
In the afternoon of the same day Nimas and Shaka were splitting the road into Shaka's parents' house. Enjoying a slightly cloudy afternoon makes the air around become cooler than usual.
The weather alone understood the condition of their hearts that were equally cloudy. Everything lately has been so sudden. It makes them a little forced heart and himself to be ready to make a big change in their lives.
After ten minutes of silence on the way, they finally arrived at the luxurious mansion of both of Shaka's parents. Nimas' heart since leaving was not calm, once he arrived at Shaka's house became even more unsettled. It was like he was escaping from this world. If only he had lost his knowledge, he had done so since yesterday.
"Let's go down, deg deg an, huh? It's okay, Nimas. Mama said yesterday that she has approved of us, no need to think about anything else. There I am, let's get down!" take Shaka who understands the hardness of Nimas' heart. The girl looked a little pale even though the pink lipstick was coloring her thin lips.
With his heartbeat still beating unsettled, Nimas lowered his legs into Shaka's courtyard. His hand clutched tightly onto the sling bag rope hanging on his shoulder.
While preoccupied with his nervousness, Shaka's hand suddenly pulled Nimas's right hand and grasped it. Nimas who was surprised by Shaka's actions only looked at the man who kept pulling him into the house. Shaka was like there was no burden when he brought the girl to enter his house.
"Mama I'm home" Shaka shouted from the living room.
"Yes Mama in front of the TV" replied Ms. Marissa with a shout.
Without saying anything more, Shaka again dragged Nimas to the middle room. It turns out that not only his mother who was there, his father was also sitting on the sofa in the living room with a laptop either what he was doing.
"Ma, Mum. Look who I brought."
The two humans who were called Shaka reflexively turned to the side, their faces that had been relaxed suddenly became tense and stiff. Nimas who felt the change instantly clenched his mouth and tightly gripped Shaka's hand involuntarily.
The man who was being tightly grasped by Nimas only gave a little elusan as a marker so that he could be calmer. It was as if the gentle touch was telling Nimas that he would always be there for him.
"Who?" ask Ms. Marissa while standing up.
"Nimas, Mom. Who else?" shaka answered while looking at Nimas and stretched the grip that had been adrift since in the courtyard of the house.
As if understanding the stretch of the grip, Nimas thrust his hand to shake hands with Shaka's parents.
They seem forced, but still serve Nimas' invitation with a smile that is only a little.
"So this is the woman my son impregnated with? Let's just talk in the living room. My husband is finishing his work, it will follow when it's done." Ms. Marissa spoke in a flat tone only. So flat, Nimas who was sensitive to something could not feel whether his hatred or acceptance that he showed.
They walked in tandem with Ms. Marissa walking in front. Following Nimas and Shaka who looked at each other gave a gaze that won Nimas.
"How long has my son been dating?" ma'am Marissa asked unceremoniously even Nimas had just put his ass on the sofa.
"Just one year ago, Auntie," Nimas replied with a bow of his head. The piercing look from Ms. Marissa made her guts faintly.
"Mama, why ask the unimportant. Better to talk lightly. Do things that make you familiar. Wedding dress for example."
"Yes, but there must be readiness as well, dong Ma. Oh, yes tomorrow I have plans to pick up both Nimas parents in the village. So Mama's got clothes for them, too."
"Kampongs? Nimas' parents in the village?" repeat Miss Marissa was a little surprised.
Shaka just nodded.
God, I never dreamed of getting besan and son-in-law of the village.
But wait, I can do something to be a memento all their lives.
"In that case, let's have a big party. Mama thought Nimas already had no parents, so the unhealthy courtship style lived until pregnant."
"Mama," Shaka scolded. "Who made pregnant Mama's child. Not anyone else. Why talk like that?"
"Yes, that's right, right? The style of dating that is done is not healthy, right?"
"Yes, but don't blame Nimas. Mama's words were as if Nimas was making herself pregnant and then holding Kak Bryan accountable."
The girl who was being defended by Shaka was further bowing her head holding back her heartache.
"Yes, yes. Bryan is guilty of this. What can you do to help you finish your wedding preparations? If Nimas' parents are willing to come here, yes, we have to have a party. What would people say if your only child married without a party. Moreover, Papa is a big business, it would be very embarrassing if married just a party just plain."
Shaka let out a long sigh, trying not to argue with his mother in front of Nimas. The words his mother spoke were very uncomfortable. Why should bring wealth to account for his son's mistakes.
"I'll talk about this first with Nimas. Kan, who married me is the same as him, so there should be our opinion in it too."
"You're married as if it were just someone you love, Shaka."
Astaghfirullahaladzim, Mama why has he been talking about me since?
"For me to be married is to unite two heads, loved or not, liked or not married is still the greatest bond of promise to God. If you have decided to get married, that means my opinion and also the opinion of Nimas will have to meet a decision where not to lean on one of us. And it started with the wedding."
"You're starting to talk a lot, Shaka. Then take care of your own marriage. Why are you bringing him here?" said Mr. Malik who suddenly joined them in the living room.
His gaze was extremely cruel and his face looked hideous. Nimas looked up when Mr. Malik spoke, but only a few seconds. He was too scared to see his scary face.
Shaka stood up to talk, but lost quickly to his mother's mouth.
"Papa, our son Shaka, it's only natural that he's here to talk about the wedding. Whether we accept it or not, Nimas has to be our son-in-law. Just let them get married, Mama doesn't want them to elope just because of Bryan's trust."