My Husband Is - Cuek

Gathering

The alarm clock goes off at exactly 05:00. I stepped foot close to the clock and turned it off. The sleepiness still rules me. But I need to get up and get ready to go to work. While walking towards the toilet for ablution, I saw Mother preparing a meal.

After I finished praying, I walked into the kitchen and helped Mom cook.

"When are you getting married?" ask Mom to start our conversation.

I took a breath and threw it away. "When, ma'am," I replied.

"You're an adult, Alma. It's been a quarter century. How long are you going to bully?" ask again.

"Not found a suitable one yet, ma'am." Mother just shakes.

So many times, I've talked about this. Actually, it's too lazy for me to answer this one question, but, regardless, I have to answer it even with the word sometime.

Dad came from the mosque and went straight to the kitchen to catch up with us.

"Assalamualaik." Father said his regards.

"Waalaikumsalam" we answered.

"Well, what's the matter, ma'am?" ask Dad.

"This, Dad. Alma has no interest in getting married" said the mother.

"Oh. I made a promise to my friend yesterday. His son agreed to be betrothed to Alma," he said.

Degs..

"What, Dad. Matchmade?" manya curious.

"Yes," he replied as he chewed on the biscuits.

I slide the chair and sit next to Dad.

"Who's with you, Dad? Don't be the same Mr. Adam, the owner of the adjoining village dam. Because, I have a lot of debt, Alma's on bail, yes, Dad?" ask again.

"heeh. Ngayal. Dad has no debt. You'll be a match for your father's daughter. Mr. Gunawan's name."

I suddenly limp. Imagine what this match would be like. "Sir Gunawan, who, Dad?"

"Yes, father's friend."

Dad was asked only muters kek svelte. I murmured in my heart.

"Whose son's name, Dad?"

"Ranchan."

"Dad, have you met?"

"Udah, 15 years ago."

Huh, 15 years ago? Oh, my God, Dad.

I'm not excited to hear Dad's statement. I shuddered in horror when I imagined the figure of the man, old, fat, distended stomach, brewok, and his head bald in front. Oh My God!

I put my head on the table.

"What's wrong with you, Ma?" ask the father who is still busy chewing coconut biscuits.

"Is Reyhan old, Dad?" ask me to see Dad.

"Still young. His age is not much different from yours." I'm getting a little excited.

"No handsome? not fat? her stomach is not stale? no brewokan?" That question confused my father.

"Bell-looking. If it's fat or not, I don't know, but, 15 years ago, he was skinny. Like Dad."

"Bw. ahahaha." Mom and I laughed. Mom approached Dad and patted Dad on the belly.

"This? It's been five months, say skinny?" tease Mom. I just kept quiet and heard us laughing.

"But, really young, right, Dad?"

"Yes, Alma. Bawel, rich your mother."

"Well, good thing he's young."

"Why indeed?"

"Yes, when you can give your only child this father is the same old man. Like Siti Nurbaya's story." I raised my hand and put it in front of my chest like I was in a state of joy.

The back of the head was pushed slightly by Father.

"Ngayal again," he said as he rose from the wooden chair.

"Mom, what, uh?" ask me while putting my lips together.

"Where's what?" Mother asked back.

"Alma, you're not ready yet, ma'am," I said.

"Reyhan, Mr. Gunawan's son." whispered Mother.

"Why, Mom?"

"Looks like you've heard."

I stepped towards Mom. "Who, Ma?"

"Have they not been in Indonesia? If it's not wrong, Mr. Gunawan's son was once in high school with you, Ma," explained Mother.

I remember that name. Reyhan ? Who the hell are you really?

"aaa. Alma know," I'm surprised.

"Alma, I'm surprised." I'm laughing a little.

"Mom, it turns out Reyhan is Alma's upperclassman, Mom. He's the chairman of OSIS High School time. Alma forgot, Alma only knows her name, Rey." I smiled remembering it.

How not, Reyhan is the chairman of OSIS as well as the upperclassman most liked by many girls. Almost all my friends like it. He's handsome, white, tall, basketball whiz, cool, fashionable. Maybe I'm very lucky to get him. This will be the most beautiful match in this life.

"Eh, why smile? It was so lemes," shock Mom.

"He.. I love Mom. Ants." I kissed my mother and helped her prepare breakfast.

After a few minutes, we had breakfast together, I went to work. I work as a cashier in a mini market not too far from my home. Not bad, the money can be for me to buy quotas and some other needs.

"Alma's leaving, Mom. Assalamualaikum," said. I heard her saying hello from the kitchen. Maybe he was still cleaning the dishes and glasses used for breakfast.

I set foot down the narrow alley of my house. Walk a few hundred meters and arrive at the minimarket.

After putting down the bag and changing clothes, I immediately took my place and waited for the customer to come.

It's still early enough. They may be busy with their own business.

I went back to tidying up some of the things that were near the cashier's desk. Before long, someone opened the door.

"Welcome," welcome me.

There's no answer. He even kept walking without seeing me. He picked up the mineral water and walked towards me.

I was flabbergasted for a moment. Slowly, he walked towards me. Looking at the deep impression until he finally got in front of me. I haven't blinked in a few seconds. Still looking at the beautiful scenery right in front of my face. I have never seen him in this store.

"Hey," said. He's looking at me more and more. I was ceaselessly smiling looking at him. The hand is disturbing.

"Mom, woi!" I woke up from my daydream. It turned out that a fat man was behind this handsome man, yelling at me. I regained my senses and received the mineral water from the handsome man in front of me and checked the price.

After he shifted, the fat man seemed irritated by me who was busy looking at this handsome man. When the goods were in hand, my sight was again seized by the handsome man in front of the entrance who opened the bottle and drank there.

Gleg... The water slowly entered his throat safely. I'm getting less and less powerful withholding her charms that have grabbed my attention from the first moment.

"Mr. Cepetan, I'm in a hurry!" shock this fat man.

Huuh, basic. I don't know what, there's a beautiful view for free up front. Don't come again, yeah! My whisper in my heart.

When I saw that handsome guy once in a while, all of a sudden, he wasn't there.

Hopefully, I can meet you again, handsome.

Evening was approaching, at exactly 17:00, I changed shifts with my friend. I walked slowly towards the house. By turning my slightly sore right arm.

After arriving at the courtyard of the house, I was surprised by the existence of a smooth black car parked under a mango tree. I watched him closely.

Whose car is this? my question is in my heart.

I came to the door and said my greetings.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Mother, Father, and some people in the house.

"This is it, Alma," said Mother. Mom stood up to me. I'm still confused by this situation.

"This, Ma. Her name is Reyhan," said Mother as she pointed to the man who was originally sitting in front of her. Haven't really been able to see Rey, I screamed and ran out.

"Waaaa....." I ran as fast as I could and left them.