MY LOVE ENDS WITH YOU

WILL YOU BE MY SON-IN-LAW?

NARITA POV

 

-- campus ---

Today my show was pretty much. Until the campus directly attended the presentation of the research proposal of a classmate. After that, I went to Professor Stanly and Mark to discuss my research proposal presentation scheduled for next week. Quite tired indeed, because it is not easy to meet the two professors on the same day, plus the season has been the presentation of proposals.

I was waiting in front of the class where Prof Stanly was teaching. Long enough I waited for him, finally the classroom door opened. There was a great sense of relief when Prof Stanly walked out that door.

“Prof,,,” I approached him and was about to say something but soon he interrupted.

“Live to my room, Na! I made an appointment with prof Mark there!” he said as he walked quickly through me.

With big, quick steps I tried to follow him. Even though I had run because of chasing him who walked fast, but in fact was unable to align our position. My small body, my short legs, plus my backpack which is heavy enough to make me pant after Prof Stanly's fast road.

“This is kubawain!” suddenly someone from behind grabbed the backpack I was carrying with my shoulder. Because his power was seizing, with a flash the bag had moved into his hand. I turned towards him, he smiled with the occasional fix of the position of my bag worn on his back. He followed my quick steps as well.

“Ngapain you here?” my question is still a brisk walk, but he just smiled not answer my question.

I also ended up preferring silence, because I prefer to save my energy and breath to walk quickly after Prof Stanly.

Arriving in front of Prof Stanly's room, he opened the door and looked back at “Come in!”, I replied with a nod of the head, then with only one hand movement I asked for my bag back, ali handed over his bag.

“Still yes. I'm in first!” I took my bag out of his hand, smiled, then passed leaving it glued to the spot.

In Prof Stanly's room, we were both discussing my research, before how long Prof Mark entered the room and we continued the discussion. If I didn't have a good relationship with them, I might get the preferential treatment I am today. You can immediately consult with both professors at the same place and time. That's why I've always maintained a good relationship with both of them.

In less than two hours, we also finished discussing my research as well as some advanced data collection plans for the research of my two Professors. I say goodbye first. After I went out and closed the door to Prof Stanly's study slowly, suddenly someone's voice startled me “It's done, Na?”

Immediately I turned to the source of the voice, my eyes glared at the sight of him still there.

“Kok you are still here?” many wonder. I saw him misbehaving, he scratched his head that was not itchy while smiling grin.

“Where are you going?” his hand moved quickly grabbed the backpack that was still very troubled I carried, he did not answer my question and asked me something else.

“I'm tired, laper, want to eat, but it's not strong if we eat at home” we also walk around with him carrying my backpack on his back. Every now and then I noticed his back carrying the heavy weight of the backpack, the messianic and uneasy feeling of bothering him.

“Eat in cafe Alfabeth, want?” I replied with a nod of my head and a faint smile of tired marks.

Arriving there, we look for a place with the most comfortable position and seat. Ali put my backpack and his dumbbag on the empty seat next to him. Before long, the waiter came and recorded our order.

As we were waiting for the food to come, Ali let us get out of the way to receive a phone call. I also let him. He stayed away and was in the corner of the room. Sometimes he turns his body around but sometimes he looks at me and throws a smile. Before long, he hung up his phone and returned to his seat.

“Sorry, wait a long time” the bases and then sip orange juice orders that have come.

“Ahh kok” I replied while watching him who was still busy observing his phone, it seems like he was replying to a message.

“If you're busy, don't get me alone, Al!” I continued when he was still focused on staring at his phone with a frown as if there was something important he was about to do.

“No, just calm Na” his head looks up and sees me while the phone immediately he put on the table.

 

10 Minutes later

“So this is your girlfriend Al?” someone's voice shocked us who were eating. A middle-aged woman, wearing a large headscarf, a large, dark-colored robe. The typical middle eastern face, white skin, a pointed nose, slightly thick lips, thick eyebrows with a slightly tapered face are now standing near our table with a friendly smile.

Ali immediately stood up and I who stared alternately at the two finally stood up. I just want to be as respectful as Ali who stood up to respect the woman.

“Mam,, ka when to arrive?” Ali stared fixedly at the woman and said a little nervously.

I was still watching the interaction of the two. Every now and then the woman turned to me, looked at me from toe to head, smiled, and folded her arms in front of her chest. They spoke Arabic so I didn't understand what they were talking about.

“You don't want to introduce him to Mam?” he looked at me and Ali alternately, then on his own initiative, he sat his body in the chair beside me.

“Mam, mam misunderstood” saw the middle-aged woman sitting down, Ali came to sit and I followed her. I still can't guess what makes the atmosphere so stiff.

“Hai, introduce me Mama Ali!” said the middle-aged woman by extending her hand to shake hands with me, this time I understood what she was saying because she was using English. I greeted her outstretched hand and returned her friendly smile with a smile with a nod of her head softly saluted as she said “I am Narita, Ali” friend

“Mam...” Ali was about to protest but his mother's right hand was raised hinting Ali to be quiet, eyes still fixed on me.

I really don't understand this situation, why Mama Ali looks at me like this. I was wrong with my own behavior.

“Mama is happy Ali is hanging out with the right friend” she said while fixing the position of my hijab on the slightly folded arm.

“Thank you” I said slowly because I felt awkward being treated like this. She had not cut off her gaze at all and I occasionally lowered my head, but when I raised my head and turned to her, it turned out that she was still looking at me with a smile that was always flashing.

“I love it, mommy bless!” mama Ali's speech is back in Arabic.

“Mam.” Ali was a little screaming. It seems like what his mother said just now made Ali shout to call his mother. I was still silent, stole a glance at the two and slowly grabbed my right hand glass juice on the table and sipped it up to the toilet, until it unconsciously made a sound.

Srroooott,,, srooottts

The two of them turned and looked at me with a sharp look. Duh why am I in such a stressful situation like this sie? What exactly are they talking about?

“Al, if you like it, mom agrees!” mama Ali turned to Ali with a gentle look.

“But he rejected me” Ali's face bowed lethargic.

“Whattt?” yelled mama Ali.

I who plonga plongo looked at them alternately who were talking in a language that I could not understand, was surprised when Ali's mother shouted. I want my heart to go and get out of here, but I can say yes…

“Narita, do you want to be a aunt's daughter-in-law? Ali's wife?”

“Whaattt!” hearing Mama Ali's question, I suddenly shouted.

Whataaa? Wife??? What does this mean???