Don't Marry Young, Son !

1.Bereft

Papa's grave is still wet. Papa was buried three days ago. But Wak Ujang has continued to persuade me to come with him to Palembang.

I'm Nisa. Khourunnisa Azzahra's. I have now just got first class State Junior High School in Muara Enim, South Sumatra.

Papa died of kidney failure. I don't know why I have kidney pain. Though as far as I've been in the last few months, Papa's only sick with boils. Yes, the boil is quite large in size. But really, I didn't think Papa had kidney disease for a long time. It's been since Papa was a kid.

I'm the second of three children. Ayuk (Sister sister here called ayuk) Mita and Dik Laras are my sisters. Yes, we are three brothers and all are women.

My mother was a clothing merchant who peddled her sales to the hamlet. While Papa is a Civil Servant in a Government office.

" Melt Wak to Palembang bae Nisa, Let school in sano (Follow Wak to Palembang only Nisa, Let's go to school there)" Take Wak Ujang Fourth Morning since Papa in Makaman.((Wak is Mama's older brother's greeting)

"Endak Wak's. I want this to be Samo Mama Bae(No Wak. I just want to be here with Mama)" I replied.

" Don't miss that, son. Kasian Mama Kau if you want to live your betigo (Don't be so Nak, Kasihab Mama If you have to support the three of you)" " persuaded Wak again.

" Why am I Wak? What is Yuk Mita Bae? Apo Adek Laras tu na(Why am I Wak? Why not just Miya? Or just Dik Laras?)" . I started crying.

Seeing me cry Wak Ujang was silent.Seolah understand my feelings then Uwaksigh heavily.

" Yo already if Nisa dak fierce. But think of baek baek Nak yo. Kasian igo Mama (Yes already if Nisa does not want to. But think well, son. Very sorry Mama)" he said while patting my shoulder. Not long after that Ueak left Me who was still sitting in the bale bale in front of the house.

It was sad to have to leave this city. So many memories with Papa. Oh Papa's.. If I had known Papa would have left so soon, I'd like it to repeat everything. As we always do. Papa always accompanied me to play, to play basketball, to play dolls as well. Even if I'm sick Papa is always faithful beside me. Persuading me to eat rice, bribing me to take medicine. Even made my school PR because I still insist on going to school.

Day felt ashes since Papa died. Mama was so pensive in the front seat. It's like Mom's still waiting for Papa to come back. At the place where Mama and Papa used to sit when the afternoon came.

Ayuk Mita is now in school again. So is Dik Laras. I'm the only one who hasn't been to school. It was not like leaving my mother alone at home. Especially seeing him pensively himself like that. Mom was waiting for Papa to come home from work. As he usually does.

" Ma.." call me

"Yes, baby, why?" Ask Mama

" What's Uwak Ujang from saying something to Mama?" Ask the heart.

"What's? It looks like Uwak didn't say what"

"Anu Ma's... Um..." I hesitated to ask.

"What is it?". My mom likes to call me Ngah. Ayuk Tengah.

Mama was silent for a long time. Then Mama smiled and grabbed me.

"No need, son. Mama can still afford you guys. There is also a Papa pension. InshaAllah enough. My mom will sell again too. You just have to study hard. What if I said, Mama, son. Mama I was always there for Nga" said Mama while hugging me. We both cry. Mama knows that I'm closest to Papa.

Now it feels relieved, after talking about it with Mama. The feeling in the heart feels plong. There is no more burden so later if Uwak comes again, I already have an answer.

The seventh night Papa died, Uwak Ujang came again. Uwak seemed silent no longer talk about his invitation the other day. I'm so grateful that Uwak doesn't talk about it anymore. Honestly, I feel bad about rejecting it. Uwak has been good enough to us. Especially if Uwak visits always give Mama kitchen money, even pocket money to the three of us.

Uwak Ujang itself is in need of additional costs. Considering that her son is in school. Always need tuition, tuition money, even dumbbell money. But lightly Uwak always set aside for Mama and Kami. My heart always feels bad if Uwak always gives us.

The house is crowded, but I'm in the room. Suddenly Mita came in.

"Miss.. Nisa.." call Brother Mita

"Why brother?" I answered while lying in my room.

"Why are you still lying down. Come on ready ready. We're gonna know Papa. And you know.. The son of tonight is coming. Wear beautiful clothes" he teased me.

"Again..." I was embarrassed. Ayuk Mita randomized my hair and then she came out of the room.

Ayuk Mita knows. If the Son is the young man I'm estimating this end. We are the same as studying at the same TPA. And tonight, all the santri and santriwati are invited to come to Papa's seven-day tahlilan.

Hurry up I'm out of the room. After applying a little bit of my baby powder and lipgloss I immediately joined.

It turns out that all my relatives, neighbors and the Santri and Santriwati TPA have gathered. I saw there was a son with another friend. Ah, she's so sweet with her long-sleeved cocoa. It's always been like this, I never dared to talk to him. We only dare to smile when we cross paths.

The son is the same, Sometimes He prefers to bow even though He knows from a distance that passes by it I.

Seeing her attitude made me even more curious about her. I even waited for when those eyes would no longer bow when they came across me.

I don't know when my son will greet me. But I'm sure he'll greet me first someday. After all Me and his sister, the Princess is quite familiar.

From the Princess I know that if I am absent do not come to TPA the Son will ask the Princess my reason why I did not come. Am I sick? Or what's wrong with me. He always worried about my situation. Doesn't that mean the Son cares for me.

It means that I'm Khoirunnisa Azzahra is quite special to him. Haha Putra thought about it and looked at him silently from afar like this alone had made me happy. Moreover, it can be with him one day.My imagination is quite high until it feels like my feet are no longer resting on the earth.