He's Not Mine

30. Aisyah Application

The two-hour journey from the city of Malang accompanied by a thin drizzle added to the heartache after the statement of breaking up from Utami. Finally at nine o'clock in the evening I arrived at the old man's house located in Kertosono. Everyone in the house apparently no one has slept, deliberately waiting for me to come tonight.

“Cock night once arrived, Mam?” ask mother.

“Tadi Imam from Malang, there happened to be activities there. When I want to go back to Surabaya, Aisyah called so back to here again, until here at night,” I explained.

“Besok morning Mas Imam should have arrived in Surabaya again?” ask Aisyah.

“Iya, there is a Pasmar 1 latbar preparation from Jakarta. Much to prepare.”

“You are busy still insistent here, postponed can also, not have to tonight!” father saying.

“By this beautiful Aisyah you know,” I said while poking her nose until her cheeks blushed.

“So you allowed your sister to get married first?” ask the father without saying anything.

“Iya, Sir. If Aisyah's deck has come her soul mate, do not delay again.” I replied firmly. 

“Keep you marry her when?” ask mother.

“Later if you got the right one at the right time!” I answered with a smile.

“The doctor is still not ready to marry?” dad is still curious.

“It seems not to be the same doctor, sir, not the same mate Imam!” mylm.

“Kemarin said the doctor was not ready to marry, now says he is not a mate. Who are you going to marry?” fawdle.

“Not yet, Sir! Later I will discuss the Imam's soul mate. Now we focus first on Aisyah's proposal and marriage. About when will it be done?” I switched the conversation.

“The Ardi family has long wanted to come here to propose to me. But I always ask for time so that the Imam can get married first. Lately mas Ardi urged, so I asked the Imam this afternoon,” explained Aisyah.

“Lamaran can be as soon as possible, such as Sunday night tomorrow or Sunday. Adjusted to the conditions here, if the usual is Saturday or Sunday. How Sir? Bu?” i mediate.

“Ya is fine, mom is ready as long as you accept it Mam!” there was anxiety in my eyes.

“That would marry Aisyah, Mom. Who accepts Aisha, he who wants to marry, not the Imam. Father, Mother, Aisyah and Kartika, once again, Aisyah married it does not have to be after the Imam. There is no rule that brother must marry and then sister can marry next. Which one comes first mate, please marry first. When Kartika got married, Imam was still in Lebanon. The Imam approved of his marriage, even though the Imam was overstepped by his younger brother. At this time also Imam approved Aisyah married first. Father and Mother already know the candidate Aisyah, both good and bad have been considered. As long as it is good for both parties, there is no reason for Imam to delay or not give blessing.” I explained at length.

“Alright, tell Ardi to see you tomorrow or the day after. We're scheduled for a cover event on Saturday night tomorrow. But Ardi should call Imam just an introduction and ask permission.” Father decided.

Aisyah nodded in agreement, as did Mother and Kartika.

“It's broken up, Imam want to rest first. Tomorrow morning Imam must leave again to Surabaya. Oh yes, the candidate of this manten has not made coffee for Mas huh?” I nudged Aisyah's arm with a smile, “mau sleeping kok coffee, later even can not sleep!”

“Today less coffee, if you want to sleep do not coffee even not good sleep. Here make coffee, sugar a little yes!” I walked into the room, so tired today.

Aisyah enters the room to deliver a cup of coffee, “ini coffee Mas.”

I sipped coffee made by Aisyah, “less thick coffee, has not succeeded in making coffee. must learn again before marriage!”

Aisyah sneered in disbelief, I smiled seeing my sister sulking.

“Mas, dong's story about the doctor!” search Aisyah.

“Mas has broken up with him, now there is no more suitable candidate. Yes, I'm very sleepy,” I'm lazy to talk about Utami again.

“Why break up, it's been dating for a long time. He asked to break up, what did Mas kill him? Said his mother was beautiful, meek,” asked Aisyah.

“Have broken up he said,” Aisyah explained to Kartika.

“Kok can break up, continue now Mas dating same who?” my two sisters are still curious.

“Kartika, try this coffee fixed. Candidate manten not yet delicious make coffee, tasteless!” I switched the conversation. Aisyah pinched my waist, I wriggled while laughing. Kartika tasting coffee made by Aisyah, “less thick!”

“Mas, let's dong story!”Aisyah.

“Later, wait for your mother's coffee to come first. If the coffee is suitable, Mas want to tell a story, but if it is not suitable mending sleep!” I covered my face with a pillow.

Asiyah uncovers the pillow from my face, “that coffee has come!”

I took a sip of the coffee that Kartika had repaired, it felt steady, I gave Kartika a left thumb, then pretended to sleep. But, my two sisters are increasingly bothering me. Finally I gave up laughing, “Mas kayak celebrity chased netizens!”

“So he said he wanted a story, let's talk!” Aisyah.

“Ehm, alright Mas tell. So Mas has broken up with that doctor!” I said while grasping the ring and pinky fingers with the thumb and close the index and middle fingers, “put off!”

“Why?” ask Kartika.

“Mas does not know what reason he asked to break up, which is clear he is now no longer working in Surabaya. Because they are far apart, yes. Nothing else to defend. He has chosen his own way of life, we cannot force him,”.

“Mas not trying to ask for a return, invite marriage. Maybe he felt like he was hanging by the same Imam!” Kartika.

“Tadi this Mas from Malang, trying to chase after him. But he won't go back to Mas anymore. That's why today I'm so sad, it feels so empty. But after news Aisyah wants to marry, Mas so the spirit again.” I patted Aisyah's back.

“You crossed Aisyah to become a spirit? Not sadder?” Kartika.

“Gak. The happiness of Mas's sisters is Mas's happiness as well.” My two sisters hugged me, a sense of tranquility coming. Happiness comes without rules because there is nothing that governs it, only the heart can create gratitude, then happiness will come by itself.

At three in the morning I woke up and prepared myself to return to Surabaya. Entering dawn, I proclaimed the Azan. Today is a busy day, troops from Pasmar 1 from Jakarta will come and hold joint exercises. After dawn prayers, I rushed to Surabaya with the provision of permission and ridho of both parents.

Arriving in Surabaya, the sky began to light. The troops are ready to hold apples together. Colonel Teguh was leading the apple this morning, his face was firm like Resti, a figure that once filled this heart. 

Several attractions are displayed both from Pasmar 2 Surabaya, including from some of my men. This joint exercise will take place in a week. The resilience of these two teams is at stake to be the best. 

The exercises held include inner-city battles, close combat, shooting, martial arts, swimming between the island of Java to Madura.

I escorted my troops while training in close combat. Suryo, my best friend who is also the commander of the taifib platoon is also escorting his troops. Suddenly Suryo nudged me, his chin directing at some kowal people covering the ongoing activities, “ada Resti tuh!”

I immediately looked to find the figure that Suryo meant, “still saucy kayak that used to be! though already have a child, ha .. ha ..”.

“Do not look long, later caught wet can be in the same dor Colonel Teguh!”

“You showed me, when I can't see. I haven't seen him in years, you know,” my rebuttal.

“If caught Utami, more runyam again Mam!” Suryo was laughing.

“Utami already want to marry the same doctor also in Malang!” I said casually while occasionally stealing glances towards Resti.

“Sama Ricky? Stabbed with brother leting? Ha ... ha ..” Suryo is getting worse.

“Ja*cone, Sur!” i'm scolding.