I'm Not a Shit Carrier

Proposal

Two months have passed..

After the meeting that day, Alisa and Emil never met again. To this day. Alisa was able to act as usual, no longer locked herself in the room.

The meeting left a deep pain, to make Alisa so bad. Mama Alina as the parents were surprised, but she did not want to urge Alisa to ask more deeply about what really happened. Because the doctor once said that if Alisa should not be depressed and stressed let alone ask a lot of questions, it will cause a reaction in the left brain that hit the sidewalk.

Therefore Mama Alina just silence, let Alisa solve her own problems. Since that day Alisa always looks moody and not excited. For days he waited for the coming of his heart, but never came to see his condition. Even Alisa had always hoped that Emil would wait for her to return there. He was disappointed that the person he was looking for was still not there.

Until today, he saw the house people were so busy. They were cooking together, many neighbors came to help. Alisa didn't suspect a thing about it. He thought it was like that if his father would have a meal together at his house, surely the neighbors would come to help.

Alisa just came home from school, she saw Mama Alina was busy preparing dishes for dinner tonight.

''Assalamualaikum Ma...''

''Waalaikum salam.. has come home son...??''

''Iya Ma .. just arrived. Oh yes Ma... Our house so yes to eat together with the project people??''

''So dong.nih we are all ready for the event later tonight.''

''Ohh...''

''Enough rest yes neng Alisa. prepare the power. fill it with a lot of ammunition! because after this there will be something happening in this house said the wife of Mr. Oman buk Siti.

Alisa and Mama Alina were surprised, what did that mean?? Something what??

''Sorry buk Siti, what's going on tonight?? Isn't it just dinner??'' ask mama Alina

Buk Siti shocked, he became wrong because of keceplosan.

''Oh. uh. eh. ehm. ma-I mean it's buk. eat together with the project people, said the Omani sir later tonight there will be special guests.'' he said while looking down.

''Personal guests??'' muttered Alisa

''Means??'' mama Alina was still confused.

''Udah after all buk .. later tonight we will definitely know what is really going on? What kind of guest is buk Siti. It'll show up tonight.''

Pak Oman who was passing by heard his wife's words, looked at her sharply, Siti was afraid and looked down.

''Eh sir Oman.. is everything ready sir??''

''Alhamdulillah already open.the tent and chairs to the outside are all done, just wait for their arrival later tonight.''

''Yes, then we also have to finish all this so we can rest before our guests come. Let our mother hurry after mother mother can go home first rest, exhausted Maghrib Back here again to help me..''

''Well buk Alina with pleasure.we will come again later tonight.''

Pak Oman passed, at a glance he saw Alisa who was so thin, her thin cheeks made her look like malnutrition. Mr. Oman only shook his head to see the situation of Alisa.

The guests of the project have already come including his boss Mr. Daman. They have all gathered there, they are cool to talk about the continuation of the project that is being built. They were all seen laughing with the Omani sir who was always making jokes.

Alisa also helps, but her eyes look out at every corner, she scans everyone, looking for someone she's longed for but never met.

Alisa examined one by one the guests present, but there was no one she had been waiting for since these two months. He was disappointed, but still showed his best smile.

Mr. Oman who stood in front of him, since then he just kept seeing Alisa. All of Alisa's behavior did not escape the sight of Oman sir. Omani sir smiled faintly at Alisa. He was sure that Alisa was looking for someone who was preparing something for her there.

Mr. Oman smiled with relief after seeing the person he was waiting for was present there. He took the young man to sit beside him with Mr. Daman.

For a moment his eyes were fixed on a girl who was looking at him pushyly. His eyes seemed to be condensing wanting to cry.

The young man smiled softly at the girl, while the girl could not hold back the pace of her tears. The young man closed his eyes and turned to look at the two elderly Alisa who were sitting there with the Omani sir.

Yes, he is Emil, the young man whom Alisa so longs for. For two months he stayed away from Alisa because he wanted to give a surprise to her. Exactly on this day.

Emil took a breath and threw it away again.

Mr. Daman who saw his smile, he patted his sister-in-law's shoulder to feel calm.

After the dinner is over then the session where Mr. Daman and Emil will ask questions and requests to both parents Alisa.

''Assalamualaikum wr.wb good night everyone. I represent the head of the project we are building to thank you very much for the banquet. Steady sir..His food I added twice..Can I ask to be taken home??'' slurriedly

Everyone there laughed.

''Of course with pleasure. Mr. Daman can bring home his food. Come Ma wrapped for them all yes.'' he said while staring at Mama Alina. Mama Alina smiled, she moved from her seat when she was about to walk she stopped hearing the words of Mr. Daman next.

''No need to open it. I am full! where may I eat again.I just the arrival of the stale only. Actually there is another purpose I gather everyone here. buk . let's sit there is something I want to convey to father and mother family.''

Mama Alina was surprised, she turned around and sat right next to Pak Yoga.

''This is how pak buk, I represent my sister-in-law, namely granddaughter or Emil, wants to convey that my sister intends to propose to the father's daughter and mother, Alisa, to be his wife. Come on Cu you convey what you want!'' he said while patting Emil on the shoulder.

Emil took his breath..

''Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim.. I Milham Syahputra want to propose to the daughter of the father and mother that is Alisa to be my wife, do the father and mother accept my good intentions??'' tanyanya steady but there is doubt in it.

The deg!!

The deg!!

*Yes Allah... Am I proposed??

See you*'s*...