Mafia And Girl Roam Coffee

Matchmaking

"Interracial!"

"Sir, open the door there are guests!" ambu Sari's orders were in the kitchen making tea.

"Yes ambu!" sahut Cempaka from inside the room, then rushed out of the room to open the door.

"Eh brother!" Cempaka cried to see Abah Birawa standing at the door.

"Is there something?" ask Birawa.

"There, abah. So get inside." Cempaka let Birawa into the house and then sat on a wooden chair.

After allowing Birawa to sit on a chair, Cempaka walked into the kitchen to meet Ambu Sari.

Cempaka opened the kitchen door and said to her mother. "Mom, there's Birawa's brother."

Ambu Sari stood up, then approached Cempaka. "Make tea, don't forget to steam the cassava."

Cempaka nodded his head, then replaced Ambu Sari in the kitchen. Ambu Sari calls her husband to meet Birawa's brother.

"Well.sorry overslept." Bah Asep, greeted Birawa and then sat in a chair next to Ambu Sari.

Birawa nodded her head and began a serious, no-nonsense conversation.

"Let's Sep, you came here to talk about our son."

Bah Asep nodded, listening carefully. Likewise with Ambu Sari, although at the beginning he did not understand but the next second he understood Birawa's intentions.

"Well, if we're going to make it big, do you agree?" ask Birawa.

"I agree bah!" sahut bah Asep preceded without asking his daughter first. For the size of Bagas to be their son-in-law, is a proud thing. Moreover, Bagas son of the elders in the village, well established and his face is quite handsome.

"How's Sari?" tanya Birawa looked at Ambu Sari.

"I am, how is it." Ambu Sari smiled looking at Asep.

"In that case, we're officially besanan." Birawa extended a hand toward Asep's shoulder.

Bah Asep returned Birawa's hand.

"Well bah!" sahut Asep's.

"On the date when to get married, let it be a description of abah. You guys take it right!" birawa.

"Nuhun pisan bah!" sahut Asep and Sari.

While Cempaka who was in the kitchen, was about to come out carrying tea and cassava, undo his intention. He sat on the couch with his eyes glaring.

"Alah the abah, can nerima matchmaking without asking first." said Cempaka slowly.

"Where's the tea!" call ambu Sari.

"It's ambu!" sahut Cempaka then left the cot, carrying a tray containing three hot teas and a steamed plate of cassava out of the kitchen. Then he put the tray on the table.

"Mango(please) abah." Tawar Cempaka then sat on the chair bowing his head.

"Neng, you're in the same room as Abah Birawa for the future wife of Bagas." Ambu Sari said smilingly looking up at Cempaka who lowered her head.

Cempaka raised his face, staring sadly at Ambu Sari. Sari's ambu face turned silent when she saw her daughter's face look sad.

"Don't be ashamed, neng. Naturally, you're already big." Abah Birawa Timpal.

Cempaka lowered his head again, not to be ashamed. But Cempaka disagreed with the match.

"For the next day, I'll tell you again tomorrow." Birawa explained, then he said goodbye after talking about coffee.

After Birawa's death, Asep and Ambu Sari asked Cempaka why he looked unhappy.

"Atuh abah, now is not the time of Siti Nurbaya. Even if we live in the village, but we don't have to fool." Reject Cempaka ventured to reveal what was on his mind.

"Bagas is a good, well-established, confident, polite boy. What do you want to find the rich one again, Cempaka??!" ask Asep to slightly raise his tone.

"I know my brother, but Bagas I've considered him a brother. I don't love Bagas." Cempaka did not dare to raise his face.

"Other things!" cempaka Sahut.

"Neng, don't refuse a mate. Pamali, how do you want a model?" ask Asep again.

Cempaka did not answer, he stood up and then had the right to go to his private room.

"Si cuddle bah!" ambu Sari.

"Biarin, it's usual. It will be ordinary." Bah Asep won't take a headache. "Bagas sugag caught, seedlings bebet his weight."

Ambu Sari fell silent, she could not dispute the words of her husband. Ambu Sari chose to calm her daughter in the room.

****

Bagas who already knew his proposal was accepted by both parents Cempaka. He was happy and intended to meet Cempaka in the rice field.

In the saung, in the middle of the rice fields. Bagas sat cross-legged facing Cempaka who just lowered his head.

"Cempaka, you don't like this matchmaking?" ask Bagas.

Cempaka looked at Bagas.

"Try you think, all this time I've considered you a big brother." replied Cempaka.

"Sister?" tanya Bagas repeated.

Cempaka nodded his head. "What's it like to marry without love? I love you, but only my sister. You know what, don't you?" said Cempaka, staring at Bagas.

Bagas silently lowered his head, he did not expect that Cempaka only considered him an older brother. During this time, they were friends from small, even though they were far apart. But Cempaka always sent letters and encouraged Bagas to success.

"Treasure."

"Yes!" cempaka Sahut.

"all this time? your attention, what?" ask Bagas.

"Bagas, you should have asked from the beginning. How have I felt all this time on your cake? not that you let it go, until we misunderstand." Cempaka.

"I understand Cempaka!" Bagas came down from the saung cot, then set his foot down the paddy field.

"Dude!" call Cempaka, then he comes down and rushes after Bagas.

"Dude, wait a minute!" exclaim Cempaka to invite the attention of some residents who are in the rice fields.

"Dude!"

But Bagas continued to walk regardless of Cempaka's call. At the end of the road, a car pulled over. Bagas stopped his steps, staring at a beautiful and elegant woman coming out from inside the car. Waving his hair, waving at Bagas.

"Sophia?!" bagas.

"Dude!" a woman named Sofia.

Bagas walked over to Sofia, while Cempaka stood watching Sofia kissing her left cheek and right cheek. Cempaka turned his face and turned back. Return his legs back to the saung.

Bagas turned to Cempaka. "Your words hurt my heart."

"Bagas, what did you see?" sofia asked, shaking her hand.

Bagas turned his gaze towards Sofia. "Why did you come here?" ask Bagas.

"I miss, so I came here. Your father said you were here." Obviously Sofia explained why she arrived at the village.

"Here you go, you'd better get back to Jakarta." Bagas pulls Sofia's hand, then opens the car door.

"I don't want to!" Reject Sofia, shake Bagas' hand.

"What are you doing here?" ask Bagas.

"I'll go home, if you come back to Jakarta with me."

Bagas took a deep breath, for a moment he fell silent. Then Bagas took Sofia to his house.