Late Wedding?

Please Patience! It's a Test

Watching the debate conducted by our own parents does not feel good, yes. Awkward, wrong, and also confused. As I am currently experiencing, watching the Father and Mother argue fiercely because of the problem of my application. Actually, you are ordinary anyway, still looks calm and calm. Only Mother was a little carried away by the atmosphere and emotions. I understand, the feeling of Mother who wants her child's application is not ordinary. All Mothers in this world, if they feel capable, would want a wedding and ***** that whinynya, it feels special and unusual.

Yes, I understand your intentions and desires. But the matter at the moment, I am a little uninterested in holding to hold an Engagement Party like that booming one. I'm not interested at all. I don't think that's too important. Besides being a waste, I think it would also just be a waste of time. Preparation will still take money and time, right? After all, this is just kind of qualified just like that. Reynand had proposed to me personally, so now it was her turn to propose to me through my father, just yeah, the show was enough for the nuclear family, it is not necessary to invite the neighbors and have to rent EO.

"Just I don't agree that there's no show for Qilla's proposal. Just yummy! Pak RT's son just a proposal until the decklet pairs, the time of Qilla whose son is the Landlord here, there is no show anything. Shame to, Sir. Isins. You want to say stingy with citizens?"

"Why should you be ashamed? This wong lha, that's what Qilla dewe wants. The important thing is that Mr. Ndak is stingy, I just want to nyenengin son of the Father. Not to meet the expectations of the people. Yo, let the people think how, that's their business. It's none of our business" replied Mr. Kalem.

No raised tone of voice or angry expression. He looked calm and calm as usual. In contrast to Mother who now looks increasingly ignited emotions.

"It's none of our business piye to, sir?"

He sighed, glancing at me. His head was moved to the side, coding me to leave them immediately. Without thinking for a long time, I immediately stood up leaving the living room, exited the house and walked towards the house of Ms. Lusi.

When I arrived at Mbak Lusi, his house looked deserted. There is only Mbak Lasti, the next-door neighbor whom Mas Adi hired to help Ms. Lusi clean up the house and cook recently, who is now drying clothes.

"Dew, Ma'am," I said to Ma'am Lastri.

Pastri smiled as he looked at me. "Yes, Mother. Find Susi? It's in the same dalem Kayla."

I nodded as I thanked him before entering the house. And up the stairs to the room of Ms. Lusi.

"Hello, Bulek's most beautiful niece," I said as I entered Ms. Lusi's room.

Mbak Lusi turned his head towards me with both eyes glaring at him. "Just sleep this, don't be noisy!" his tirade without sound.

I giggled and held my finger to form the letter V, then walked to the sofa and sat my butt there.

"Semalem fussy?" I asked while holding a sofa pillow.

Sister Lusi with a lethargic face and blackened eye bags, nodded and sat down next to me.

"Wouldn't sleep if you weren't carried. So stay up late," said Ms. Lusi while yawning.

I grimaced. "So Mom's hard, huh, Mommy?"

Mbak Lusi chuckles. "Yes, it's easy. It's just how you want to live it too, La. If true, it doesn't feel too heavy. Only if most complain, yes, so it feels really heavy, like looking for the location of the camera where, keep waving to the camera."

I then chuckled. "Always test your guts."

"Yes, it's not a guts test anyway, but still, it feels like our guts are tested, La."

"What's up, Ma'am?" I started to worry.

"Yes, like that. So if you feel not ready, mending delay first," said Mbak Lusi while shaking his head. "How many are you, La?"

I get confused. "How much, Ma'am?"

"Poor."

"28."

"Oh, if that's not to be delayed. Mending immediately hastened," teased Mbak Lusi while nudging my arm. "So when?"

"The end of the week."

The expression of Mbak Lusi turned surprised. "Seriously?" tanyanya could not believe it.

Without a doubt, I nodded laly assented.

"I don't believe it, do I?" mum Lusi while glancing at me suspiciously.

"Emang, the end of the week, what's the proposal."

"Well, still a proposal to. I thought Ijab qobulnya."

I chuckle. "Step by step, Ma'am."

"Kok tumben Ibu adem ayem, no fuss?"

"Who said that? Noh, at home again cold war with you. I don't know who won."

"Why? You asked for a mediocre proposal, huh?" ask Mama Lusi.

I nodded, assuring. Then hug the sofa cushions tightly. Shadow Father failed to persuade Mother, so that there was no need for any event for my proposal, suddenly flashed in my brain. I turned to look towards Mba Lusi with a clear face.

"Where, huh, Ma'am?"

"Yes, no matter what, La. Follow me said Mother, rather than being a child of disobedience," replied Mbak Lusi resigned. "Lagian, fun is also using the Engagement Party event. It's nice to post on Instagram," added Mbak Lusi while playing his eyebrows up and down.

I immediately snorted. I'm not a selebgram who needs a good post on Instagram. Partly for what the hell is so-so. Just for the sake of posting on Instagram or social media, I have to reach into pockets that are not a little so? Just yummy. It's the same as waste. God does not like his wasteful people. Although I am not a very Muslim woman, who wears a headscarf or something like that, but I know about religion, even if only a little.

"But I want it to be normal, Ma'am. There is no need for any event like that, later if the wedding event fits want to ask what kind of way, I do not matter. But if the application event, yes, do not need to use a big-gede event."

"Yes, no papa, La, it's the same father Mother is able," replied Ms. Lusi.

"Not a problem capable or incapable, Ma'am. But comfortable in me. Who wants to apply to me, Ma'am, not Mom," kekeuh I insist.

Mbak Lusi sigh resigned. "Yes, anyway, just-"

"Assynnya!!"

Both I and Mommy Lusi turned to the door. "Wa'alaikumussalam," we reply at the same time and then stand up to welcome the guest of Mbak Lusi who seems to want to visit Mbak Lusi and the baby. Yes, when viewed from the large plastic they carry bearing the name of the baby supply store. It's obvious you want to visit the baby Mbak Lusi and also Mas Adi right?

"Eh, Budhe Yuni," said Ms. Lusi and then shook the hands of mothers with her robe and wide headscarf. I also shook the hands of the mothers then what I guess, it looks like a distant brother, Susi. Before turning to a young woman who I estimated was in her early twenties.

"No college, Jan?" mbak Lusi asked the young woman, before allowing the two to sit down.

"Recute. Grit, Lus, lackluster. Her husband's not going to college yet."

Oh, my guess is wrong. I think he's still in his early twenties. Apparently, she is married and will be a mother. Young as well.

"Oh, is it over, Jan? Congratulations, yes, how many months has it been?" ask Mama Lusi enthusiastically.

"New to enter the third month, Ma'am," replied the woman who was Mbak Luci Jan. I don't know, I don't know his full name yet.

Lusi's brother ber'oh'ria while nodding.

"Who's this, Lus, how is it a bit like Adi yo?"

"Oh, this is Mas Adi's sister, Bude."

"Oah, pantesan similar. What age is his son, Nduk? I'm Lusi's Budenya."

I grimaced in embarrassment, scratching my suddenly itchy head. The question is sensitive, making my mood that was not good, now suddenly deteriorated.

"I happen to be unmarried, ma'am," I replied, forcing a slight smile on my face.

"Loh, not married yet? How old is he?" ask Bude Yuni.

How I feel the question is a little impolite, yes. I then glanced at Mbak Lusi with a flat expression, intending to ask for help so that Budenya Mbak Lusi does not ask this kind of sensitive question. Seriously. I really didn't like the question just now. But Ms. Lusi could not do anything, she just apologized with her guilty feelings without a voice. It made me finally have to answer the questions of the mothers.

"28, Bude."

"Yes, look forward to your soul mate, Bude. She wants to wait especially."

"Do not busy work, Nduk, the nature of the woman is yes, immediately married and take care of her family to. The risk is great, giving birth at a ripe age."

Lah, these mothers want to talk to me or see the baby Mbak Lusi anyway. How from earlier even discussed my soul mate continues. After all, I would rather take a big risk when giving birth at a mature age, than getting married at a young age but mentally I do not have the readiness to be a mother. So Mom's a trust and a responsibility, right? Not just a woman after marriage. If I am not ready to be a mother myself, the maxain self soon married and become a mother because of fear of the risk of giving birth at the age of maturity. Even though the risk of getting married at a young age and not too ready so Mother is also just as great, and even has an impact on our children and small families.

"My only twenty-year-old son is married, already wants to have children too. Your twenty-eight years are yet to come, Nduk."

Oh, it turns out my guess is right. His son is still in his early twenties. Married young apparently.

"Mother, you can't do that, ah," whispered the child with an unpleasant smile at me.

As much as possible I forced my smile. "No papa. The fate of others varies," I replied accordingly.

"Do you need to help Bude findin," said Bude Yuni suddenly.

I'm honestly a little surprised. Why so enthusiastic.

"Bude there's an acquaintance. My daughter temen. Pns, handsome, well-established-"

Lusi grimaced badly at me, then laughed discordantly. "He's got his own candidate, Bude. Time still want to be betrothed, will the candidate want to be accompanied?"

"Oh, do you have to? Bude doesn't think he has that yet."

I forced my smile back and stood up.  "Sir, I'm not saying goodbye, yes, I'm afraid to be sought after by Mom" I said later. "Come, Bude, Ma'am, stop by the house!" basasiku.

"Yes, yes, please!"

I rushed out of the room and ran down the stairs, my footsteps suddenly stopping when I saw Kafka entering the house.

"Sister!" I cried out while stretching out both my hands.

"Bulc!!" kafka chanted, then ran towards me and hugged me. Anxious, I then lifted her body and kissed her cheeks in turn.

"What did you learn in school?"

"Picture."

"What image brother?"

"Car."

I immediately lowered it and led it down the stairs. "Cock pictures of cars anyway?"

"So'd say the free drawing teacher. So, brother pictures the same car truck. Got a star, Bulek."

"Ohya? What star?"

"Much."

"How many?"

Kafka scratched his head, which I believe was not itchy. "But many, Bulek."

I laughed and then nodded. "Who's brother came home with him?"

"Dad."

"Where is his father?"

"That's it" Kafka said as he pointed towards the entrance.

"Where's mom?" ask Mas Adi.

"There's above. There are guests."

"Who?"

"Forget. Bude Yuli," I said unsure, I then tried to recall. "eh, wrong, not Bude Yuni means," I later said.

"People are a little fat?" guess Mas Adi.

I nodded as a sign of response.

"Wide hijab cake?"

I get confused. Why even guess this? However, despite some confusion, I ended up nodding, confirming.

"Yes, have you helped Kafka change clothes, yes. Go to the factory first."

"Loh, don't you see his brother, Old Man, Mas?"

With a firm slab, Mas Adi replied, "Males, La. His person-"

"Good skipped, yes, Mas," I'm quick.

Mas Adi snorted faintly. "Not playing friendly. Yes, the typical Indonesian native is that, friendly level wahid."

Suddenly I heard his confession. At least, I know anyway, if Budhenya Mba Lusi was indeed a friendly person.

"Yes, I've, I'm straight on."

"Yes, careful!" I said while shouting.

Mas Adi held up his right thumb without turning his head. However, just as I was about to take Kafka up to his room, Mas Adi suddenly turned around and approached us.

"Why, Mas? Is anyone missing?"

"There's."

"What Mas? Let Qilla help her out."

"No need."

"Well, how come you don't, Mom?" many confused.

"Yes, it's not necessary. Lha wong who missed it was a pesen for you."

I cringed not understanding. "Message me for Qilla?" ask me not to understand.

"Don't buy Kafka ice cream. Remember!" said Mas Adi while pointing his index finger.

I snorted annoyed. It felt like he wanted to break his index finger which he used to point at me. Huh, you little bummer.

"Review if we get to the rescue again. I don't give you permission to get married, yes," said Mas Adi, who did not scare me at all.

Yes, times afraid not to be given permission to marry. My man still has a father. The person who is most entitled to me besides myself and also to my mother. This ngaco guy.

Tbc,