Late Wedding?

Introgated Part 1

"Kenzo to here when?"

Instantly I immediately stopped my activities that had been cutting carrots for cornstalks. I swallowed my mouth nervously. Duh. How do you talk to Mom, if me and Kenzo have broken up.

"Well, why diem?" ask Mom wonder.

I was biting my lower lip in fear. Afraid that our relationship would warm up again if Mom knew my relationship and Kenzo was over. Even though Mom asked me to decide on Kenzo and find another guy, I knew I wasn't really thinking.

"After a fight?" guess Mom on the sidelines of her piety. "So come back to Semarang because of another fight with Kenzo?" added Mother, pretending to put on her shocked face.

"No." I resumed my activity of cutting carrots that had been delayed.

"Keep opo?"

"We broke up" I said very slowly. Even so slowly, maybe you didn't hear my words just now.

"Open, nduk? Breaking up?"

Oh, I think I was wrong. You can still hear me because of our proximity. Fuck, me! What am I supposed to say now?

"Who broke up?"

Quibble. That's the voice of the Father. Not that you said you wanted to see the rice field. Now it's at home.

I grimaced at Mom and Dad in turn. You look confused, maybe you see my anxious face and your slightly unfriendly face.

"What's up, to? How rich are you serious? You're wrong in what seasoning, nduk?" ask the Father with a confused expression.

"Your father asked that, La. Why isn't it answered?"

Hoho, code 191. Mom's voice is starting to crank.

"Anu.... Mr." I am still confused where to start.

"So you really broke up with Kenzo?" shoot me impatiently.

The look on his face was obvious if he was holding anger. While my face looks very shocked. His eyes looked at me and Mom in turn. His expression looked like he was asking 'this-what-that-actually-happened?'

With resignation, I finally nodded slowly, very slowly. My head was now bowed, the carrot that I now live in half was still holding tightly, but I did not continue to cut it.

"Reason?" ask Mother.

You look silent. But I know that he was actually very curious. His expression seemed to be waiting for my answer.

"We don't fit in."

I think I gave the wrong answer.

"It doesn't fit you to say?" snapped Mother wrathful. "After 6 years you say no match. Wingi-wingi kowe nang ndi, Nduk?"

I choose silence. Than to mispronounce. I can feel the look of disbelief from my father. I know, you're just as disappointed as Mom. Or maybe just as angry as my mom.

"Ora meneng wae, nduk. Answer Mother!"

Father sighed. "Uwes to, Mom. Let me talk to Qilla. I'll just cook." Father looked at. "Come, nduk, you want to talk" he asked later.

"I can't, I want to talk, too" I refused to agree.

"Well, if that's what Mom's talking about, who's cooking? That's dad?"

Mom shut up for a second. "We buy outside" he replied quickly.

"Then what do you want to do about this?"

"Yes cooked to, sir. But later, after-"

"Uwes, uwes, I'm cooking first. When it's finished cooking just talk to Qilla," cut Mr. impatient. "Come, nduk!"

I nodded and put down the carrot I was holding.  Then behind the Father.

We're talking in the lounge upstairs. I sat on a single sofa, while I sat on a long sofa.

"Have you broken up?" ask Father.

I just nodded as a sign of response.

"Talked well?"

"Already, sir."

"When?"

"Two weeks ago."

He sighed while rubbing his face, then looked at me again. His gaze was gentle, there was no intimidating look at all, even so I remained unusually stubborn.

"May you know what the problem is?"

"Sorry, Sir. I'm the same Kenzo agreed to keep the problems that we had yesterday, just the two of us. But we clearly separated well. Maybe not yet her boyfriend."

I bowed my head after finishing my sentence. I can clearly hear the voice of the Father who sighed before making a sound.

"Yes already. If that's the deal, you try to respect your decision. The important thing is that you are happy even though you are no longer together" said the wise father.

I smiled while nodding.

"Sorry Qilla yes, sir. I can't give you a mantu cepet yet" I regret feeling guilty.

Father nodded understandingly. "Ndak papa's. You are still healthy, you do not have to rush. Enjoy your life now."

I nodded again, thought for a moment and looked at you doubtfully.

"No need to think about it, Mother's problem to be the business of the Father. I'll talk to Mom."

I nodded with a wry smile. A little disappointed with myself, because every problem must be the father who cleared up. Don't I look like a bad boy? Even my capital to set up a boutique that became my pride was the result of your help, even though I had replaced half the funds that you gave, it was also with coercion because you had refused the right I wanted to change the money.

"Sir," called the Father made me wake up from my daydream.

Uh, I was just daydreaming, huh?

"Now, did you? Don't think too much. Now you take a shower!"

I grimaced and then shook my head. "I'll just go downstairs, sir, help me."

"Don't!" forbid Father. "Your mother's emotions are still not stable, later it will not be cooked. Not eating Father. Uwes there shower wae."

"Yes, sir."

I nodded obediently, then immediately rushed towards the room even though it was slightly unpleasant for Mother. I started to regret being too honest. I should have found the right time first.

*****

"Mom will say."

I almost dropped my phone because of Mom's sudden voice. I just finished taking a shower and was about to dry my hair, but my phone rang, so I chose to open the incoming message and it turned out to be from Sandra asking when I was coming home.

Jeez, I even just until yesterday afternoon and now it is still morning, can be sent by Mother if I will return to Semarang again. So because of that unimportant message, I decided to shut down my WhatsApp app, then put my phone on the edge of the bed.

"Now, Ma?"

Mother nodded while crossing her hands in front of her chest. Her expression was hard to guess, although I could guess a little if Mom would be angry.

"Who's the mutusin?" ask Mom to the point.

I'm a little surprised. Not because of Mom's question to the point, but more to her tone that sounded calm.

"Joint decision, Mom. No one is cut off or cut out."

"Reason?"

I chose to be quiet for a moment, not daring to answer straight away.

"Maybe it's not her soul mate yet, ma'am," I replied slowly.

"Kowe ki as light as you are saiki piro ora to, nduk?"

I choose silence and no respite.

"Lali?"

"Mpoten, Mom."

"Why did it break up? It should be your age that it is time to be taken to the pelaminan instead of dispersing. Wh why? Because you don't want to get married? Huh yeah?"

"YES. Mum satisfied?"

Okay, I know that I shouldn't have to get emotionally involved. But somehow my ego flinched and made me have to raise my tone a little.

"So Kenzo who died because he couldn't stand you?"

I was frustrated. How am I going to explain to Mom that Mom's mind is always like that.

"As for Mom, think about what. Obviously I'm the same Kenzo can't be together and it's a mutual decision. Point."

"Keep you don't want to get married?"

Gosh darn. Why do you think it is so far away. In a relationship does not always end together, many fail too even though they have been together for years.

"Astaghfirullah, Mom. Qilla's getting married, ma'am, definitely getting married. Although Qilla did not know when it was, but clearly Qilla would marry later. Love Qilla-"

"The opo? Kowe njalok opo karo your mother?"

I squinted at my temple which felt like it was throbbing. Seriously, my emotions almost exploded right now. I took a long breath.

"Time, Mom. Qilla needs time."

"It's still less time that I loved you yesterday?"

Gosh darn. I lost the word to answer Mom's question.

"Mother!"

Both me and my mother were shocked to hear the loud voice of the Father. However, Mr. Tipekal people who rarely raise their tone despite being emotional. Being heard from his voice earlier seemed like you were quite emotional.

"Astaghfirullah, Mom, uwes to. Free kowe grumpy ngono kuwi. Ora ono gunane." My voice sounded desperate.

"Sir, I-I"

"Uwes. Your son iki dudu neh boy. Wes isoh thought, Mom, wes knows wrong for real."

Mom sighed, glanced at me and left. I breathed a sigh of relief, Mother's passing was not a bad sign. Most likely Mother has understood my condition, only that Mother is indeed a rather prestigious person. So I'm the one who has to apologize, no matter who goes wrong first.

"I'm sorry your mother, nduk."

I smiled while shaking. "No, sir, I'm not wrong."

Father nodded. "Yes, I'm not out. You continue what you wanted to do."

I nodded in favor. Huh, the rotational introgation is quite draining energy yes, it turns out.

Tbc,