Genk Socialite
Mbarep Telu
After the audition spot met Risma, Bastian went straight home without stopping by somewhere. Bastian arrived at his house around two in the afternoon.
When he was at the door, his heart could not wait to enter the house and hug his mother. Quickly he opened the door. How shocked Bastian was when he opened the door. His entire family from Aunt Riana, Aunt Rere, the Holy Mother, Ben was gathering in the living room. Even Natasha and her parents were there. Bastian's heart wonders what exactly is going on? How are all the families getting together?
The Holy Brother is Bastian's second brother. She has since married a Caucasian man living in Germany. Ben's brother Bastian went to college in Australia. Bastian believes if Mbak Suci and Ben come at this time means there is something important that his father wants to convey. And that important thing has to do with Natasha.
Natasha is actually Bastian's friend back in High School, she's obsessed with pursuing Bastian's love. Natasya is no less beautiful than Risma, even Natasya of Chinese descent. Unfortunately Natasya was coquettish, spoiled, childish, which made Bastian dislike her and chose Risma as her lover.
“Lho, Natasha why come here too? What exactly is it about gini?” Ask Bastian.
“Eh, Bastian is already in Jakarta. Come log in!” papanya.
Bastian enters the house. Then sit on the couch. “Bastian, actually papa told you to go home to Indonesia because he wanted to convey something important to you.” Papa Bastian starts to open talks.
“Something that matters what, Pa?” Ask Bastian.
“Something important that papa wants to match you with Natasya. Papa knows you two are familiar since High School, Natasya is also his beautiful, smart, polite son and papa's business partner. It fits so much as your life companion.”
Bastian is no wonder anymore, indeed since his papa High School always urges himself to date Natasya. “But Pa, the girl I've loved since High School was Risma not Natasha. I also want to go back to Indonesia because I want to marry her soon.” Bastian tries to reject the matchmaking subtly while expressing his intention to immediately propose to Risma.
“Papa will not agree you are married to Risma.”
“What's the reason, Pa?”
“Risma is the first child, while you are the third child. You certainly know in our family the first child should not marry the third child nor vice versa.”
Bastian was born in Java. Grandma and Grandpa Bastian Jawa pure. As people say the land of Java, the warehouse is a myth let alone a myth about marriage. Before Bastian introduced Risma to his grandmother, grandma always said, “Kowe by the incantation of anyone. Sing important dudu’ son number siji. Barbarep telu iku ndak by mantenan.”
“Papa is a myth. The myth has not been proven true. Trust only in God, for God governs all that is on earth. If papa believes the myth is the same papa precedes the decree of Allah.”
“Shut up! You're still a snot kid, don't know anything about customs. Myths are not just myths and have been proven to be true. Do you remember your first brother? He died of marrying child number three. Papa doesn't want the same thing with your first brother.”
Bastian's gaze turned to look at Mama. Bastian's eyes to his mother asked his mother to persuade papa to cancel this matchmaking. It was her mother who understood Bastian the most. “Pa, Bella died of illness a long time ago not because of a myth. Myths exist because of our beliefs. So, exercise our hunch as good and as good as mugkin. In Sha Allah Bastian nothing will happen if married to Risma.” This time it was Bastian's mother who tried to persuade his father.
“Once not fixed no.”
Bastian grunted in annoyance. He no longer knew how to persuade his father. Papa is his character hard and firm stance. Once said A, he won't easily change his speech to B.
“Nak, Bastian think about this matchmaking first. Natasha loves you so much, Om sure you will be much happier if you marry Natasha.”
“Gue agrees with Om Hendro. Natasya Ma'am is prettier than Risma Ma'am, unfortunately if wasted. If Bastian mas don't want to be the same Mbak Natasya let me just aja deh,” chirped Ben.
Ben really likes the ceplas-ceplos. If you never think about it. In addition Ben also can not see the beautiful girl aja, already want to be treated.
The Holy Brother pinched Ben's arm. Ben was so full of lips. “Apaan sih Mbak Suci play pinch-cubit hands aja! Pain tau,” complained Ben.
“Biarina. You are from Jeplak if you say. You were in college first real until graduating S1 just thinking of marriage.” Ben got the scolding of the Holy Mother.
Ben then grinned the horse, showing off his teeth filled with wire fence alias stirrup. “He deh. I'm sorry, everybody. My words are not to be entered into the heart. I said that let the atmosphere not be hot only kok.”
“But I agree with what Hendro and Ben said, you better think of this matchmaking first. Don't immediately say no, fear you regret later.” Now the Holy Mother spoke up.
“OK deh, give me time to think about this matchmaking.”
Bastian finally gave up. He was tired of talking to his own papa. After all, there are three people who ask themselves to think about this matchmaking. Bastian felt better now dodging into the room alone. He wants to rest. Just returned to Indonesia even faced with an unpleasant situation.
“Pa, and everything Bastian to the room first huh. Take a break. Tired of travel from London to Indonesia.”
***
Bastian sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on a photo of the beautiful girl he was holding in his figura. He loved the girl in the picture. The girl had a pretty face, her skin was yellow, her eyes were narrow, her hair was long straight black, pony, and had sweet dimples.
In addition to the beautiful appearance of the girl is also beautiful heart, like an angel. Because the girl has a character that likes to help others. Not only that, the girl Bastian loves is very smart, especially when it comes to advising people. In High School, the girl was often a place to confide in her friends.
Advice from Risma who continues to stick in Bastian's brain, “Yang is indeed yours will definitely be yours. What is not yours will never be yours. If you already know he's not yours, let go. Letting go of the person we love is difficult but must be done for his happiness.”
The test!
Bastian's tears fell on their own regarding Risma's photo. There in London Bastian was known as a weightlifter. As strong as his muscles but when faced with separation, he was never able to hold back tears.
Tok.Tok.
He heard the door of his room knock. “Who's there?” Ask Bastian.
“This is Mama, Son. Can enter?”
“Bby, Ma. Just come in and the door is unlocked.”
Bastian brushed his tears with his palm. Then the photo he held for a moment was placed behind his back. She didn't want her mom to see herself crying over a picture.
The door is open. His mother immediately sat down next to Bastian. “Bastian, I know how you feel right now. You must be reluctant to accept the arranged marriage submitted by your father?”
Bastian looked at his mother with an affectionate look. He also unceasingly put his head on the thigh of the mother. Bastian was already twenty-five years old, but when he was next to the mother he changed like a child who still likes to be held by his mother.
“Iya, Mother. I'll never want to be called a match. I just want to marry the girl I love and that girl is Risma, Ma. But I know papa's nature, he's never giving up. If his wish had not been realized, he would not have stopped persuading me to even force me to comply with his wish. How do I keep going, Ma?”
Bastian began to bring out all the uneg-uneg in his heart to the mother. For Bastian, his mother is not just a mother but can be a confiding friend.
Her mother stroked Bastian's hair. She could feel her mother's caress was exactly the same as her caress when she was five years old. “Follow your heart, dear. The heart will never be wrong in choosing.”
“Oh yes have you met your friends? As long as you're in London, they'll keep you alive. Try to meet them. Kangen-kangeen that, it has not met for six years. Keep telling them about your problem, who knows that some of them have the right solution to your problem.”
My mother switched the conversation. But instead the diversion of the conversation made Bastian's face turn bright again. “Curhat with friends? Ah, why don't I think of daritadi?” Bastian rubbed his own head with his hand.
He got up and hugged his mother. “Thank you Ma for telling me about my friends. I almost forgot them.”
“Yes, equally dear. Mom comes out first. Want a coffee bikini for papa.” Mom came out of Bastian's room.
Bastian has four best friends: Ferdian, Dimas, Revando and Bima. Her friendship has been established since 2007, when she first set foot in Bakti Nusa Solo High School. His four best friends have different character traits.
Ferdian type dude cupu. His hair is always neatly watered, everywhere bring books but he is fun when taught to chat and most importantly he is not stingy to cheat to his friends. That's what makes Bastian like to be friends with him.
Dimas type guy overpede. Especially in terms of approaching women, there is no word inferior or groggy. Bastian before shooting Risma, he studied with Dimas first to ask for pedekate tips with Risma.
Revando type playboy guy. Every month he changes girls four times. Behind his keplayboy he's hard to wake up in the morning. Diguyur use a bucket of water used to just wake up so it used to often be late to school.
Bima type guy pendiem. He really wants to have a business in the culinary world, can raise all the tools of music and the wisest in advising his friends if they do wrong.
Bastian ruffled his bed looking for his smartphone but the smartphone was never found. “Aduh, my smartphone bumped where the hell?”
Bastian remembers where to put the smartphone. “Oh, yes since entering the room I did not have a smartphone. Means smartphone is still in backpack.”
Now Bastian opened his backpack. It turns out that his favorite smartphone is in the bag. Without wasting much time Bastian typed in a message.
Helo, my friends are back in Indonesia. We gather yuk! I miss you guys.
He sent the message to his four best friends. He hopes their numbers are still active.
Ting.Tong.
Smartphones reads. Shortly afterwards the sound was heard three times in his ear. Glanced at the smartphone screen, next to the envelope logo there is a number 4 which means there are 4 incoming messages.
It was the message of his four best friends. They send a text message to Bastian like this, “Oke, we meet. I also miss the same you. Where do we meet?”
Bastian typed a reply for them.
We met in the middle of High School time. At still remember right? Oh yeah five o'clock you should be there already. Okey?
