The Charm of Mas Jaka

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The small debate in a joglo-shaped house typical of Java owned by the Village Chief continues. The father who is the number one important figure in the village, sounded insistent with his stance.

The old man disapproves of the princess' desire to be in a relationship with a young man who comes from a modest family, an ordinary young man of Pak Kades's choice, like Jaka.

While the princess continued to sulk with tears. Hoping, the father withered with his tears.

"You're a candidate doctor, Nduk. Mosok, seneng karo cah angon wedus!" tease the father

"Mas Jaka is indeed a sheepherder, Dad, but Dara loves him," said Dara with a clear feather that kept falling, wetting the white cheeks of the girl.

"No, Dara! You will later have to marry Bambang his son Carik Margono, he has just been appointed as PNS and is more worthy of you!" exclaim Mr. Kades.

"Dara does not want to be betrothed to Mas Bambang, Dad. He's a playboy cap lizard, his chicks are everywhere!" push Dara still with a sob.

"That's just a rumor that was deliberately spread by people whose daughters were rejected by Bambang, Dara. Bambang is a good son, I know very well Bambang's childhood," defended the father.

"Just Dara doesn't want to, Dad. If you don't allow Dara to be in a relationship with Mas Jaka, it's better that Dara doesn't marry forever!" dara Ancam. The round-eyed girl with pliable eyelashes immediately ran over, entering the room.

Mr. Kades could only shake his head in the face of the stubbornness of the princess, who felt very similar to him.

"Tho already, sir. Mbok yes do not be hard on our children," persuaded the wife who approached Mr. Kades, while bringing a cup of bitter black coffee favorite of her husband.

"Actually, the mother does not matter, sir, if our child is in a relationship with his son Pak Karyo," said Ms. Rosma, Mr. Kades' wife, after the graceful woman sat down beside the husband who was bending his face held in anger.

"To know the mother, besides being good and diligent, Jaka's son is also smart. After graduating from school with Dara yesterday, he continued to study at Pondok Pesantren in East Java," continued Bu Rosma.

"He's a santri, sir. Nowadays, it is difficult to find young people who really want to study religion well like Jaka," he added, praising Jaka.

"Mom, Mr. Karyo is only a farm worker and his wife is also just a masseuse! Lha, we want to be with people like them, Mom!" ketus Pak Kades, who degrades the work of Jaka's parents.

"Sak pinter-pintere santri, 'kan yo luwih pinter student tho, ma'am?" asked Mr. Kades, underestimating the predicate of a santri.

Miss Rosmah could only sigh deeply. Her husband does have a hard disposition and it goes down to Dara, his only daughter.

'Dad and son, same thing! Both of them, are stubborn!' grumbled Miss Rosmah in heart.

"Anyway, I have to persuade Dara to marry Bambang! Their future will be bright, ma'am. Bambang's parents are rich and Bambang himself, now has become PNS in the district," said Mr. Kades to his wife.

"Sorry, Sir. During this time, you never involve your mother in making every decision. And for the Dara problem if you still want to match our child with Bambang, please you yourself who persuaded Dara. I don't want to follow along," refused Miss Rosmah who immediately moved.

The forty-five-year-old woman, who looked young, left her husband gawking because she had courage to refuse the husband's orders.

Ms. Rosmah was tired because all this time could only be silent and according to the orders of her husband, the middle-aged man who was notoriously fierce and stubborn.

'Since when, Rosmah dared to refuse my orders?' mister Kades wondered, the man's thick-bodied forehead shriveled deeply.

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While in Dara's room, the big-nosed girl cried shed all her frustration and disappointment towards the father's attitude.

'Why do dads always judge someone by their outward appearance, anyway? Can't you see, what is the daily attitude of Mas Jaka who is polite?' dara asked herself, she really doesn't know the father's way of thinking.

The petite girl whose height was only limited to Jaka's chest was staring out the window of the room, her eyes looking far away. Dara's heart became restless and troubled due to her small debate with her father just now.

The father, not only did not approve of Dara's relationship with Jaka, but also demeaned the young man he loved by using Jaka as a sheepherder.

'What's wrong if Mas Jaka helps his parents shepherding sheep? Why should he be humbled just for doing that job?' Dara monologues in silence.

Dara's memory suddenly focused on the past two years, when Dara and Jaka were still both sitting in school, before the final exam.

Jaka is a diligent young man and always helps his parents. If the school holidays, Jaka is not ashamed to replace the father shepherding sheep owned by his family.

"Neng Dara is not ashamed, the road with me?" asked Jaka one afternoon when Dara accidentally found the young man who was tall in a field, which was covered with green grass.

Apparently, the hijab girl Pak Kades' daughter just revealed her heart to Jaka.

Seen, Jaka's sheep are left to roam the field, eating grass that thrives very greedily.

Dara nodded, smiling sweetly. "Why should Dara be ashamed, Mas?" tanya Darabalik, who immediately called Jaka with the title mas after successfully revealing his heart.

"Mas Jaka is a good young man, unless Mas Jaka is a delinquent then Dara will be ashamed of the same path Mas Jaka," explained Dara who praised Jaka.

Jaka smiled miris. "But I'm from a simple family, Neng. Neng Dara's parents will definitely not approve if I am in a relationship with Neng Dara," said Jaka who felt inferior because Dara is the only daughter of Mr. Kades.

Dara shakes. "Dara will fight for Mas Jaka" said Dara earnestly, staring at the dimpled young man deeply.

"Origin, Mas Jaka also wants to fight for the future for both of us" he added, hopeful.

Jaka nodded for sure. "Mas will try, Neng," replied Jaka who called himself mas, after he was convinced by Dara's feelings.

Jaka then grasped the hand of Dara, the ayu girl he had long liked in silence while smiling sweetly. It makes Dara's heart flower.

The sound of knocking on the door from outside his room, unraveling Dara's daydream.

"Between, Nduk. Open door!" The father's baritone voice was heard clearly entering Dara's room, through the crevices of teak doors.

"Outside there's a guest looking for you, Dara. Get out!" the father's word, which made Dara frown.

"Guests to Dara, who?"

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