My Mr's. Virgin

Chapter LXXVI

Low noise the sound of children playing, the sound of goats bleating, and pigs wheezing enough to constrict the ears. Some relatives from both sides of the family are cooking rice, cutting vegetables, some are making various types of cakes such as bread, cakes, donuts, jawada or hair cake, cucur and so on.

Some young people with Abang Budi and Fendi while setting up a tent, behind the kitchen some mothers and girls are making jawada. They invited Mariana to come closer, then gave her a piece of cake.

"This twelve dozen plate has Rin's mother, twelve dozen glasses, and twelve tablespoons as well" she said, counting the number of kitchen utensils borrowed for her wedding.

Cauldrons, boilers (large pots used to cook rice). Mariana was only paying attention to their activities. He also helped, such as washing dishes, cutting vegetables and so on.

"Mama!" Brother Budi came to approach mama. "Prepare drinks for the youth who make tents and those there!" He pointed to a group of young men who were slaughtering pigs. "They haven't had a drink yet" he continued.

Mariana continued to stand, helping to provide the drink. She called a girl to help her bring her bread and cucur that had been prepared in a dish. Giving drinks in the form of coffee and tea to one after another.

Seeing Mariana serving drinks to them, some people began to tease the girl."

"Amboi, our girl is tomorrow so regardless of the curse of the spinster, e!"

"That bill. I didn't think he was doing it either." The others don't want to lose.

Mariana's face flushed. "Eh, Brother Tedi. I've done this, brother when is it?" The others chuckled at Mariana's question.

"He's gonna do it. It's old, who wants to?" The man next to Brother Tedi made a sound. As a result, his head was knocked by Kak Tedi.

Mariana did not want to serve their jokes anymore. He then passed from there. Various issues directed at him. There are also those who pray for their happiness.

Mariana looked around the house, the atmosphere was boisterous and laughter everywhere, and as joy filled the recesses, longing for joy suddenly visited her soul. She stared at the blue sky, the white clouds were marching, so beautiful was mesmerizing. The face of the father (father) is painted there, smiling at him.

Eyes closed, the clear details fell down on his cheeks without being asked. The sister's face was also reflected in the eyes. They had their conversation yesterday. Agus is busy taking care of the thesis. Lots of tasks he said. Agus was also busy doing part-time work. So, he could not attend on his wedding day even though he had been persuaded many times.

The pats on his back scattered his daydream. Hendra stood before him full of worry. He was tired of looking for that girl. Since the morning was not visible stem nose, making Hendra more worried.

"Go to sleep! Your eye bags can already fill ten kilos of rice."

"It's okay, Darling. I'm fine."

"Don't say it's okay! You stayed up for a few days now, look at your face as curved as a granny's" said Hendra as he pulled his hand.

He's really tired. In a few days he didn't get enough sleep. Fun to stay up late to take care of the marriage aided by his cousin's brothers. Andreas' family from Larantuka also arrived early. Those who are younger and are good at making cakes, stay up until dawn.

Mariana followed Hendra's steps, which led her towards her mother's bedroom.

"Rest here, or will I bring you some food? You haven't had an appetite yesterday." Hendra slowly rejects Mariana's body, forcing her to lie down.

"I'm going to sleep first."

"Okay, rest! I'll wake you later, if anyone's looking." Mariana nodded. Slowly close his eyes. It didn't take long, he was asleep in a dream. Hendra covered the girl's body before passing from the room.

...***...

Popular songs, regional songs and various other types of music, have begun to be played by DJs from tents whose covers use tarps.

The atmosphere in my home is getting louder. Guests began to arrive, especially women. No matter whether old or young, bring a tray containing rice, coffee, sugar. This has become a Lamaholot tradition, if there are families who make death, marriage, first communion and other celebrations. My mom's house is getting narrow. It appears that grandma was sitting on the para-para in the kitchen receiving the tray that was proffered to her.

"This belongs to Miss Sinta, her daughter-in-law Marta," said Peni pounding Granny Barek, while handing over the tray.

Grandma Barek separated the contents of the tray. Rice is put in a basket woven from the lontar leaves, while the sugar and coffee packets are inserted into the sack.

"Opu and Blake want to come from a family of mama and father (father). With the kumpo kao," said Tari.

"Where are you and Ana?"

"Mama and Tata Ana have gone to take a shower. Grandma took a shower."

Grandma Barek came down, followed Tari who led her to the house of Om Mias, because at home mama too many people, let alone some people are waiting their turn to bathe. Each house in the village only provides one bathroom, so, if there is an event like this, the houses of neighbors and relatives are used as temporary lodging.

However, they had not left the yard, Tanta Siska, the next door neighbor called them.

"Ua, just take a shower at home. There are no people at home" said Tanta Siska, approaching them.

"OK, so there's no need to go to your house. Far."

Dance nodded. "Grandma go first, I'll get you a shirt."

The Larantuka

Om Sipri's house is so boisterous. Several brothers from the extended family of Grandma Esi who lived in Larantuka were gathered there. Ready for Pinang Inter-Series event. The goods have been prepared. Some parents were checking the goods. Andreas was also seen there. Thumping feelings.

Elsewhere

His old face was softly luminous, sitting staring at the sky of the orange city of Reinha. Much he ponder. He occasionally glanced at the son-in-law who was bribing his favorite grandson. The wedding invitation card placed on the table glimpsed at a glance, reflected Mariana's face in the eye sockets.

"I didn't think the boy would actually get married tomorrow" he murmured.

The shadow of the past flashed through his mind. How selfish he used to be, who liked to interfere in the affairs of his son's romance. He's not guilty. Every mother wants the best for her child. For her, Mariana was not the right woman for Daniel. However, since their separation, his beloved son never smiled again.

Guilt haunted his feelings. Especially lately, there has been wind news about Novi increasingly spreading like an infectious disease. Not right, not sure. Want to believe the news of the wind, but not even seen Novi's lameness. However, there is no way a tree can sway without wind. Where else does smoke come from if there is no fire?

'There must be something hidden by Novi. The human heart is difficult to penetrate, ' his mind.

"Novi, where's Daniel?" ask Mother Dita.

"I don't know" replied Novi.

"Ai, you're his wife, but don't know which man you're going to?" Mother Dita's voice was slightly raised.

Novi. However, in his heart of throbbing, 'name alone be husband, I am only wife on paper.'

Seeing Novi speechless, Mother Dita was only able to shake her head.

The Beachfront

Seagulls fly low above sea level. Chortled as several fish appeared above the surface. Once poked, a fish flounders in its beak. Kenyang. He flew away again leaving someone sitting on the shore.

Daniel sat down on a ceper stone, leaning against the trunk of an acid tree, enjoying the twilight that was almost anchored. His eyes closed, letting a puff of sea bosom slap his face.

'Let's break up'. The words came back to his ears. It had been three years, but, it felt like only yesterday they had separated. Her memories with Mariana were still fresh in her memory. Laughter, spoiled petulance that girl will never forget. So difficult for him to accept the fact, that the flowers are planted, blooming in the vase of people. Maybe it was fate. Whatever the power, the self is just an ordinary person.

Carvings of their names are still beautifully painted on the stone ceper. He rubbed the surface of the stone.

"Ana, good luck!"