Just a Bond

Early Stage

“Where are you going, Farhan?” My voice suddenly interrupted.

My steps immediately stopped. The desire in the heart is inevitable. My father-in-law can make me nervous too, yes. Could die suddenly if I keep getting surprises like this. It was like meeting anyone I had. Heartbreak is good. Until making a dizzy head. Not to mention the hands that were secretly trembling. Turns out, I'm a female-bental jerk, yeah. Just look at deg-degan. Severer. It's up to you to comment on me. I don't give a shit.

With my heart still tight-fisted, I turned towards the gentleman in the sly Madurese batik shirt, then replied, “Mau jengukin Najwa too, Yah.”

“Not necessary. You're just here. Fear Najwa even did not want to go out of the room if you know there are you here.”

My head feels hot suddenly. What the fuck? Prohibition subtly, or?

"Where have you been yesterday? Why would you want to see a new Najwa now? Her husband, isn't he, anyway?"

Gosh darn. This is one family why the same, anyway? Not only Mas Gibran or Mas Reza who is good at cornering people with words. His father is the same. Uh, those two must be inherited traits from her father, right?

"Let's sit down, Han. Here, don't you want to tell me what stories are the same Dad?"

I glanced at Mother who turned out not to step, then glanced at the Father who was just silent. They have no intention of defending me in the slightest?

"Sit, Farhan. You didn't hear what your in-laws said?" After a long silence, my father finally made a sound. But, once they make a sound, even so.

I immediately wavered. “Ta-but, A—”

“Eh, Mommy has arrived?”

The voice suddenly interrupted the stare-to-face action between me, Father and Father. We turned to the source of the sound. I was immediately stunned to realize the presence of a woman in black robes with a simple veil of matching color.

Oh my God, this woman .. The gaze I accidentally saw when I accidentally broke out, seemed reassuring. There is a great desire within to say hello, perhaps even to embrace her. However, regardless of what happened, I turned into a statue. I could only see the interaction between him and Mother. He immediately hugged Mommy after kissing her hands reverently, then hugged her.

“How are you, son? Sehatan already? Why don't you tell your mom that she's sick? Good thing Mas Reza-mu told Mommy. If not, Mommy will definitely still be bad to think of you.”

I mean, I mean, my father-in-law's manas with that line, huh, Bun?

I stared thoughtlessly at Mother who was still hugging Najwa. The grunts began to I do.

“Najwa has started to improve, Bun. Since he became ill, Najwa did not know who the cell phone was. So yes it is.”

How do you focus on holding your phone if the person is sick?

“Sit first, Wa.” His voice was heard again. My wife broke the embrace of Mother, then turned to look at Father. The smile on his face was still the same. Both make it look sweet even though the look is pale. Slowly, there was a sense of happiness in his heart once he saw him begin to smile. Even though the reason is not me. Because after our gazes accidentally turned back on, the smile faded instantly.

“You've been happy, ‘kan, Mas, since I left?” My eyeballs are glaring. Instead of asking the news, Najwa instead

asking so. Didn't she notice my change in appearance because of the mess she said after leaving? Ah, wrong. The chaos was indeed me who indirectly planned it.

“Casual aja times, Mas,” says Najwa again. “Sit first. I want to talk here, but there is a Father and

Mother too, ‘kan?”

Inevitably, I just nodded stiffly, then returned to the seat. He also then took a sitting position to the left of Father, to the north of the room.

"The Father's word is still in Sumenep. How come it's just here? When did you come home?"

It's intent to ignore her husband, huh, Wa?

I could only exhale in a rough breath in the seat. Want to say hello to Najwa, the person is not even willing to face me.

The woman then turned to the mother. “Mas Farhan there is a story what is the same Mother as long as I am not at home?”

Like having a public grudge, Mommy is not on my side at all this morning. “Don't tell a story, asked this isn't real, asked it doesn't answer. Appearance has overcome the gembel under the bridge as well, Wa.”

I sighed heavily. It seems like Mother cannot help but include words full of her anger towards me.

"Mother stay confused, Wa. Ask Kinan and Reyhan, they say just ask Farhan. But his Farhanya was silent as a mute."

“Mother." I raised a pleading gaze so that he would not bring me down even more in front of Dad. "I can explain everything, Najwa. Please give me a chance to explain.”

Gosh darn. Die me now. I mispronounced the pronoun in front of everyone. I instantly turned my face to avoid the interrupting gazes of all of them.

Not obeying my will, Najwa instead said, “Mas, do not interrupt first. I'll talk first. It's up to you to say as much as you can if I'm done. Can, right?”

Alright, alright. Let's just follow what this princess wants. I leaned my back against the back of the chair, resigned.

Najwa turned to look at the Father and Mother who were sitting next to him. “Em, can I ask something to Mister and Mommy?”

My parents looked at each other for a while, then nodded at Najwa's request almost simultaneously. Mate.

“When the same Father Mother intends to propose to Najwa first, Mas Farhan had no conditions or what? Or have you ever told me that she likes a girl?”

Mother and Father looked at each other. “Semember Mother does not exist. When Mommy said she wanted to be betrothed to her son, Mr. Ahmad, she only said that if you agreed, then she agreed.”

Ah, the time? I don't even remember anything. Maybe because of that time I was again trying to find out Rifka suddenly disappeared times, huh?

I saw Najwa glancing at me for a moment, then turned back to look at Mother. “Mother never stories

what about Najwa to Mas Farhan? She knows that the woman you're asking for is me?”

Not directly answered, maybe because of confusion also why Mother's favorite daughter-in-law suddenly asked

as for him, the woman who had given birth to me was still silent. He looked at me as if he were giving a code. The middle-aged man sitting next to him then cleared his throat slowly, and helped Mother.

“As the Father recalled, Farhan immediately agreed when his mother said her son Pak Ahmad accepted. Yes, after that, the application process. Isn't that right, Mr Ahmad?”

"really. After you and Farhan both said they agreed, we scheduled the proposal.

Fix, I was wrong from the start. Happy waiting for the day of your destruction, Farhan. It's even just the beginning stages, but it doesn't feel like it can continue.

Gosh darn. The cynical glance that my wife then secretly cast on me made the shame grow even more. How not? Indirectly he sneered at me who put forward more ego all this time. I hurriedly looked away from him. Good thing after that, Dad who had been silent since, suddenly interjected, “But, wait. What does this mean, anyway?” he turned his head towards his daughter.“Najwa, explain to me. What happened?”

“Au—”

“Let Farhan alone explain, Najwa. Your task is done.”

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Hayo, guess. Who's coming, huh? Comment, kuy. I'm trying to get a quick update, yeah. For a while two chapters first. Thank you to those who are faithful in this room.

Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Sunday, 10 October 2021