Jamu Ma'am Up Level

Still memories of Sri

"Don't like the same Aryo mas, who does not know Aryo mas? Sri just wants to continue school. Sri wants a job to make money for Sri himself, without asking the Father, and symbols. Sri wants to enjoy Sri's youth first. So that you will not regret it!" it was clearly Sri who made Aryo flinch with Sri's recognition.

"If that's what you want, we fiancee used to be okay with Sri!" said Aryo who did not want to release the girl in front of him, Sri Sutini.

"Fiancee? it's the same thing still holding me!" exclaim Sri who then spent her young coconut ice.

"But I love you so much in Sri, we're fiancees first. So that no one comes near you Sri!" obviously Aryo who also finished off her young coconut ice.

"Huh...! there is no point in me opposing either. It's even more pressing towards marriage!" murmured Sri in the heart.

Sri just kept quiet and listened to Aryo who kept seducing her.

And occasionally Sri sighed.

"Come on Sri, we're home late afternoon! later afraid to be scolded by the father" said Aryo who then rose from his seat and he stepped foot to the owner of the stall to pay for food and young coconut ice.

Sri nodded and then got up from her seat and followed Aryo.

Then they walked towards Aryo's bicycle parking lot.

With a medium speed Aryo drove his motorcycle to the Sri family home.

Arriving at Sri's house, both Sri's parents and Aryo's parents, they have made a deal.

"Assalamu'alaikum...!" say hello to Sri when entering the house and kiss the back of his parents' hands and followed by Aryo's parents.

"Italian..!' replied both of Sri and Aryo's parents simultaneously.

Aryo also kissed the back of his hands Both Sri's parents and also his parents.

"Sri and Aryo, we've agreed that next month you're married!" said His Father Sri.

Aryo reviewed her smile, while Sri gasped in surprise.

"Can't you back off sir? another year is that it?" Sri who tried to bargain.

"Ora iso, tase sasi ngarep you marry karo Aryo!" exclaimed his father Sri who did not want to be denied.

(Can't, just next month you're married to Aryo)

Sri could only be silent, not daring to argue. He only became a loyal listener where when both parents, both parents Aryo and Aryo who tell each other and joke, until not felt until the time before Maghrib.

"It's late afternoon, we say goodbye. Scared over time here even troublesome prospective family besan. he..he..!" said Father Aryo.

"Ah, it's okay. We rarely get together like this!" said His Father Sri.

"It looks like he was told to stay over! " royal Aryo and all laughing because of it.

"Huh.ha..! you could be Yo..Aryo..!!" said His Father Sri.

"Make her get married!" said Sri's mother who also participated in nimbrung.

Then Arya and her parents rose from their seats and shook hands with Sri and Sri's parents.

"Assalamu'alaikum..!" greetings from the Aryo family.

"Italian..!" the Sri family.

Father, mother and Sri take their guests to the front door of the house.

After that, Sri cleaned all the glasses and food on the table.

"Sri, we are not allowed to leave the house, you are already in procession in pingit" said Sri's mother.

"Wonten season with mboten angsal Bu?" ask Sri.

(Washing clothes in the river can't be ma'am?)

"Yo by ora!" answered Sri's mother.

(Yes can't)

Sri was very disappointed, even so he did not dare to oppose the wishes of his parents.

The girl then washed the dishes and the glasses.

After finishing his work, Sri immediately took a shower and changed clothes.

Then continue to perform the Ashar prayer.

"O Allah, give your guidance.What should I do?" one of Sri's prayers when finished praying.

Sri continued to confine himself until the time of Maghrib prayer.

The girl came out of her room to pick up the wudhlu and then returned again to her room for Maghrib prayers.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door of his room.

"Tokkp...Geck...tokkk...!"

"Sri let's eat first, you don't eat late later can be sick you know!" voice behind the door.

"Yes Bu" said Sri who then he came out of his room.

Sri participated in the family dinner which only amounted to four people.

His father, his mother and his sister Martani.

"I have to how is this?" ask in Sri's heart who continues to rage.

"I have to get out of this village as soon as possible" said Sri when she was in her room.

After the Isya prayer, Sri returned pensive.

The girl had resolved to leave her home.

Sri packed the items that if needed when she left the house later.

After that Sri lays her body to rest her body and mind for a moment from her life burden

And the two eyes of the girl had closed their eyes for a long time and were already in the realm of her dreams.

The wall clock shows 02:00 in the morning.

Sri woke up from her sleep and was about to perform the night prayer.

The girl stepped out of the room and headed towards the well.

After leaving, Sri then went back into her room.

He took the mukena that he used to pray, and Sri began to perform night prayers.

"O Allah, if the decision of the servant to leave this house is true, show him the easy way. Aamiin ya Robbal alaamiin." do'a Sri after evening prayer.

"Oiya, usually there are pick up cars sellers know who pass by, they will routinely go to the market every three o'clock in the morning. I got in that pick up car." said Sri, who then put her face in the backpack.

Sri wrote a letter to her parents, which she placed on her desk, and the girl walked out of the house through the window of her room.

After closing the window of his room slowly, Sri slipped out of his yard and stepped into the usual road through the pick up car the seller knew.

Arriving on the road, Sri turned to the right and to the left. Afraid that people will see it.

Not long after Sri saw the spotlight of the car lights from a distance.

"That must be the pick up car the seller knows!" mumam Sri's.

The girl waved her hand, and the car stopped.

"Arep Nyang ngendi nduk?" ask the driver of the pick up car.

(Where are you going?)

"You go to the market sir, I'm coming!" answer at once pinta Sri.

"Oh Nyang market, ndhang mlebu!" said the driver.

(Oh to the market, fast in!)

"Jo, move Nyang mburi! kene ben danggo gendhuk ayu kui!" exclaim the pick up car driver to the person next to him.

(Jo, move to the back! here let's wear that pretty sister)

The one called Jo obeyed the driver's orders and he got off the pick-up car and went back up again with buckets filled with lots of tofu.

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