Replacement Ribs

24. Heartbroken

Baraka stared at the ring he had just bought. He even had to wait a week while ordering the ring. And when the ring was already in her hands, she had to accept the fact that Kirana already belonged to someone else. The struggle has not even begun, he must ditch his hopes to propose his girl.

He put the ring back in the box when his mother came and sat down next to him.

"So when do you want to take Umi to Kirana's house?" Her mother's question was like salt water splashed on her wound.

He didn't want to tell the truth about Kirana. Her mother's expectations of Kirana were probably much greater than her own. Since he was still in high school, Kirana was the one who was predicted to become his son-in-law.

"What are you waiting for? Your income is enough to support your wife's children. You're all grown up, too."

Baraka smiled miris. Lamenting his fate that people have just stabbed.

"Kirana's married, Mi." The clean answer of course makes the mother surprised.

"where possible. Every college student met Kirana's mother. She never said Kirana was married. If he gets married, when and with whom? The villagers here no one ever knew. Wait, Umi has to ask Kirana's mother this." The veiled woman moved from beside her son.

"For what, Mi?"

"Yes to find out the truth. Ms. Restu herself once said that she would bless you and Kirana. Why did she marry her daughter to someone else?"

"What do you mean, Mi?"

Baraka never knew. What talks have been discussed between the two mothers. Although she knew her mother liked Kirana but never expected if it turned out that there were many things that they had talked about behind her. It was not impossible if Kirana also had known about the feelings she harbored.

But Baraka is now thinking about the relationship between the two families which has been very good. He was worried that his heart problems would trigger a rift because his mother felt played with.

"Already, Mi. Maybe we're not fools."

Umi Syarif is grunting. "Umi said it before. If you are not ready to get married, tie it up. No man comes to Kirana. Is it going to be?"

"Astaghfirullah's. There is this Umi. Is the goat tied up?"

"Yes that is. At least there was talk with the parents. Kirana is beautiful, she is also an independent woman. There must be a lot of guys who have a crush on him. Try if you're going to look at Umi."

His mother's words were not entirely true.physically, Kirana did not stand out too much. Her face is beautiful in general. When compared to Syifa, Kirana's best friend was much prettier.

But looking at Kirana's face will never get bored. His smile seemed to be an opium. The woman's laughter makes anyone who hears longs to hear it again. Kirana never looked sad. Smile like it never leaves his face. His attitude is friendly to anyone. One thing that amazed Baraka, Kirana really liked children. It makes the little boy with her feel comfortable. Such a figure was what Baraka expected to be the mother of his children.

Although many people say Kirana is spoiled, but in fact she has been able to pioneer the business since she was in college. That is what makes Baraka inferior. She did not dare to go to Kirana's parents while her income was no better than that of the woman. Although in the end it ended up disappointed.

"Yes, the ring is for Umi."

Baraka also gave the box that he had been holding to his mother.

"Pakein dong, Umi's most handsome boy!"

Baraka sighed slowly. But also open the box. Then pinned a ring that is a little narrow in the ring finger of his mother.

Seeing the smile on his loved ones face, a thin arch appeared on Baraka's lips. She never bought jewelry for her mother. And the ring that was originally for Kirana turned out to be liked by her mother. Many times the woman praised the ring on her finger while smiling. Though according to Baraka the model is ordinary because when ordering it, he only according to what the gold shop SPG said.

"Well, it's okay if you're not a match yet. Now accompany me to the gold shop."

Baraka's forehead frowned. "Gold shop? Want to buy some more jewelry?"

"Yes. Change your clothes. Wear the same batik pants that you bought yesterday."

Baraka increasingly did not understand his mother's intentions. Want to go to the gold shop what do you want?

But the knock on the door of his room was a sign that his mother could not wait. He also took material pants from the closet and also a long batik shirt that since a few days ago became the new occupant of his closet.

Riding his car, Baraka and his mother went to a cloth shop. The weather is very hot even though the sun has started to lean west. Baraka could not bear if he had to drive his mother on a motorcycle. Moreover, the gamis used by Umi Syarif like people want condangan.

"There's an invitation?" Baraka wanted to settle the curiosity that lingered in his head.

"No. Just going to the gold shop."

Baraka no longer asked. The gold shop was already ahead. He also found a place to park.

With his mother's hand, Baraka went into the same store where he bought the ring. Let her mother choose as she pleases the desired jewelry. While he sat waiting in the chair. This is not the first time she has taken her mother shopping. Baraka knew very well if he had chosen the goods, his mother seemed to forget time.

But this time the habit did not happen. No more than half an hour, his mother called Baraka. Ask for her response regarding the jewelry she chooses. Not just a ring, but a set of jewelry. Not wanting to spend any longer in the store, a good word was enough to make her mother smile with satisfaction at her choice. Then asked Baraka to pay for the jewelry.

His mother again behaved strangely by asking Baraka to drive to the cake shop. Though the cakes are taken, his mother can certainly make it herself. It doesn't taste any less good either.

"What are you buying this much cake for? We're just two."

"You are given people."

The man's lips were also round. Then he drove the car back to the fruit shop. On his mother's instructions, of course. One large parcel of fruit that has been so entered back into the trunk. Finally Baraka breathed a sigh of relief. There was no longer a purpose for her mother to shop. He turned his car back to go home.

"Then the SD fork turns right, yes!" his mother said when they would soon be home.

"Where are you going, Mi?"

"Just follow what Umi said."

Baraka also drove a car following his mother's direction. He stopped in front of an iron house.

"Remain here, Mi?" tanya Baraka was curious.

"Umi wants to propose to her daughter Bu Anwar," replied Umi Syarif while tidying up her veil.

"For?"

"Yes for you. Umi's son is just you." His mother's answer left Baraka flabbergasted.

"Mi, don't be weird, deh. Play lamar-lamar aja."

"Just sort it out. You have to move on. Don't be cluttered by your feelings."

"Yes but can't rush this dong, Mi."

"Sat sets! Later go to the room of another person."

Baraka threw his back against the back of the chair. He knew what his mother meant well. But he's not ready if he has to be this fast.

And that house owner's daughter, my God! why did she choose her mother to be her daughter-in-law?

"Come, Raka!"

Baraka steps gontai following the steps of his mother taking a parcel for the host in the trunk of his car.