Not a Running Married

Go home

The village. Santi only realized that if Sasa was not seen in the house all day, even in the afternoon, he did not see Sasa anywhere. The woman immediately asked the husband who had just returned from the field.

“Pak, Sasa ga follow you to the field?” ask Santi.

“No,” replied Abdullah. The man did not immediately say if Sasa went to the city.

“But where is he going? At home there is nothing,” said Santi so anxious.

The woman enters the house to look for her cell phone, while Abdullah chooses to go to her room and take a shower so that Santi does not ask her when he finds out the truth.

“Where are you? This afternoon not home!” Santi immediately gushed Sasa with a question when his daughter had already answered his call.

“In the city, I want the cooperation of Joya,” replied Sasa from across the call.

“What?” Santi was so emotional that his chest was seen going up and down knowing his daughter was going to town.

“Go home now!” santi's orders.

“No want! Joya has given me a job, I want to work here. I also do not want to be betrothed, if you go home, I will definitely force me to get married!” reject Sasa from across the call.

“Nisa! You want to defy!” Santi looks so emotional, even his eyeballs are now perfectly rounded. “What is it because the young man of the city influenced you, so you fought mommy?” Santi's voice sounded blaring.

“Don't blame Rion, he's not wrong. Everything I did was because of Mom who kept restraining and forcing me to betroth. Anyway I want to work first, do not want to think arranged.”

Santi was very surprised by Sasa's words. More surprised because the girl ended her call.

“Nisa!” santi screamed emotion until her blood pressure rose because she knew her daughter was running away from home.

**

Next day. Sasa is in the same car as Kenzo and Joya, he has been accepted to work at Joya's company and is now leaving with the two men.

“Yakin and ready to work?” ask Kenzo to Sasa. He glanced at Joya's cousin from the reflection of the rearview mirror in the middle.

“Anything, Mas. If only being a cleaner is easy. At home also often,” replied Sasa, although he only worked as a cleaning service but Sasa did not feel embarrassed. He is self-aware with the degree he has.

“Good, I hope you can work well,” said Kenzo.

“Have you told Rion?” ask Joya to Sasa.

“Already, he said it's okay as long as I want,” replied Sasa with a smile full of happiness.

Joya nodded, feeling happy because both Rion and Sasa were willing to accept the status as well as what they had with each other.

“But he said take a day off, I don't know where he's going,” said Sasa later, sad that Rion said he would take two or three days off.

“Libur?” Joya turned to Sasa before turning to look at Kenzo.

Sasa then kept quiet, although Rion said he would take a day off suddenly, but Sasa did not want to think badly of the young man. He believed in Rion, because the young man asked himself to wait.

**

Rion turned out to go home to his parents after so many years not coming home at all. The young man stood in front of an iron fence that was not too high, the fence paint had partly peeled off, the yard was not too wide but looked neatly arranged. He looked at the building in front of him, the old building nuanced old Dutch house style.

Rion let out a long sigh, looking hesitant to enter the courtyard he had not visited for nearly seven years.

“Mas Rion?” A middle-aged woman appeared behind Rion, watching the young man to ascertain if it was Rion.

Rion turned his head, until slightly surprised to see who had been looking at him.

“Iya, Mbok.” Rion smiled awkwardly as he looked at the woman. A woman who has been with her family for years and used to take care of herself as a child.

“Ya Gusti, finally Mas Rion home.” The woman was crying hysterically, even directly hugging Rion.

Rion sighed softly, then returned the middle-aged woman's embrace.

“Mbok kangen with you, Mas. Mom is also missing. Why just came home?” The woman took off a hug, felt the young man's face as if he could not believe that the young man he had cared for and guarded had returned home after so many years.

Rion was speechless, only choosing to be silent and stare at the woman crying.

“Bu! Mas Rion home!” yelled the woman.

Rion gasped when he heard the woman scream, as if he wanted to run but was confused where to go.

“Mbok, don't shout! Later if you hear how?” rion asked confusedly.

Although he knew that maybe his father would not accept his return there, but somehow Rion really wanted to go home.

“Yes, let them know you're home, Mas,” replied the woman casually. He even directly embraced Rion's arm to invite in.

“Mbok, I'm really not ready to meet Mr.” said Rion while holding back that woman did not invite him in.

The middle-aged woman frowned, before then turning to her master's son.

“Well, keep Mas Rion home for what? Just look at home, do you?” the woman asked as she looked at the anxious and panicked Rion.

“It's not so, Mbok. I'm just not ready to meet Mr.”

When the two were arguing about Rion not going home, it turned out that from inside the house came out a middle-aged woman in her almost sixties. The woman looked at Rion who was in front of the gate, until her eyeballs glazed as she realized who was there.

However, just as the woman was about to step up to approach, a man who was none other than the husband stepped in first, carrying a stick in his hand and walking quickly towards the gate of his house.

“Bolder boy! Why are you home?” The man's voice was so loud, the sturdy and dashing man brandished the stick held towards Rion.