In a Match But Not Stupid

Tamu

Time has shown the time to pray isya', we are a family of prayer congregation, especially' insya Allah.

After the prayer, do not forget to kiss the back of the hands of both parents, then mom took me to the kitchen. Because there will soon be guests at home.

"Mama cook a lot," I said to see the cuisine that will be served.

"Yes, you change clothes, yes, when there are guests you wear nightgowns" replied the smiling mother.

"Vina's in my room, don't go see them" I refused to see my mom's guests.

"Can't Vin, this guest is your friend, you don't know them yet" said mama.

"That's why ma, because Vina doesn't know, so don't go see them," I replied with a cry.

"Can't you? if mama asks not to be denied," mama's words made me instantly speechless.

"Jude, get ready, and the guests will come." My mom told me to prepare.

'so tell me to help in the kitchen, now tell the room to get ready' my mind

"Don't worry," mama's like knowing.

"I-iya ma, Vina to the room," I replied and passed away leaving mama in the kitchen, heading for the room.

In room

"Who's been visiting at night" I said.

I went to the wardrobe to find out what clothes I was going to wear.

"What clothes am I wearing?" ask yourself while putting your index finger on your chin.

Confused what to wear, until a few minutes later I decided to wear a plain gray robe, and a simple motif hijab.

I put it on, then polish a little bit of my face with the powder and lip tint, so it does not look pale.

I took my phone in bed, checked who sent the message. Group of friends and school, another one from Adit's sister.

"Am I blocking Adit" I said, staring blankly ahead. However, it was shocked by the knock of the door from the outside.

"Vin, are you ready yet? the guest has come" he said from outside.

"Yes, just wait a little bit more."

"Wait outside, huh?" say mama.

"Yes." Yeah."

I read it again (rather than asking to read, so read it before being told). After a good look, I went out to see my mother's guests.

I walked into the living room, I slightly lowered my head, not looking too much at who the guest was.

"Well, this is my son, his name is Devina Light" she told the guest.

I sat down next to my mom. "Eh Vin Salim used to be the same aunt and om dirga."

"Vina is beautiful, yes" said aunty ria.

"iya ma is beautiful" timpal om dirga.

I smiled, "great aunt" as I glanced at someone near them.

"How do you think Raka is?" ask auntie ria to her son.

Our eyes meet, "hm beautiful," she said flatly.

The old man smiled, hearing her say I was beautiful. However, I keep staring at him no less flat.

"How directly do we talk about the matchmaking of our children," said om dirga.

"Huh? so-" I was surprised, it was this guest in front of me, who would be betrothed to me.

"Yes Vin, Raka who will be betrothed to you, his name is Raka earth, how handsome right?" ask mama.

Papa was just silent, I know papa understands what I feel.

I kept staring at her, without answering my mother's questions.

"Vin," mama nudged me.

"Ah yes ma handsome," I said just immediately shut my mouth.

'my god, why the mouth can not be invited to cooperate'

Raka seemed to pull the corner of her lips, hearing me.

"In the meantime Raka graduated, and went on to college. Vina is going to college, on the same campus as Raka, how about sir?" say om dirga to papa.

"If I am up to Vina, sir" replied papa.

"Vina can come out for a minute, ma?" my words can't stand being inside the taste.

"Raka accompany Vina out there, you let me be closer," said aunty ria instead told Raka to accompany me out.

"no aunt, Vina herself, excuse me" I said moving from a very old place.

I kept walking, out looking for a cool breeze. Sitting on the front porch, looking at the darkness of the night, enjoying the breeze that blows slowly to the body, while closing the eyes.

"Why don't you refuse this match?" ask someone suddenly

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