Red Hooded Girl

141. Displaced dear 2

After the dawn prayer, it turns out I was done with Mama. His intention was to sleep again, even I was told to help do homework such as nyepu and mengepel because ART who works at home we were returning home. Mom was busy making breakfast. If Papa, don't know what else is going on in the room.

Although initially there was a sense of annoyance, but as a dutiful and self-reliant child, I still do my mother's edict is guided by all body soul, inner birth, and also keihklasan. I sweep no crap. Everything must be clean, lest I get a wife who brewokan because nyapu not clean. Ih, I'm horrified to see it.

While sweeping near my parents' room, I heard Papa talking. When I realized that Papa was alone in the room, I found out that Papa was talking on the phone with someone.

“Iya, Kang. God willing today my wife and I will be there all take Ardan.”

Wih, my name is mentioned. I would be a pinisirin dong, so I paste my ear into a young leaf uh door leaf that means, in order to hear clearly Papa chat with someone I don't know who, over the phone.

“Insyaallah Ardan is suitable for Siti. I'm sure Ardan is able to take care of Siti. And I am sure Siti is also able to lead Ardan to a straight path.”

Ih, the Papa. All this time I if the road is not straight what. I'm straight on the road, I swear!. There is no doubt about me if the road sideways kayak crab let alone zig zag. So, what does it mean that Papa says Ardan is suitable for Siti. Who the hell is Siti?

“Hopefully Ardan and Siti can match and we can be besanan.” Papa's voice sounded again.

Hearing Papa say that, I'm in shock. I think Siti is the name of the girl who wants to be betrothed to me. Instantly the shadow of his mother, my best friend Doni, just crossed my mind. Because the mother of this Doni is also called Siti, complete Siti Maimunah. After that replace the shadow of Anto's mother who passed on the head. Her mother is the plump Anto is also called Siti. Her full name is Siti Mariah Keri.

If this is the storyline, I want to run away. The time of Ardan who is handsome to ask for forgiveness is to be betrothed the same name Siti.

After eavesdropping on Papa's chat, I continued nyapu. This time it's careless. Let me if my wife brewokan later. Than I was betrothed to Siti.

“Udah finished nyapu mop it?” mama asked as I put the broom and the mopper in the corner. Exactly like I feel cornered by Papa's plan to match me with a woman named Siti

“Udah, Mah. Beres. Everything is clean,” answered me while wiping the sweat on the forehead with the back of the hand. I just sensed that nyapu mopping the whole house can make me soiled up this kind of memory. My sweat was seeping out from everywhere. From the bidat to the ass. From upper hair to lower hair.

“Now I want to take a shower, Mah,” I said again who was ready to move from where I stood.

“Ish, do not take a shower immediately, later panuan loh,” forbid women who have given birth to me into the world. “Now continue drying laundry yes. Well, the laundry is in the tub by the washing machine. Udah squeezed stay sun dried,” continued Mama without sin. It is not a sin of the mother if I tell it so. His name is also parent to child.

“Capek knows, Mah.” I feel Mama's word is like a rodi's work, complaining of spoiled.

“That man must cape, Ardan! You eat, sleep, sleep, and do it.” Mama's horns started to come out when she spoke so. “Past told to help work where Papa did not want to, he said he was still in college. While you are in college really, really long, busy courting mulu. I graduated, I don't want to work either. Not ready yet, want to rest a little!”

“Mama deliberately allowed Bi Darmi who wanted to marry her son to go home and rest for a long time. From today, I want you to help me with homework. Let your life be of no use.”

“Then I do homework. I'm Mama's boy. Not a virgin child," I said do not accept the words of Mama just now.

“Makanya Papa want to marry you ..” Suddenly, Papa came along. I was a little surprised because I didn't hear the sound of Papa's bedroom door opening.

“Well, Pah! Not mating.” My beautiful mother used Papa's words.

“Iya wedding. Papa wants to marry you with his son Papa's friend in the past,” explained Papa who successfully made me ketar-ketir.

“Not to be betrothed, Pah. About the soul mate, Ardan can find out for himself,” my mouth does not accept anymore.

“But you're not good at picking a partner. Papa does not know what kind of model of the women you are dating. If you are looking for a partner, especially for a wife, look for the right one. Not just beautiful, but also quality. Because she will be the mother of your children.”

Duh the Papa even lectures. I never once brought a woman home and introduced her to Mom and Dad. Because like I said, the girl who wants to be with me is not just one, but many. Because I am a young man who is social justice, so meningan I date everything right. Just a girlfriend, if for the serious is not there yet.

“Iya, And. If you find a wife who is a model like a mother. Udah beautiful, kind, friendly, not arrogant and likes to save,” timpal Mama. I just realized, narcissistic I'm a derivative of Mama apparently.

“Iya, yes,” my sahut let it settle quickly. Mending me to dry the laundry rather than get a spiritual flush early in the morning like this. I just lifted the tub filled with clothes that have been washed by Mama to the front porch of the house.

While hanging out I hummed ria singing my favorite song. “Then I'm embarrassed, eat red ants. The ones lining up at ding ding, looking at me dung dung dung ..”

As long as I was drying clothes, some girls were jogging in the morning, through my front house. Some of them say hello, some smile, some blatantly praise me. “Uh, ideal husband candidates.”

I don't want to praise them all. Simply put on a confident smile while blinking one of my eyes let them pause his heart.

Once I smile and wink, five charmed girls, two captivated widows, and one crooked ass, “Abang Ardan, ay lope yuuuu ..!”

Wew, my good looks are dangerous, pemirsahhh!!!