Love In The Wound

Chapter 27

It didn't feel like the day was almost Maghreb until we got home. Togetherness makes us forget time. I haven't even cooked rice for family meals yet when I knew Mom and Dad were going to the garden this afternoon.

"Assynnya!" greetings at the same time.

"Wa'allaikumsalam!" answer them anyway.

"Sir, Mom, sorry to go home in the afternoon" said Mas Dikha while kissing the back of Father and Mother's hands respectfully.

"No papa, son. Come sit!" Father let. "Make koffe, Nai!" tell me the Father turned to me.

"Oh, no need, sir. Dikha just for a moment," he replied politely.

"Oh, so. How was your experience at the school, son? I heard you were studying for a long time?"

"Alhamdullah, found many new things, new knowledge and new friends," replied Mas Dikha again. Mom and I just kept quiet and listened to their conversation.

"All right, Mum. Dikha say goodbye first, sorry again." Mas Dikha said his greetings and came out not forgetting we answered him.

"Nai, what are you doing often the same way Dikha, ha? He's just a friend, you shouldn't be that free as he is!" Dad looks angry.

"Yes, Ndok. Not to mention the messy house, chicken cattle are not fed. Plus, your sisters were crying out earlier thankfully we came home," Mother added equally angry.

"I'm sorry, Mom, it's all because of Chelsea" I replied to reason but denied by Dad. Chelsea made me and Mas Dikha a target.

"I'm going to match you up with the next village boy" said Dad suddenly to my surprise. I don't think they will have that intention anymore.

"But, Yah_?"

"So Chelsea was home, I saw!" whoa, shit. That kid, I feel like I wanted to help him earlier.

"And for the match tonight they will come to ask you" said Father again.

"There's no but-but this time you have to get married!" Oh my God, what else is this. Since when did you break this same guy. Then how do I say it to Mas Dikha.

"He is Rohman, they are also great in their religion. The most important thing is to make you live well. Because Rohman is well established." Father added.

Honestly, I haven't told you about my relationship with Mas Dikha because they think I'm still adapting after Mas Nugi's decision.

If it's Rohman, I know him too. But I have never spoken directly.

"Can't you just undo that intention?" I said weld.

"No, I just want you to be free from promiscuity" he said. "Also have a better life than the Dikha who is only a child of labor like Dad," he continued.

Oh, my God, why did you say that. Is that material important to Dad.

The darkening day made me worry about the arrival of the young man and his family. I don't know what I'll answer because I don't want to be embarrassed.

Confused mixed in fret, I tried to tell Mas Dikha but my heart was hesitating. I don't want it to hurt him.

"Mil...!" call Mom from outside.

"War for a moment, your brother hasn't come home from the workshop!"

"Yes, Mom," I replied lazily.

Mom hands over some blue money to buy sugar, tea and some snacks for the guest dish. They'll be here at eight.

Immediately I carried out Mother's orders, only with a small flashlight I went to the stall which was quite far from home and in fact it was not the first time.

But when crossing between houses about two hundred meters, a hand smothered my mouth and tightly wrapped it and dragged me to a hut behind the house. I can't even scream for it. Only a faint voice was heard. Irang certainly did not know even though he heard it.