JODOHKU MR. DUDA

After Engagement

Because the proposal was already opened with a few words of welcome while I was still in the room. Now the host handed over the mic to Papa Angga, to express their intention of arrival.

　

"So, as we've agreed before. Our goal came here, to ask Ananda Nisa, is willing to accept our child's proposal?" papah mas Angga.

　

And I ...? Nervous, Pilgrim. His name is also a-c-a-r-a must have attended at least dozens of pairs of eyes and I only know some of the guests present.

　

Shamefully, I bowed. As these eyes looked at the tile, suddenly a shadow of a God appeared there. Instantly some annoying events, which I recently experienced twisted at a glance. And more annoyingly, I felt that he was present laughing at his misfortune.

　

"You will never be able to forget me completely, Nis," said the shadow while smiling cynically.

　

I almost lost control, if you don't take this hand.

　

"Quick answered, Nis. Your future-in-law has asked twice, You haven't answered anything. Masa mamah answer, ntar how the fate of papah? Youthful at the age of twilight," whispered the mesem-mesem.

　

I cleared my throat and widened the net a little, hoping mamah returned to normal without needing to be possessed.

　

I took the mic on my front desk, even though my hands were trembling a little. A sweet smile was engraved on these sweet lips. I said, "sorry there was a little technical disruption. Bismillah, inshaa Allah Nisa willing."

　

Ahh .. relieved to have said that. My palms were sweating from nervousness. However, why does the living room look ordinary? No happy shrieks from relatives, when I was done giving answers.

　

I spread my eyes around, the guests were stifled, whispering to each other. What's the matter?

　

Bang Naresh took the mic I just put back on the table.

　

"Nis, please repeat once again your answer. His voice was too small. They can't hear it" pinta bang Naresh.

　

What's?! Remendial answers? Issh .. fine for my future father-in-law, ehh!! For the sake of our entire family present at this time, I mean.

　

"Bismillah, inshaa Allah, I am willing to accept this proposal Point does not use puspa."

　

"Alhamdulillah, accepted." I heard a few words from them. I saw mamah and papah who smiled full of happiness.

　

The event continued with a ring on our ring finger. After that, it continued with a photo session. El was never far from me. Carrying it occasionally. However, Angga will soon take from my sling, if he sees it.

　

Hopefully this is not just an image. I fear that this heart will again be hurt.

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I returned to the capital together with Angga. I actually wanted to turn it down, remembering Grandma's message. Do not like being alone with someone who is not a muhrim, the third person will definitely neng Kunti.

　

But mamah said it was okay, when Angga asked permission, maybe because he had often escorted me and thank God, my seal was never broken by Angga.

　

On the way we were a lot silent, probably still awkward with this new status. I don't want to disturb his concentration either, preferring to fall asleep. Waking up when the car stopped.

　

We went downstairs to fill up the stomach for dinner. After that back the car runs to the front of the boarding house.

　

Before I got down, I asked him for something. Ask for a deal exactly. Not money for living expenses. Especially that, which is yes, yes.

　

"Mas, can you not, our current status should not be published first?" askaku.

　

"What's the matter, Nis?"

　

"Ehm, because my work in the office has not even been two years. Frightened HRD know, they have a reason to break the contract" I explained.

　

"Nisa still wants to work, if she's married?"

　

"don't know. Mas, how'd you like?"

　

"Here, he wanted to have a wife fully able to take care of the family. It's nice to be home from work, someone's welcome."

　

"Despite the hail of using negligee holes and the smell of onions?"

　

"Astagfirullah, can't shadow her husband 'which threat? It's true for women to be like that. Yes don't do it, dong," Angga replied with a crisp laugh.

　

"Yes, he married her the same time as Gondo."

　

"Hush, my goodness Nis. These nights call it that. Don't-don't, you __"

　

"Mas, scared?"

　

"Ehm, tikit. You?"

　

"Frightened."

　

"Astagfirullah, Nisa! Buruan gih, call Mona. No way, I send it to the front door of the room at night like this. Fear of khilaf."

　

"Yes, Mas. I called Mona."

　

"Everything, if these nights, do not need to mention the different nature. We don't fit in with them."

　

"Yes, Mas. Hihih."

　

"O Allah, dong Nis. Actually, I'm braver against a real five-man girl, than a white-painted one."

　

I smiled at Angga's fear, before long Mona came to open the gate. I also say goodbye to him.

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When I woke up in the morning, I was pensive. I can't believe what happened in the last few days. Everything was like a dream, in an instant my status had changed to being engaged.

　

I exhaled slowly, watching the ring finger embedded in the ring. It turns out that it is quite sweet also this finger, when decorated with rings. Real and without cats like they used to be.

　

Suddenly there was the sound of a cell phone screaming loudly. Lazily my hand tried to reach, the device on the table. One touch accidentally makes an instant missed call.

　

"Assalamu alaikum" I said to who on the other end of the phone.

　

"Tan, today's coming in, right?" It seems like the voice of God, but why is there the name 'Tan' indeed I rambutan!!

　

"I'm sorry, I think you're wrong number one."

　

"What's? Don't mess around, Nis. It's __?"

　

"Really, Sir. Here there is no one named 'Tan' who sells rambutan." I'll just stare at that guy.

　

"Tan? Who's Tan?"

　

"Lha, you called me 'Tan'" I replied.

　

"Tan, former times. That's just not understanding. Kapokmu when? Would you pick up today? Coincidental __"

　

"What coincidence?" ask me about that unfinished sentence.

　

"It just so happens that you want to pick up, the former who just finished the permit, who knows who can get souvenirs," he explained.

　

"No need, sir. There's already an Angga mas, as always," I say.

　

　

"It's good, I don't like hurt women."

　

"Ohh, this is what it feels like to be satirized by an ex early in the morning. The fate of singles .. ngenes," he said pretending to wail.

　

I ignored it, then said my greetings and closed the call. Take a shower and go to the office with Angga.

\===

Arriving at the office, God was standing up to greet me in front of the building entrance. Fortunately, Angga has passed. He looked at me without a blink. Whoaah she why seh?

　

"Morning, sir," I said respectfully as always.

　

"Hemm" he answered briefly.

　

I stepped foot to the stairs! Not so! There are Gods, at the end of the fight again. Where does he keep teross at the back, why should he be at the back, not at the side?! Let it go side by side to the pelaminan, ehh .. plaque!! Eling, Nduk, ojo kemaruk.

　

I turned my foot, headed for the elevator door. However, quickly the hands of the Gods blocked this arm.

　

"Where are you? Continue your journey! Just now that the office stairs have given up, what about the household?" said cynical.

　

"Household, sir. Do you want to go home with me?"

　

"You, really want to. Thank God, you finally came to your senses. Nisa wants to live with me again?" answer with joy.

　

"You, anyway, but __"

　

"But what, Nis?"

　

"But Boong! What the hell, sir, keep following behind? I felt like I had a long tail. Not free," I said ketus.

　

"Whatever. You never empathized with me." The god said with a flat face. I waited for him to walk together.

　

"meaning?"

　

"Then you get permission, I'm sick."

　

"ill? If it hurts, go to the doctor, sir. Not my nyariin," I snorted. There's only one reason.

　

"Indeed, what are you sick with?" ask again. He asked to buy milk or bread.

　

"Sick miss the ex," he replied as he rubbed his own hair back, dih.

　

"Tau ah, I'm first sir. There's something to be done," I said. Lazy ngeladenin gombalan not clear.

　

Either because the rush wants to avoid, the foot has not been perfect stepping on the stairs. Slipping. As a result my body is broken. Fortunately, the gods held me back. Uhh .. like the Korean drama scene, Pilgrim!

　

Dubh! Dubh! Dubh!

　

The heart beats harder, as our eyes clash. I am trying to improve this position. He also let go of his hand.

　

"Other times be careful, don't let me carry her up in the room." He spoke while flicking his hand on the forehead.

　

"Hu'um, sir heard something, didn't you?"

　

"Sound what? You, don't be weird."

　

"I'm not lying. It was like there was a sound of a drum being shot, sir," I said quietly.

　

He didn't answer. His face hinted at nothing. Ahh, maybe there's nothing. Back up the stairs.

　

"Wait!" call the gods then.

　

I turned, stopped my steps and turned around.

　

"Yes." Yeah."

　

He approached, looking at me sharply. Until he realized his left hand had been raised by him.

　

"It's a ring, what?"

　

I choked, gulped.

　

"This ...."

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