The Father's Choice Husband
Chapter 2
I showed the CV I saw through the laptop, so it could be seen clearly. Including his picture.
"What's wrong, Mom? Fat guy huh? Decky and not handsome? Also not neat?" Ms. Lina just looked at her picture.
"Not that, Mom. I don't care about the photos. Like anything, it's still God's creation, we can't reproach."
"Trus, what's the problem? Not according to criteria?" Miss Lina guessed what I was thinking.
I nodded slowly.
"What's your dream guy's criterion, anyway?"
"Well, she wants to be professional, Mom. Teacher or something. Anyway who is involved in the world of education, an ustadz can also. Who looks neat, does not smoke, does not neko-neko, likes to read, pinter, anyway so-so deh." I smiled in a dream, imagining my dream man, it seemed like it would be fun, if I had a husband who was as professional as possible. Will definitely understand each other and help each other in everything, including in work outside.
"Well, what kind of CV does he send?" Miss Lina asked further. Looks like he hasn't read the contents of the CV he sent me just now.
"No love to read, smoke, join the community of vespa lovers, tadarus is also rare. Fortunately, he still has added value, he always prayed five times without holes." I give a little picture of what is written in the CV.
"Away from your dream criteria means yes?" Ms. Lina was bearded, she seemed to understand what I was feeling.
"Yes, but how about it, Mom? I agreed to be betrothed to him. I don't want to make you disappointed, also make your good name so bad, because it is considered his words can not be trusted." I returned in worry, between obeying my ego, or keeping my father's good name.
"If what side? She's gonna want to be with you?"
"He said that, he would accept anyone, who was important to be with him. You see, long time no marriage, search here and there, find yourself, no one wants to until now. So, he does not have a condition macem-macem, which is important just want. No need for anything else." I remember what the Father said the other day, kasian also if I also refused his proposal. Maybe I'm just like any other woman, who can't accept her.
"Well, yes heavy. There was no chance to cancel the match. If that's not the way to refuse that."
"Yes, I don't feel good about saying it to you either. So how am I better?" I asked Ms. Lina for an opinion, hoping to find a way out.
"Try to talk about it first, ma'am. What he doesn't like, if he changes it. So there's communication, not just holding your own, ma'am. Fear will be a time bomb that can explode at any time. Not good for relationship survival either. Because the name of the wedding is not a joke, ma'am. That marriage will last a lifetime, right? So yes hope we are together with people who fit in with us. Can complement and appreciate each other." Miss Lina gave me her best advice. I agree with that too. Getting married is her only wish once in a lifetime. But, am I ready, to live with people whose characters do not live up to my expectations?
"What is this, how does it seem to be so serious?" Bu Laras, the teacher of religious education at my school joined the tour.
"This, Ma. Ms. Mela was betrothed to a man she did not know, and from the CV sent, it turned out that Ms. Mela did not like him. So this is Miss Mela again confused, willing to continue, or not. Because it's about his father's good name, ma'am." Ms. Lina actually revealed what I should have wanted to keep secret. The bucket is! I only glanced at Bu Lina, a sharp glare full of threats, if indeed she could understand.
"Well, thank God, Miss Mela. I will eventually get married too. I'm happy, too." Bu Laras smiled sumringah, typical of him who is calm but firm.
"Hehe, yes, Mom. But still confused it. Because there are some things I don't like about him. I know that love can grow over time. But if it's a bad habit, can I understand it, ma'am?" I tried to find a solution from Bu Laras who was already a senior, maybe he could give the opening hint of my heart.
"Look, Miss Mela. His name is human, nothing is perfect. Everyone has advantages and disadvantages. So too with ourselves. We, as women, may have criteria for our prospective partners. But we also have to remember, they also must have criteria for future escorts, right? The question is, are we what they want as well? So don't just sue without a glass." The words of Ms. Baras really pierced my heart. He was right, I can't be too arrogant, feeling like I deserve what kind of man I want. Though it could be, the man who has those criteria, just does not want me to be mediocre, right?
"Mom, too." I was bearded, responding to the words of Bu Laras.
"Well, Mom. Who knows, indeed Miss Mela is a soul mate written for her. And tomorrow, after being with Ms. Mela, he could, he wants to change all his bad habits, because of his love for Ms. Mela, right? That bad habit, it can be resisted, the important thing is the will, ma'am. So, there's still hope that can change." Bu Laras continued.
"May be like that, Mom."
"Well, if Ms. Mela could change all her bad habits, would that be a great reward? Doesn't it work like that?" Ms. Laras smiled, her words really make me sure, it's cool to make bad habits good.
"Alright, Mom. Thanks for the advice." I returned the smile of Ms. Laras.
"If you still have doubts, it is better to pray istkhoroh first, Mom. Ask for guidance on the Almighty, is he indeed the best match for Bu Mela?" Bu Laras added.
"But if you don't dream, how, Mom?"
"The pointer is not always in the form of a dream, ma'am. But it can also be a heart. The heart becomes more confident and determined to make decisions, it is also a clue. Don't forget, try to communicate too, make some kind of unwritten agreement, so that he is not surprised, if suddenly when he becomes his wife later, Ms. Mela so much to organize and many wants, for example."
"Good, Mom. I will ask later. Thank you very much, Mom." I smile.
I immediately typed in a reply for Cook Aak.
[Sorry, Mom. There are a few things I do not like about the cooking habits. What will happen if you get married, Mas Aak is willing to change it?]
