Son-in-law for Mom

Refusal

"Did you give him your phone number and your village address?"

"Yes, Mas Deva wants to know the atmosphere there," said the girl.

The man behind the wheel nodded and muttered something Safira did not know.

The car was headed towards Safira village. Back to the silence. Every now and then Alva glanced at the girl next to him then refocused on driving.

"You go to sleep, when I get up" suggested Alva when she saw Safira leaning her head against the chair. The girl closed her eyes.

***

Rustic aroma welcomes the sense of smell of Alva. As far as the eye can see the rice fields green like a rug that is held.

Although the sun is directly above the head, but the cool atmosphere still enveloped. The man almost never visited his eyes when he was alive.

The reason for being lazy and slovenly hearing the word village, making himself could only be counted with the finger going to this place. The man seemed to be enjoying. In view of Safira who was still closed, he muttered, "so wonder the same girl when she slept .. so good."

Passing a few turns, soon they arrived at a big house with joglo architecture. The house looks striking, different from the other houses. A spacious yard with a large fish pond and mango trees also star fruit as if welcoming their arrival. Each of these trees bear fruit.

Two men came out to approach them. The two are a married couple who are deliberately hired by Bu Santi to wait for the house.

"Good day, Mas Alva," greeted the middle-aged man with a friendly face. Alva nodded her head smiling.

"Safira, wake. It's over, nih!" He looked to the side. It turns out that the girl no longer exists. He had been chatting with his father's wife who greeted him. The man smiled realizing that the girl had been in his 'world'.

Alva got down from the car following the steps of the man in front of her.

"Please, Mas. This is also Mas Alva's home. Yes, my wife cooked lunch. Does Mas Alva want lunch now?" bargained for.

"Eum ...."

"Mas Alva when are you coming back to town? This is Mas Deva's phone. He said he'll be there soon." Safira came with a glowing face.

Alva fell silent, he turned his face to the girl. His face turned cold.

"I'm home now!" He shuffled quickly and said goodbye to the couple beside Sapphira, then left.

"Mas Al! Wait, Mas Al!" Safira followed Alva with half a run. The girl was astonished to see the man's attitude. However, his efforts were in vain, Alva continued to walk until he entered the car as if he had not heard Safira's call.

"Mas Al! Please open the window for a moment!" The girl knocked on the car window.

"What else? It has arrived. I'm going back." He opened a little window.

"It's not so, Mom. But ...."

"But what?"

"But I'm here, aren't you eating first?" she shrieked with eyes not wanting to return Alva's gaze. The man shook his head, he again closed the window glass and then he slid off leaving Sapphira who was still sculpting.

Alva's car disappeared from view as her shoulder was patted gently by someone. Sapphira's eyes were rounded with widened lips when she turned her head.

"Mas Deva?" he cried in disbelief.

The man nodded with a smile.

"Why? Shocked?" He asked while lowering the backpack on his back.

"Mas alone?"

"Who do you want me to be? One complex person?" just laughing. Safira laughed at the man's words.

"We eat first, Mas. Come inside!" he was greeted with a nod.

***

The face of Safira when calling the name Deva dancing in the pelupuk. The man did not understand why he suddenly felt arrogant to see the closeness of the girl with another man. Either it's Tyo the big brother, or Deva the friend.

The man gasped when he almost hit a cat crossing.

"Shit!"

He pulled over and hit the steering wheel many times as if he was angry. Alva scoops the air deep, then throws rough. The man rested his head, after turning off the car engine. The shadow of Safira's smile changed with a flash of Luna's face.

"Damn! What's wrong with me?" his murmur closed his eyes. The face of the mother who wanted her to marry the girl, while she did not want it at all.

Shaking her cell phone made Alva stop the daydream.

"Yes, Mom?"

"___"

"What's? Mean mother?"

"___"

Rushing he put the phone on the dashboard then restarted the car and drove home. His mother's words on the phone made him uneasy. Along the way repeatedly he let out a rough breath. Sometimes he sounds upset.

The thought of the girl he lived in the village came back dancing. Unable to continue to be haunted he tried to contact Safira.

"Safira, Deva is still there?"

"___"

"It's okay. Eum, take care of yourself!"

Click, phone call he ended. Alva raised the speed of his car, as if he could not wait to meet his mother and say something.

***

Towards dusk Deva and Sapphira sat on the veranda of the house. Staring at the green expanse of freshly planted rice under the orange sky.

"You're right, Safira. Your village is beautiful, it deserves you always miss it." Deva said as she looked up at the sky. Safira smiled.

"Especially the atmosphere of the morning, when the birds wake us up, the fresh aroma and rows of villagers leave for the rice fields ...it is also very beautiful!"

"Like you ..." Deva turned next to him. The girl's face was blushing and then looked embarrassed.

"Mas Deva, uh!" the protest covered his face. The man beside her laughed looking at Safira in embarrassment.

"Saffira."

"Yes, Mom?"

"You love Alva?"

The girl paused for a moment and said, "let me love her, I'm not sure she can love me. Anyway I've talked to mom to foil the plan to get us married."

Deva nodded in understanding.

"Aren't you trying to make her fall in love?" The man asked back. Safira.

"For me, love can't be forced, Mas" she smiled.

Maghrib chants were heard from a surau not far from the late Eyang Fatima residence. By Mr. Sholeh - the waiter of the house - Deva invited to pray congregation there.

***

Alva had just arrived home just as Azan was echoing. Feeling tired after a day in the vehicle makes it look messy even though it does not reduce the good looks. The man rushed into the house, heading straight for the room.

Thirty minutes passed, Alva looked fresh down then joined at the dining table. There was already Tyo, mother also Pak Yuda was waiting for him.

"We eat first, just continue the conversation earlier," said Miss Santi who in amini all family members.

"Mom, explain what mom said on the phone earlier," Alva was impatient. The mother had just finished her dinner glancing at Pak Yuda, her husband.

"Let me explain" he said.

Alva looked at her father with curiosity.

"As I heard on the phone. We finally agreed to cancel your marriage with Sapphira," explained Mr. Yuda calmly.

Alva froze hearing the father's words. Although he already knew from the phone earlier, but still felt like hearing more explanations.

"How, Alva? Is that what you want?" His mother looked at him with a smile. The man still stared at the empty glass of water in front of him.

"Ta_ but why, Mom?

Tyo smiled looking at the expression of his sister.

"Why? Aren't you the one who wanted this to happen? Isn't Luna your lover?" welcome Miss Santi.

"We just don't want Safira to get hurt. We really want him to live a happy life, because we love the girl," continued Mr. Yuda staring at his son.

Alva glanced at Tyo as if asking for an explanation. The older brother just shrugged his shoulders in response to his sister's gaze.

"So you and Sapphira, there is no bond at this time. Let Sapphira choose her soul mate later. So do you, Alva." His mother smiled at the son. The woman got up from her seat and left the room.

"Ehm, so can I, deketin Safira?" kelakar Tyo to both parents.

"Maybe, he will stay or not" replied Mr. Yuda following the steps of the wife.

Tyo glanced at Alva, his sister still seeming to be in disbelief at what just happened. There were various feelings raging in his head. The man patted Alva on the shoulder and left the sister alone.