Don't Insult Me

Proposal

In a big house on the edge of town.

"How, Salsa, do you want to accept a proposal from Mr. Andi?" ask a middle-aged woman named Dewi to a hijab woman who is her son, Salsa.

Salsa was worried. He just lowered his head and squeezed the end of his brackets.

"I'm sorry, Mom, Salsa can't accept Mas Andi's proposal" Salsa said, raising her face, which looked unwell.

"But why, Sa? Isn't Mr Andi a very suitable person for you? He is a Soleh. Salatnya on time, diligently fasting and almsgiving. In addition, he is also well established and his age is still young," said the Goddess who is inexhaustible with the way her son's mind.

This was the fourth time he had rejected a proposal from the man who had come to him. In fact, when viewed, the profile of all the men who proposed to him was very good. The first was Ricki, a very wealthy mining magnate. Then there was Gilang, a restaurant businessman who was only two years older than him. Then there is Aris, a very accomplished young doctor. And the last is Andi, a watchmaker who has the virtuous nature as Salsa wishes.

"I'm sorry Salsa, Mom. But the choice of Salsa still does not accept Mas Andi's application. Forgive me, yes, Mas," Salsa said, turning her eyes to Andi, who was visibly upset.

"Huh! A widow is a doubt! It's good I proposed to you! I regret coming here, a waste of time!" Andi immediately went home after venting his anger on them.

Ramli, his mute father, was silent and rubbed Salsa's head gently. Patience, yes, son, maybe that's the sentence Ramli wants to say to her.

"It's only natural that the man who was rejected will be angry. What standard do you want from a man? Don't you want to be like your sister who now lives happily with her husband." With a little annoyance, Dewi also issued his uneg-unegnya all this time to Salsa.

"I'm sorry Salsa, Buk, Dad. Actually Salsa was traumatized by a rich man. Salsa was afraid that it would be the fate it used to be." Finally Salsa expressed the contents of the heart that had been harbored by him.

"But not all rich men are evil. For example, your brother-in-law, Mas Adit. She's very kind and loves your sister, Anisa." The goddess again reminded Salsa of Anisa who was lucky to get a rich husband and love him with all her heart.

"But people like Mas Adit are hard to find, Buk. It's like a million to one. Sorry Salsa, Buk." Salsa went to her room and cried alone.

According to him, his mother did not understand how he felt at this time. He really did not want to marry a rich man because he was afraid of fate as his wife Bagas, an ex-husband who had made him suffer for months. All told to work and always tortured. And all that was only because Salsa spent a lot of money on their wedding expenses.

"Why the hell, nobody in this world knows me. I don't want to marry a rich man. I'm traumatized. I'd rather marry a simple man as long as my life is happy." Salsa cried so much that fatigue made her fall asleep on her soft bed.