hard to break.
I looked towards my mother. This time, my mother took over. He stepped forward and then put his hands on his waist. His face was fierce just like the mothers who were willing to collect debts. “Hei! Both of you are making a fuss in front of the house!” sentak Emak lantang. I want to close my ears, just afraid to say a bad boy. I finally tried to hold back even though my mother's voice was loud.
Miraculously, the two men next to me were instantly silent after many times I had tried to break it. And just one jolt of their mother did not dare to twitch. Like a scolded child.
“Enak actually Lu both screaming in front of Mak's house. Go sono!” Mom dragged my hand then. He did not care about the cengo views of the two people I was living in front of the house.
“Lu mending in! You little boy don't know manners! Nice really noisily in front of the house Mak.” Mom kept grumbling. I was pushed by Mom to enter the room.
“Lu don't go out. Look noh! There are two stressed people in front of it must be because of Lu.” My emotions started to flare up. “Lu didn't say anything to Irka but it was all riled up!”
I grunt. What the heck, why did Mom become the ultimate overexert all because of Irka doang.
“Asaan sih Mak?! I'm the same Irka is nothing!” my bell.
“Irka is handsome, Dis! Lu spec kayak Irka still wants to be rejected. What do you want anyway?!” reply Mom who then closed the door hard and passed away.
I who did not accept it answered immediately. “Mak! You don't understand. I don't have the same feeling Irka” shouted me who then stomped his legs. What the heck Mother, why so flatter Irka. Which is my son or Irka the truth.
Unfortunately, I was really hungry because I had not eaten since. Finally, I got out of the room and headed to the kitchen. There was my mother slicing onions.
I stepped up to get the plate. I sat across from my mother. My hands took the rice and side dishes. At that moment, I heard Mom's nagging.
“Dis ... Dis you actually want what the hell?”
My mother glanced at me. But I pretended I was eating. “Irka tuh well mana saucy, dashing again! Your time doesn't want to be the same he.”
I'm still eating. No. I gubris Mom's talk is more impressed disturbing. Astgahfirullah that. Actually I'm just upset so I'm talking recklessly.
“Lu is old, Dis, it's time to get married.”
O Allah. Marry again. Bosen I'm going to hear them rumble. The marriage was easy to count back the hand of the doang. If Mom knew how it feels to have a marriage whose business is more complicated. I'm the same Irka also has no taste.
“Lu review, Dis. At the end of this month, we decided to get married. Inget you, your age is old and so is Irka! Especially the ones that are waiting for. There is no! It's time to get married!”
I think if my ears could be removed for a while, I would like to be removed in five minutes. So tired of dreading Mother told me to kayak it continues. At the end of it I must have been the same Irka was told to marry a spit. Just delicious.
I glanced at Mom. Would like to answer, but Mother again added, “Emak tuh want to see you marry, Dis. You consider baek-baek yes, Dis,” said Mother who makes me dizzy.
I'm confused why parents must have told their children to get married. The thing is, I don't know who to marry. Irka is not the right candidate.
