Certified Old Virgin

By ourselves.

The locket had Irka. He gave it our way in the night market. He bought it for me. And why the pendant can hang in there, yes because I throw so sorry to finish dreaming doi. No idea it's stuck there. Until now it's a locket I didn't go down. Biarin, it's a symbol that my feelings were once hung by him. Ck! Remember him I became more emotional.

"You don't want to know, you should bring your future husband later this month!"

"Sorry, yes, Dis. I actually want to marry another woman."

"I'm Irka, her ex-boyfriend who might be her husband in a few days."

"But because you don't get a man!"

Argha! The words of his mother, Rasya, Irka and Edo were reflected in his head. Make it dizzy. Mumet find a solution.

I got up from the bed, and ruffled the spray and pillows. I need something to vent this frustration. I'm wedged. Stuck and have no idea how to get out.

After the rampage I sat down again at the side of the bed. Look carefully at the state of the room that is like a broken ship. Seeing this my head throbbed.

Oh my God, what should I do?

I sighed tired. Tightness, chest pain. Even though I am old, I am weak. I'm just a lonely woman who vents frustration through writing. Scream and delicious.

Is it wrong to be too busy with something you like? Why does Rasha not understand? Then why did he cheat? 

Shouldn't say! If my shortcomings were in communication he should have said, instead of silence. He thinks I'm a fortune teller who can fill his head. Isha!

I'm nyesal. You know, I will not hang a lot of hope to Rasya. I knew he was unfaithful, long ago I left him. Tau like this ….

Isha! Why am I complaining, not grateful. Astaghfirullah ….

My tears netes more and more when I remember old memories. About some friends when they were in school and the feeling of love in some men who once made the heart pause jedug not care.

Unfortunately, the young people in the past did not want to stop or settle down. Miris. I'm actually pretty face is always apes when it comes to romance.

But, that feeling was broken by Irka's presence. He's a transfer student. We were in first class. He's a smart guy, his grades are always high, he's super and he's an idol in school. The upperclassmen even overtaken him. But, he keeps on with me. We are always together. Once upon a time he was a marathon race and his medal was given to me who did not try.

My cry turned into a roar, sounding louder over time. I want to, I cry in silence. But the more silence the more sick. I finally cried. Binge. My voice out. I don't know what other people are hearing.

Let it. I don't care anymore. In this minimalist home, I live alone. Deliberately stay away from people. Since I graduated High School I have loved and enjoyed being alone.

The reason is because of shame, the scandal seduced the teacher and the actor's stamp spread on the internet. And one of the reasons why I am so busy looking for money from writing yes, I do not need to face the person who ends up hearing a sneer from them. It's too painful.

Really, I don't want to disappoint Mom with being a spinster, but I guess God's scenario isn't the same as the one I wrote in all the stories.

In the novel I will make the characters and characters end happy ending. Marry young and get a perfect partner with a level of purity that will not be able to human beings with a low budget capacity think.

But the scenario that God has outlined is totally inconceivable to me. 

Now I myself, lonely, experience so much bitterness and pain that the real world gives.

Suddenly the phone screen lights up and your number is listed complete with his photo on the screen. Of course I panicked.

Why did Mom call again?

I ignored it, but Mom called again. If I'd noticed it'd been more than twice.

If this is usually the mother will rampage.

Quickly I stood up to the dresser. Tidying up disheveled hair. Do not forget the moist face I polish the makeup ala rate, then press the green button. Looks like Mom with a green headgear is smiling widely.

"Assalamualaikum, Mak," I said in a trembling voice. As much as possible hide the sadness in front of my loved ones. Don't let him suspect. Can get out that nagging style.

"Oh. The waalaikumsalam." Mom paused the word, then brought the eyes closer. So close. What's it trying to want? I can see the wrinkles.

"Why would you like to do something?" tanyaku who just keep the face away from the screen, a wave. I'm afraid Mom realized something.

"Somewhat the hell, just want to see if there's a shred of anything."

Isha! Basic Mom!

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Oiye. Your face kenape, Dis? Lu crying?"

Nah! Mucus! How can you realize, anyway?

I had to smile too. "Some, really, Mom. The girl just woke up."

"Oh ... Mak kire lu nangis."

I nodded badly, then exhaled softly. There is a feeling of guilt after lying. But what, dong. I dare not be honest.

"So gimane?" ask Mom to the point.

"Fuck?" ask my mother again.

I nodded lethargicly.

"Well, it's kate. You are ngeyel. Pake job reasons. Now it just feels bad, is the effect of being single?" nagging Mom with pursed red lips.

Always like this. Not exactly about. Lucky darling.

"Kenape failed? She cheated?"

Exactly, Mom's guess instantly made me a bit flustered. I wanted to avoid it, but it felt free to lie. 

"Javab, Dis!"

"Yes, Mom. He cheated on me and wants to marry him later this month" I replied cautiously.

Bismillah, let me be mentally safe after being scolded.

But strange, instead of angry eymak only beards doang. Wh why?

"Don't you get angry?" my many.

"About. Why angry. Even Mom's grateful you're not the same cake guy."

"Thank God, thank you, Mother."

There was a sense of relief hearing this speech.

"But Mother still asked you to marry me later this month."

Well, not really. Can't be allowed to.

"Oh Allah, the real Mother, Mother. What is the story of the wedding this month? Girls don't have candidates, Mom. Candidates are there type pelakor."

"He is looking for himself. My mom just doesn't want to know. Find the tree. If not .. beware. I don't want to talk to you anymore."

My mom uses ngancem.

"Mommy?"

"Ape? Don't give me a fuck!"

"Mom, don't do that, Mommy. Kagak kesian. Dear girl Mom. Don't sulk that way," I persuaded

Honestly, I don't want to be thrown out again. This Fragrant Mom is the best parent in my opinion even though we have no blood relation.

"Do you want the mother who is looking for you?" tawang Mom's.

I thought for a moment.

"Javab, Dis!"

Mother, not even a second yelled at.

Pasrah.

I also nodded. It doesn't matter if you are looking for a mate as long as you don't threaten to break up.

E but I'm curious about something.

"Kenape muke lu? Your limbic sash?" ask Mom.

I'm shaking. There-there's aja.

"Somewhat, Mom, girls just want to say that girls don't want Bang Udin."

"OK, if you don't want to be the same Udin is not ape-ape. I'm looking for another soul mate."

"Yes, Mama. What matters is not Bang Udin."

The mother of mangosteen while cleaning the teeth from the peels of chili.

"Yes already. The day after Mom got there. Mother bring a future husband for you. Assalamualaikum."

Lah, not yet nyahut mother has hung up the phone. Mother's authoritarian.

"Getishalight."

I'm falling again. Look ceiling. Curious who he would bring. If not Bang Udin then who?