Occasions

CHAPTER 13 | I Will Watch You

“Be careful driving the car? Don't speed!” father message.

“You also do not sleep during the trip, Temenin Reza. Note also eating snacks during the trip,” babble mother.

“Yes, you don't sleep! Temenin. This is the most if slow one hour and a half has reached Jakarta.” Dad's getting chatty.

“Ah, Dad, this whole thing is ten o'clock, the streets must be quiet, and definitely one hour until.” Mother added.

Me and Reza just chuckled amusedly at the sight of my two noisy parents, but we both just casually responded to them. After all, the distance between Jakarta-Bogor is not very far which requires hours of being trapped in a car.

But that was how my parents were. They are possessive and aggressive. Sometimes I'm embarrassed to introduce a man close to me to them. I feel doubtful, not because both my parents are judes or angry, but because of their attitude that passed the slang. Therefore, it could be counted by the finger, how many men I had introduced with the two of them. One of them is Reza. The last man I was close to at the time.

I also remember when in my parents' second home, my mother always asked me to serve Reza's stomach. From morning drinking to sleeping drinking.

Yes, from preparing hot tea for his breakfast friend, cooking for his lunch, to preparing his dinner. Similarly, a snack and a cup of coffee for him while playing chess with his father during the day. Or fishing in the afternoon. I served her like a wife, but I did not serve her for bed.

“You are suitable if you are a wife,” chirps Reza when I deliver a cup of coffee for her and for dad when they fish in the lake behind the house, complete with a plate of fried cassava, his favorite.

I pursed my mouth, mocking her who did not usually say sweet. “Dih, whose wife? Ye? Ogah be your wife, eat liver every day!” my tease.

My words suddenly made my father laugh out loud, which was also followed by his laughter. I don't usually see you laughing that way, just because you heard my conversation with Reza.

“Who would not dare to marry? I'm just more selective, married once in a lifetime. I don't want to mess around,” I said in the end.

“Everyone who is married, the intention must be serious, no one messing around.” Reza answered again.

“Well, it knows. If you are married, why do you still want to play games? Loss.”

“Already.... already. You better think about your work, think about saving for the future, think about things that are more rational. Later if you are still in a fuss, let the father marry you all.” Slowly my father said, making Reza who was sipping hot coffee choked for a moment. Batman's trap! Dad chuckled amusedly at her reaction.

While I can only shake my head to hear the joke of a father who was very crisp at that time. I quickly tried not to take heart from Reza's earlier remark, then went back inside the house, leaving father alone with her.

Unlike the mother who always wondered about the Reza family background. What's his parents' name? Work where? How many brothers, and many other things he asked, were like civil registry employees. Everyone asked for details.

If so, how can you not be ashamed to have both parents like them? Sometimes they, as my parents, used to be rational, and could also think irrationally, all based on the heart.

And I remember very well the last time I went home one year ago, when I was still with him in an unclear relationship.

A very complicated relationship in my opinion.

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