The Father's Choice Husband

Chapter 11

"We're husband and wife, Dek. So why are you closing your eyes like that?" The voice of Mas Aak was getting closer. I closed my eyes getting louder. My mind drifted, imagining many things that I had not yet seen.

I can feel, Mas Aak is now in front of me. If I open my eyes, I will definitely see the body of Mas Aak, whatever his current condition. Soon I turned my face away.

"You are weird, right? I don't want anything either." Mas Aak chuckled, then walked away.

"Belgium!"

I felt safe, so I opened my eyes. But the basic, human nature that always wants to know, so do I. I reflexively searched for the whereabouts of Mas Aak.

"Cie, pie! Shameful but will!" Cook Aak just mocked me, when I saw my movements. It turned out that he was already lying on the bed, with a t-shirt and shorts.

"What the hell, Mas! Go out first! Pray first or whatever! I'm gonna change clothes, too, Mom. Not praying either!" Just contact me nagging, to cover my shame for being caught stealing the real view.

"Aren't you going to change her clothes?" Cook Aak get out of bed, he's back on my feet. Her tone really sounded annoying in my ears.

"No! Uda, get out there!" I walked up to Mas Aak, then pushed him closer to the locked door of the room.

"Yes, yes! Difficult, that's how it is. Moreover, the hijab is a lot of accessories, a lot of needles. Are you sure you don't need help?" Cook Aak still smiled at me. I thought for a moment. That's exactly what Mas Aak said. It will be difficult to remove this super ribet hijab alone.

"Please ask Rina, Mas. Please dong, call Rina Ma'am!" I'm looking for a way out. Rina's brother is my brother-in-law, Mas Imron's wife.

"Kasian Mbak Rina, he must have bothered with Habibi. What if Habibi cries? Trus even follow complicated as you how?" Cook Aak disagrees with my proposal. But how will you? I just know Ms. Rina, because I live in one house with Mas Aak at this time. As for the other brother-in-law, I don't really understand, because I've never met before.

"Trus how's dong, Mas?" I was confused, if only now I was home, I could ask anyone for help. My neighbor, my niece, my cousin. I wouldn't hesitate to ask for help.

"Udah, here I help you! I'm not going to do anything about you, anyway. Later after this, we pray together."

Just this time, Mas Aak's speech sounded very soothing. Without a word or a sweet word, invites to pray in congregation, he became a priest and I makmumnya, ah, really my dream long ago.

"Jude, my mom." Finally my smile expands, after the innate sewot continues.

"Well, why didn't you just recite that, anyway? Even debate everything. It'll be a long time." The turn of Mas Aak who was nagging me, he started taking off the crown that was still perched on my head.

"Sit down there! Let's just get the needle." Mas Aak pointed at a chair in front of the dressing table. I just realized, why are there chairs and dressers there? Very contrasted with the atmosphere of the room that looks really man's taste.

"Then there's a dresser here, Mas?" I asked, as I walked closer to the dresser, complete with lights beside the mirror, already like the property of artists.

"Yes, I bought it, especially for you. At first, I did not match my taste. But you know for yourself, right. My mother can never be denied. So, yeah, it's been. By force." Mas Aak explained, the look on his face convinced that he really had to.

"Ih, so mean! Thanks mama-in-law!" I smiled to myself, deliberately mocked Mas Aak who was still pouting.

"Basic, mar'atun!" Aak's cooking swore, making me smile wider, because I knew what Mas Aak meant. In Arabic, Mar'atun means female, its nature is similar to mir'atun which means mirror.

"How do you know mar'atun everything, anyway?" I sat in front of the dressing table, while Mas Aak started to dismantle my hijab.

"Yes youah. Those are popular words, so there's no way I don't know." Cook Aak bragged himself.

"God." I tilted my lips, mocked Mas Aak, even if he saw it or not.

We both engaged in small talk, while removing my hijab. Turns out Cook Aak wasn't as bad as I thought. He has a great sense of humor, although humor will not be appropriate when placed in a serious situation, such as this morning. I can already feel, Mas Aak is the right match for me, he can make me who tends to be stiff this becomes more relaxed and relaxed.

"Mas, so how do we eat it? If you live in a house with your in-laws and brother-in-law?" I began to invite Mas Aak to talk about the problem that I think is most important in the family.

"If Mbak Rina is usually cooking alone, because the taste of Mbak Rina is different from Mr. Mother. Father Mother does not like to eat spicy, because it is his advanced age. Be careful with food. If I've been relaxed all this time, which one I like, I take. Sometimes eat the cuisine of Ms. Rina, sometimes eat the cuisine of her mother. Love it that way." Aakn answered without a burden.

"Yes, it was fitting that you were still single, Mas. Now you have a family, so you can't do that. I just eat there or here anyway? Isn't it good for us, Mom? Not independent." I'm a little disappointed actually, it turns out that Mas Aak hasn't thought about this.

"Udah, eat it with Mr. Mother. Rice and so on, they also can not possibly spend their food, really. But if you want to eat another menu, yes it is, then you cook. But the rice goes with Mr. Mother only." Cook finally gave his answer.

"Why not cook your own rice, Mom? It's really like a family person. Not relying on parents, that is. If from what I heard, living in a house with parents is not papa if it is forced not yet able, but at least in the kitchen. In the sense of taking care of the kitchen yourself, cook yourself, so, Mas." I tried to get Mas Aak to open his mind.

"Ngapain bothers anyway? Easier just don't want to. Strange you are, Deck. Staying with me is it easy?" Cook Aak still remained in his opinion.

I'm speechless. As I had thought before, Mas Aak was still unable to think of adulthood. He still likes to hang himself on his parents.