
"just riding the bike ma'am, understand that's all we've got," on the look on their faces, it looks like they're starting to get uncomfortable with the question from lastri.
"mother how? Who will serve food, mother herself will not allow Sulis to come out." I whispered my wife that she would let sulis serve a drink or food.
"yes, I told him to spit," my wife replied with a slightly bent face.
"eh sir tell nirma to come out, let her see her future father-in-law," Lastri called me when she was just about to stand up.
"yes, I will call you" I said as I walked towards the room of nirma.
Just about to knock on the door nirma had already opened it.
"what's wrong sir?" asked my daughter nirma to see me standing in front of her room.
"that's son! Mother calls you, you go inside for a moment, "I leave nirma without waiting for an answer from her.
In the kitchen I approached my bangs sitting at the table, it seemed like he had everything ready.
"son"
"uh sir, what's wrong?"
"please bring a drink and some cake ahead yes, but a little quickly pakde afraid you got angry with your buds out there."
He smiled as he poured the glass.
"no papa pakde, let's just say bude is advising sulis, siris,
I followed the sulis behind him with a cake while the sulis brought drinks.
I put the cake first and then in the afterlife behind me, one by one the glass he taru in front of guests, until the last glass wants to be placed but the movement stops because of bu fatma.
"What's your name, son?" ask bu fatma his gaze can not be separated from sulis.
"sulis mom,! I'm sorry to go inside first" replied sulis After saying his name he immediately entered without caring about the gaze of fatma bu and aksan sir.
"mayo ma'am sir please taste the cake first while waiting for your son to come," I said trying to dilute the atmosphere.
As I clasped, the sound of public transportation stopped in front, I walked towards the door, sure enough that tiyas and his sister came down from the angkot.
I know him because I did meet, while nirma or my wife only saw tiyas through photos.
I saw Tiyas sitting in a wheelchair as Bu fatma said if the tiyas were paralyzed
Actually it doesn't matter to me, as long as the child is well, then I will accept it with open arms, but I don't know the opinion of my son and wife, hopefully they don't scoff at the lack of tiyas.
"Assalamu'alaikum" the voice of tiyas and his sister surprised me, because I was indeed standing at the door.
"Walaikumsalam" replied the people inside making me ashamed for not saying hello.
"let's go in. everyone is waiting, sorry you were daydreaming and did not see the guests were in sight," I said to let them in.
"Yes no papa sir" he answered walking past me
Just now they were sitting my wife had thrown them a little question.
"what kind of work is this son of tiyas,?"
"i was paralyzed mom so I did not work, for the needs of the family on the responsibility of my sister, I used to work in the office, but because of my intelligence I was forced to worry because of my condition like this."
"what's not working? Then if you are married like my spending money" nirma who has since looked embarrassed, it makes me surprised.
"why sir,? Would you still agree if nirma married a poor man like him," said lastri pointing to the tiyas without caring about their parents.
"ma'am as long as he's a good boy you'll agree."
"and you are nirma,! What kind of man are you looking for? What men can give luxury but have no faith at all,
"sorry for the lack of our child, we also know ourselves if our son does not deserve to be made a son-in-law, but at least do not make us ashamed, he said, all residents in the village already know if our son will get married, if canceled how about our son"
I threw my body on the couch, right what Mom said, they will bear the shame if this matchmaking is canceled, even the people there know who will marry with tiyas.
I rubbed my face violently and turned to look at my daughter and wife.
"why do you see your mother like that"
"mom please don't cancel this match, think also of their family's good name"
"no sir? How can nirma get a husband like him, already disabled poor anyway, hu.want to eat what my son if he be his wife"
lastri increasingly unable to control his speech, I turned to the nirma of my daughter, hopefully she is not as thoughtful as her mother.
"son?"
"no sir? Nirma also did not agree to marry him, did not want me to live with a paralyzed man like him, which there will only trouble me."
I saw Tiyas pushing his chair, like he was going to come out.
"where are you going?" I asked her to see that she seemed uncomfortable with the word nirma.
"sorry sir I know enough myself, which woman wants to spend time with me, look at my situation sir, I can't even leave this wheelchair, I can't, if I get married how do I support my father's son."
I rubbed his head, I couldn't bear to see him humbled either.
"wait a moment here, let me talk to your son, mother fatma and Pak Akzan please stay here, too,"
I looked at my wife and son once again, as if they were not going to continue this match.
"mom, nirma, do you really not want to continue this matchmaking" I asked them.
"what do you think, sir,? had not mother and nirma explained their rejection,"
I took a deep breath and then I exhaled again.
"or tell me to pick up the father who changed nirma, I'm sure he will not refuse the father's request"
"how can you do that to your cousin's sister" I said not to accept if sulis had to replace nirma.
He would have been sadder if I had asked him to close my good name.
"really nirma sir,? Just ask him to replace nirma as his bride, if he refuses the father will certainly be spoiled, so you should talk to him and let him marry tiyas."
God what else is this, should I do this.
With a heavy heart I asked first with the male side whether he agreed if the bride was replaced by sulis, my daughter who I look after the most
To me he's not just my ponakan, but he's like my own son.
"how sir? my daughter nirma refused to marry tiyas and I as a parent apologized for that, but if father and mother and son tiyas agreed, I'll ask you to replace my daughter"