The Charm of Mas Jaka

Sound of Door Banging

"The ticket has been registered in the name of Jaka and Father," continued Jaka, who made the mother immediately rested and then bowed down in gratitude.

Jaka immediately sat down and sat beside his mother. While the gray netra of Mr. Karyo looks glassy.

"Everything Jaka got, thanks to the sincere do'a from Mom and Dad."

Mak Karti rose from his bow and then hugged the son tightly, sobbing he said. "Emak will always pray for your good, Nang."

Mr. Karyo then approached, he hugged the two people he loved without a word. All he represented was through warm hugs and gentle strokes on the back of Jaka and his wife.

After the blue embrace, Mak Karti told Jaka to rest. "Rest, Nang. Tomorrow morning we have to go to the market to shop for your needs."

Jaka nodded obediently, the young man then rushed towards the bathroom to fetch some ablution water first. Yes, it has become a habit of Jaka, if you want to go to bed the young man always tries to always be in a holy state.

Jaka immediately threw himself on a medium-sized wooden bed which if the young man moved just a little, it would cause a quite loud creaking sound.

Long enough Jaka tried to close his eyes, but his eyes seemed unwilling to be invited to cooperate. Jaka stared at the ceiling of the room that could immediately see the tile because Jaka's house was not ceilinged, like the houses of the rich in his village.

Jaka can see the full moon light that barges into the room, through the cracks of the tile that is not arranged tightly. Jaka then got up and opened the window of his room, to see the beautiful full moon.

The dimpled young man smiled. "Beautiful, like you, Neng," muttered Jaka, who apparently imagined Dara's face.

While busy daydreaming in front of the room window, the sound of ringing his phone that he kept on the nightstand, made Jaka surprised.

"Who called last night?" ask Jaka to himself as he steps towards the nightstand to pick up his phone. "Your whole life, Neng," muttered Jaka with a wide smile, as soon as he saw the name of the idol who called.

Jaka immediately swiped the green phone button to receive a call from Dara. "Hello, dear Neng Dara. Assalamu'alaikum," said Jaka's greeting first.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Nak Jaka. Sorry, this is mom," replied the voice across there which turned out to be Dara's mother, to make Jaka smile embarrassed while rubbing her nape.

"Oh, Mommy. Sorry, Madam. Kulo Kinten Neng Dara," said Jaka with sungkan.

Ms. Rosmah sounded chuckling softly, her laughter sounding so crisp in Jaka's ears, just like the laughter of the lover. "It's okay, Nak Jaka. I am happy to hear your greeting earlier to my daughter, may you really love Dara, Son," Miss Rosmah replied with gratitude.

"Excite, Ma. God willing," said Jaka. '

"Oh yes, son. There's something I want to say" said Ms. Rosmah.

"Excuse me," replied Jaka. The young man seemed to frown, guessing about what the future mother-in-law would say.

"Please tell Mak Karti, for tomorrow night event no need to bother carrying anything. Mother also did not invite many people, really, only close neighbors and relatives," said Ms. Rosmah.

The graceful woman apparently did not want to make her iron candidates burdened, with the existence of this impromptu marriage.

"Excite, Ma. God willing mboten bothered, really. Jaka had prepared beforehand," Jaka replied politely.

"Yes, son, that's all I want to say. This is Dara from earlier already nenggenggol mother was told to cepet, it looks like she also wants to talk to you," concluded Bu Rosma, who made Jaka smile.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mas." The melodious voice across there, made Jaka's smile even wider.

Jaka suddenly presses the video call button, which Dara then responds to.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, cah ayu," reply Jaka began to tease while staring friendly at the lover. Making Dara whose face filled the screen of Jaka's phone, blushing her cheeks.

"Ih .. who said it?" Dara pursed her lips.

Jaka chuckled slowly. "If it is not Neng Dara, it means that I am impatient" said Jaka with a serious mimic.

Dara frowned.

"Truth, Neng. The clock on the wall seemed not to move from earlier, but I wanted it to change the night so that we could soon meet at the pelaminan, Neng," continued Jaka.

Hearing the word pelaminan, Dara smiled blushing in embarrassment. The girl is still in disbelief, so soon she and Jaka are getting married.

"Neng, how come you're smiling?" Jaka's forehead is wrinkled deep.

"That's okay, Mas," replied Dara. "Oh yes, Mas. I just asked, where are we going for our honeymoon?" Dara timidly asked the mother a question.

"Where do you want to go, Neng? If you are near here, God willing, you can obey your wishes. But if it's far away, give it time, yes" reply and ask Jaka honestly.

Dara shakes. "Where to go, Mom. If there is money, mending to save aja," reply Dara who did not want to burden her future husband.

"Because it is the owner, the first night tomorrow we are at Mother's house only," continued Dara.

"You're serious, Neng? My room is like this?" jaka asked in disbelief. Honestly, Jaka felt bad for his future wife if the first night they spent in her narrow room.

"Like this, Neng," continued Jaka, while circulating cell phone cameras throughout the room.

"Where, Neng? Really, you're okay?" tanya Jaka made sure.

"It's okay, Mom. Dara loves Mas, as Mas Jaka is," Dara replied earnestly, which made Jaka's heart flowery.

Jaka did not return Dara's expression of love, only her meaningful eyes and sweet smile that represented her current feelings.

The two then just looked at each other with a friendly, as if they were chatting in silence. Until the sound of a very loud door banging adi Jaka's house, making the intimacy of both collapsed instantly.

"Neng, it's old, yes," said Jaka who was about to move out.

"Don't close, Mum. Dara wants to know, who banged on Mas's house," Pinta Dara who looks worried.

"Alright, I'm switching to a regular call, yes," Jaka replied.

Dara nodded.

"I go out first, Neng," said Jaka.

The young man then immediately came out to see who had been banging on the door of his midnight house like this.

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