Late Wedding?

Failing Vacation

*****

To me, being happy is simple. Simply be able to feel comfortable leaning on a soft sofa, with a large bowl of fruits on the lap. While enjoying a television channel that broadcasts rumors of artists that I can not enjoy on an ordinary day. Yeah, it's just that simple.

I do not need a name to spend a vacation by going out of town, out of the island, or even out of the country. For me being able to feel the peace of the house without any deadly deadlines is my best way to enjoy the holiday. Given these nearly two months, I've struggled with pencils and sketchbooks too often.

All right, let me introduce myself for a second. My name is Aqilla Khanza. I was born in Semarang, but decided to stay in Jogjakarta because of the demands of the job. I'm not an office lady, but just a designer special kebaya and wedding dress. Thanks to the injection of funds given by my father, I managed to open a small boutique with two floors. The first floor I dedicated to put my collection and also the work place of my tailors. While upstairs, I used it for me to work and I made it my place to live.

But now I am at home in Semarang, in order to enjoy the holiday story.

"Qilla's."

The voice call from my mother made me look. Kulirik Mom at a glance who is now sitting right next to me.

"Hmmm," I replied.

This time without looking at him. My gaze was straight ahead of the television screen, which aired the news of the divorce of one of the top artists famous for their household harmony.

Actually, I am not a typical woman who is willing to follow the development of the capital artist. However, because my employees were excited to discuss it these few days, it automatically awakened my soul kekebilan already ingrained since toddler.

"You know not the Goddess. Mr. RT's son. Who just graduated High School this year, nduk. Inget, right?" ask Mother.

I thought for a moment, trying to remember who Mom meant. After the slightly coquettish yet sweet shadow of the young girl began to greet my memories, I nodded.

"Inget as it were," I said as I poked the piece of apple before putting it in my mouth and chewing it slowly.

"Say, he's getting married next month, nduk."

The sweet taste mixed a little sour from the apple I just chewed suddenly turned bland. My happiness seemed to disappear immediately, as soon as I heard the sentence that had just been thrown from my mouth. As much as possible, I refrained from twisting my two eyeballs. For the sake of manners and also manners that have always been taught by Mother and Father since long ago.

"Continue?"

I try to pretend I don't understand. Although in reality I really understand the meaning of Mom's sentence earlier.

"Yes, when you lose. I'm a prestige to, Nduk. His son's time landlords in this village lost to his son Pak RT. Compared to Goddess, yo, obviously look forward to you, anyway. Where he just graduated high school again." Mom's expression looked really dislikeful.

Sighing, I tried to control myself to not get emotional. I'm a grown woman. And adult women should not be easily ignited emotions. So my segment in my heart. Hypocritical, if I wasn't upset by Mom's words just now.

"Mom, marriage is not a race. But about-"

"Mental readiness," Mom snorted while bored.

I nodded, confirming, while giving my thumb. Makes Mom glare at me.

"Well, that's just your excuse. From the time of your mother's pregnancy Kafka until now, your mother is pregnant again, your answer is that. How did I not get to memorize," Mom grumbled with a tone that I could not say relaxed. I see Mom's expression is really upset right now.

"Yes, how else to, buk. Qilla people are not ready, the time will be imposed. Yeah not good to."

"You are, nduk, there is an answer. Wanna see when you're with that Kenzo guy going out. Not good to be a neighbor chat to, nduk. You are the same Kenzo was late dating. If you're not sure about Kenzo, uwes to, breakin wae. Mending disperse. Find someone who can make you sure of marriage. You're an old selot, nduk, ora selot enom. Eeling! The wedding is sunah. Ora dolanan wae."

"Well, mannequin to zinc dolanan? Mboten. Qilla's just as Kenzo's serious, ma'am. Qilla was also convinced by Kenzo. Qilla wants to marry Kenzo. Not now or anytime soon."

"The art of opo maneh to, nduk. Jaremu mben, want to college, wes stuff graduated want duwe boutique dewe, rak yo wes do lapanon to. Jane ki arep doing opo maneh to, nduk? Ngenteni Your mother is dying sek ngno, opo ben Your mother iki died sisan ngono?"

(read: Wait what else, Dek. You said you used to want to go to college, after college, want to have your own boutique, not already realized. What the hell are you waiting for, Dek? Wait for your mother to die first, what if your mother dies like that?)

"Astaghfirullah, this mother is the talk."

"Sak karepmu dewe kono lah. Ora's mom take care of. I'm dizzy thinking of you."

(read: it's up to you. Mom doesn't care.)

With a feeling of annoyance, Mother immediately stood up. Then walking left me who started to feel guilty.

I swear, for God's sake. I'm not ready to be a wife or a mother. I was too selfish to build a home. I really don't feel ready. And I don't have to force myself to get married just because my neighbor's girls are already married.

No. gabe. I wouldn't be.

I sighed again while glancing at the bowl. These pieces of fruit are still full because I just ate a few pieces. But my appetite is gone.

Feeling a little upset, I stood up. Turn off the television, then walk towards the kitchen. Put a bowl of fruits into the refrigerator. Then just walked out of the house.

My goal is currently to visit Mas Adi's house, which happens to be a short distance from home.

"Smuck his face. Not shower yet, huh?"

Sweet greeting from Mba Lusi, my sister-in-law, I am not at all happy. Ignoring manners and manners, I immediately chose to enter.

"Mas Adi is there, isn't he?" ask me without looking.

Impressed to be disrespectful, indeed. But my mood is really bad right now. So I don't really care.

"Ngapain's nyariin mama's husband?" ketus Mbak Lusi was irritated because I had ignored it.

"Pengen. Need a chest area for backrests as well. The chest of Mbak Lusi's husband is the most delicious for sand," I replied origin, half joking.

Because Mas Adi's chest is ordinary, not field at all, tends to be a little thin for the size of men who like to eat like him. But for a normal man size is quite large.

I then landed my ass on the living room sofa, without waiting for the owner to welcome it.

"Booking with Mom again?" guess Mama Lusi is on target.

My sister-in-law is besides a cook and sweet-faced. He is typical of people who have a high level of sensitivity. Sister Lusi can marry Mas Adi too, thanks to his speciality. It's amazing, isn't it?

Actually I also want to avoid, but because it looks like it will end in vain. So I finally chose to nod, justifying.

After nodding understandingly, Mba Lusi immediately rushed up to the top floor.

"If you need to drink it in your own refrigerator, yes. Ma'am wants to call Masmu first at the top," he said before climbing the stairs.

I just nodded while giving a thumbs up as a sign of answer.

No more than five minutes Mas Adi was down.

"Kenzo's chest isn't as good as Mas's, is it?" mas Adi asked after sitting his ass next to mine.

I shook my head disapprovingly, but still leaned my head against Mas Adi's chest. Because obviously, Kenzo's chest is the best backrest in the world.

Whose version?

Clearly my version.

"Kenzo is in Jogja, Mas. Time yes, I had to go back to Jogja just breastfed for solitaire. Mending here, right, deket."

Mas Adi clicked his tongue, putting on a face pretending to sulk.

"So Mas was just a stunt double?"

"Not dong." I'm shaking.

"Keep, what?" tanya Mas Adi with her raised eyebrows.

"Reserve role," my gloom while playing my eyebrows up and down.

"Week, sana!" rajuk Mas Adi while keeping my head away from him, then snorted in disbelief.

I chuckle amusedly.

Really good luck, Sister Lusi dapet husband gini snacker.

"Again need a backrest, Mas," I said persuading. Putting the face as bright as possible.

And. succeeded.

Although while clucking, Mas Adi again pulled my head to rest on his chest. I smiled as I closed my eyes.

"You are an independent woman who never likes trouble. But why the hell if the same Mas, you spoiled gini. Make your mother jealous," grumbled Mas Adi who made me chuckle.

"Yes, not papa. The promise is the same Brother himself," I replied indifferently. Though actually I was also afraid anyway, just in case Mbak Lusi was jealous of our closeness. Given my own jealous nature with Kesha, Kenzo's sister.

"But you should go to your husband. It's been 27 years. Ma-"

"So because of the storm with Mom, you ran away here?" shoot Mas Adi.

"No. I'm a child, "I'm a lie.

"Oh yes, you are great. Not a child, yes. It should be able to make children kec-"

"Mas Adi!" pekikku while clapping Mas Adi's arm in annoyance.

Then glare inadmissible. While Mas Adi was just stupefied, instead of complaining of pain. Wonder. Mas Adi's arm is not big, but why not hurt.

"For a long time I felt like a stepson, dinistain mulu," I muttered in between grunts.

"How's Kenzo doing?" mas Adi asked after calming his laughter. Trying to divert the conversation.

I'm nodding. "good. The cafe is again rame kalo pas weekend gini. So I didn't take it."

"Oh yes, Airin abis lamar-"

"Yes, know. Yesterday you told me the same thing that was proposed," I cut with a short sigh.

If I end the smell anyway, like our conversation is still the same now.

"When are you ready for Kenzo?" tanya Mas Adi is serious.

Nah kan!

"Mas" call me slowly. Both eyes were closed in frustration

For God's sake, I decided to go back to Semarang not to be asked when to get married like this. But vacation.

"You're not a teenager who still needs to date to learn to know each other, Dek. You are an adult. It's time to get married. You're the same Kenzo is fine, right?"

Well, what's the correlation with my relationship with Kenzo. Not very connected.

"Mas, I'm the same Kenzo is fine what not, it has nothing to do with me who has not wanted to marry. I don't want to marry just because of age or because I already have a boyfriend so I have to be spit-spet marriage." I breathed in frustration. "I want to get married if I'm sure I want to get married, Mom. Not because of your insistence. Please respect my decision" I asked a little.

"Are you still not sure about Kenzo?"

I shook my head weakly as a sign of the answer.

"You let him go. Find someone else who makes you sure."

Again I shook my head, but this time his head was much stern.

What the fuck means. Find someone else?

"I love Kenzo, Mas" I don't want to be denied.

"Honey isn't enough, is it?"

I know Mas Adi's sentence just now, was indeed insinuating me. But I try not to care.

"But for Kenzo that's enough, Mas."

"But not enough for you, right?"

I must admit that Mas Adi's hidden talent for guessing and insinuating matters does need to be taught thumbs up.

"Mas, I'm in the process"

"Six years isn't enough?" cut Rendra fast.

I groaned with annoyance, feeling defeated.

"Not yet" I replied slowly, very slowly.

Mas Adi was even now speechless. All he did was stomp his suddenly dizzy release. Might as well.

"As far as you are, I'm just ngingetin. Hopefully these six years that you have passed do not have to end in vain if in fact you can not be together."

A moment! This is Mas Adi doain I'm with Kenzo breaking up?

Immediately I stared at Mas Adi, asking for an explanation.

"If you feel Kenzo is really your soul mate. I don't think you'll have any doubts about him" said Mas Adi before leaving, leaving me silent.

*****

After returning from Mas Adi's house, I finally decided to return to Jogja. I need to meet with Kenzo to calm my suddenly messed up heart just because of Mas Adi's sentence just now. It was stupid with my holiday schedule that had to end up failing. I really need to see Kenzo. Today too, so that I may not falter.

After changing clothes and cleaning things, I immediately rushed down to the bottom floor and passed the Father who had just come out of the kitchen.

"Where are you going, nduk?" ask the Father while looking at me in wonder.

"Reverse to Jogja, sir," I replied shortly.

"Say you want a vacation, why would you want to go back? Still angry with your mom?"

"Well, how do you know?" I looked at Father in wonder.

"Your mother was ranting when the father just returned home his clay pak Husein. How do you know, lha wong your mother tembangane yo, you. If you again in Jogja say it kangen with you, ask you when to go home. But if you have returned to Semarang gini, it must be difficult to get along. Wonderful Father."

I grimaced badly with my father's grunts. Feeling guilty for not being able to make Mom and Dad happy.

"Well, iki boy, even ngalamun. So back to Jogja ora, nduk?"

I smiled as I nodded, then came forward to hug you. My first love before I knew Kenzo and my other ex.

"Aqilla returned to Jogja not because of Mom, sir."

"Lha continues?"

I looked up to see the face of my father. I felt guilty when I saw his aging face. But I haven't been able to give happiness like most kids do at this age like me.

"There's work that hasn't been done. But Qilla just found it in Mas Adi's house."

Since it's impossible to tell the truth, I'd rather lie. Although not entirely lying, because there is indeed a job that I left when it has not really settled.

"You're exactly your mother. Yowes, get out there, get some lunch. Heat. It's jammed."

I smiled as I nodded and began to let go of his embrace.

"Aqilla saying yes, sir? Which mother?" my question while looking for the whereabouts of Mother.

Father shakes. "Mother doesn't know too. He said he wanted to go out."

"How much will Aqilla go?"

"Where is piye? Do you need sangu from your mother?"

I smiled amusedly while shaking.

"No, Sir. That is, Aqilla's time is not saying goodbye to Mom?"

"Later Mr. pamitin. You're leaving right away."

With a little impatience, the Father immediately led me out of the house.

"When do you want to sulk?"

"Father who persuaded dong," said the father as he opened my car door. Pushing my body right into the car.

"OKAY. Aqilla is leaving. Assalamualaikum!"

"Wa'allaikumsalam. Be carefull! No need to speed," said the father while closing the door of my car.

"Ready-done!"

Tbc,