Hello, Ex
Chapter 30
“Salma!”
The cry of Miss Deva accompanied by the sound of knocking on the door distracts Salma who just hung up the phone. "Yes." Yeah." He responds.
“Sal, there are guests! Nyariin you,” said Bu Deva.
“Who, Mom?” Salma stepped closer to the door. “Who?” repeat after standing in front of Bu Deva.
“Not knowing. Just this time I saw it, I thought I wanted to actually build a car, but apparently found you. Bring family too, do you know him?”
Salma was increasingly confused, until shortly afterwards there was a laugh from Mr. Arif who invited his guests into the house.
“Mas Farhan,” murmured Salma. He was very familiar with the voice that now greeted his eardrum.
Salma had indeed given the address of the house in Semarang to Farhan. In the past, Salma had asked Farhan to send packages home. And perhaps, the man could find his whereabouts because of that clue. The question is, why did the man come without telling him anything?
“He's Salma's boss, Mom. Her husband Astrid.” Salma looked confused. “If he nyariin Salma, say aja Salma new shower, not good body odor Salma too pungent.”
Ms. Deva held back a laugh. “Do not panic! Let me tell him you're beautiful.”
“Mother!”
“Ah, yes-yes. Already there shower!” ask Ms. Deva, slightly pushing Salma's body back into the room.
Instead of directly bathing Salma actually checked the flat object that had been thrown into the mattress. Apparently Farhan sent him a short message. "Gosh, so he told me? Stupidly I didn't open a message from him." saw Farhan's clock sending him a message, probably because last night he was too tired and sleepy so he couldn't open the message Farhan sent.
Throughout his activities in the bathroom, Salma's mind was unceasingly thinking about Farhan's arrival. And just now his feet stepped out of the room, now he knew and understood the purpose of Farhan and his family came to Semarang.
Salma held back her steps, slowly taking a seat in the woven chair that was in front of the television. He tried to hear their talk.
“It doesn't mean anything, Sir, Mom. I just want to seriously have a relationship with Salma.”
It should be given a standing ovation for Farhan for his courage who directly faced Mr. Arif. Though he had just met his parents but, it was already that brave. And again, it seems that Mr. Arif welcomed the friendly arrival of Farhan and his family.
“Are you sure there's no specific intent?" mr. Arif threw a question at Farhan. "It's actually hard for us to accept your goodwill. Considering we ourselves are just ordinary people, even our level is far above your family. Moreover, Salma, she already bears the status of a widow twice, will be a special burden for you, Nak Farhan.”
“God willing, I can accept any Salma condition, Sir!” Farhan replied firmly. "It's not just Salma, Aundy and this family. God willing, I can have a good relationship."
“Eh, wait a minute! I don't want to make a unilateral decision. We'll talk after Salma is here with us. You will live it Salma, so let him make the decision.” Mr. Arif learned from the masses who failed to choose a mate for Salma. And he didn't want to fall in the same hole and make his daughter suffer even more.
Salma was still hiding behind the walls, before finally the hiding place was known by Bu Deva who was about to take food for his guests.
Bu Deva looked so happy, it seemed that the woman really liked the Word. “Salma, did you hear the intention of the man's arrival?” ma'am Deva asked in a whispering voice. “Udah thank you! Looks like he's also better than Sabda.” Bu Deva persuaded. “If you marry her. That means, you can prove to Mum Habibah and Tantri that you can get more from their children. Moreover, bu Habibah—you can brag about your husband in front of him.”
“Mother!” Salma pulled Deva's arm, took her to the kitchen area. “Sales with Salma, why do you hate Habibah ma'am so much?!” salma pinta.
“How do you not hate, they have hurt you! Don't think you don't know, Sal! Yesterday when my mother came to Panji's wedding, Habibah's neighbor happened to be present. You know, he told me everything about Habibah's mother's treatment as long as you were his daughter-in-law.”
It seemed pointless that Salma had been covering it up all this time. “Yes, it's—it's because Salma is also a lazy one, Mom! mom used to work Salma a lot, so when I lived in the house of in-laws, Salma felt no need to do those things.”
Ms. Deva shook her head, refuting Salma's statement. “Mother is not stupid Salma, I know and know you since baby. So don't lie to mom!”
“Terusu if indeed mother does not believe in Salma!”
“You still want to choose Word? Don't be a stupid woman Salam. Remember, if you go back to him, you have to deal directly with Bu Habibah, and a lifetime is heavy.”
"Let Salma decide, Mom. Salma just needs a prayer and a blessing from mom." Salma exhaled a rough breath. He left Miss Deva. Stepping towards the living room, where Farhan and his family were sitting there.
After he finished giving his greetings, Salma sat next to Arif. Andini's mother, Farhan's mother, seemed to be talking about Salma and Aundy. They had indeed met, when news of Astrid's death made the woman come directly to Kulon Progo, calming her son.
Salma, who was stared intensely by Farhan, suddenly became misbehaved. She felt uncomfortable, seeing Farhan's gaze different from usual.
Mr. Eko who realized it started to take over the conversation. He immediately stated his intention of coming to the city of Semarang. He then drove his son to propose to Salma.
“Where, Son? Do you want to accept Farhan as your husband. Honestly we as parents hope big you want to accept it.” Mr. Eko ended his explanation with a question. “If indeed you want, we can call penghulu to marry you. For his letters, can follow.” Mr. Eko turned towards Mr. Arif. “Isn't it so much better, Mr Arif? Why delay good intentions!”
Salma was eager to laugh out loud, who was she to the point of being chased by three men at the same time. Isn't the world strange, there are still many virgins out there, who are much prettier than her. But, why choose her who is already a widow, even twice and has a daughter.
Salma tried to think of the right question to throw at Farhan. He should know, to what extent Farhan's sincerity is at the moment. He did not want the events that had passed to happen again.
“By Salma ask something the same mas Farhan?” salma asked, politely.
“Can you please?!” mr. Eko answered briefly.
“What Mas Farhan loves Salma?”
“Salma!”
