The Father's Choice Husband

Chapter 3

I close my eyes with my right palm, "Geez, my language is so formal," my inner self. But it's okay, the names also do not know each other, it's natural to use formal language? So that there is an impression of respect.

Shortly after, a reply came in. I read it immediately, I was afraid that my message offended him. Sure enough, the answer is very short, but quite positive.

[I'll try.]

That's all it says. I was confused what else to answer, because I was not used to answering messages with men. Especially with a very sensitive purpose. I'm afraid that obscenity, so a bad relationship before halal.

[Thanks, Mom.]

At last that is all I write. I don't expect any more payback. But as it turned out, Mas Aak still replied again, I read it immediately.

[Next week I come with the entourage, to propose to you.]

The deg!

My face instantly heated up, my blood was like boiling. This fast? Directly application? We have never even met! Is this possible?

I choose not to reply, I will ask you later at home.

***

The night after you were relaxing, I ventured to talk about the proposal.

"Sir!" I called out softly.

"Yes, what's up, Mel?" He took off his glasses, and put the HP he was using on the table.

"Say Mas Aak, next week his entourage will come here to propose to me. Did Mom know?" I said to the point.

"Yes, my mother already knows. Mr. Imroni, his eldest brother Aak has told you. You're ready, right? You're gonna take the proposal, right?" He asked, his face showing a hopeful face. Oh my God, I can't refuse that you've behaved like this. Is this really a clue, if indeed Cook Aak is a soul mate for me?

"Is this not too fast, sir?" I'm trying to negotiate, who knows I can buy a little time, until I feel ready.

"It's not good to delay kindness, Mel. For the sake of good, the sooner the better. Anyway, what are you waiting for? If both sides agree, would it be better to hurry? Rather than being a slander, right? you two are both quite old, so it's better soon."

"All right, sir." I bowed, unable to argue anymore.

"Tomorrow you help your mother prepare everything, dishes and so on, yes! Let me invite a witness to your proposal." I started to split the tasks.

"Good, sir." Once again, I can only accept, not being able to resist in the slightest.

"Mom! Mela's mom wants to get married?" Stopgih, my sister who is 5 years old was suddenly joined.

"Same father Mother said. She said Mela wanted to get married and not stay here anymore. Tomorrow I'm going to go to her husband's house." Her innocent answer made my chest feel tight. It is also true what Singgih said, if I get married, I will automatically leave this house. Am I ready? Must be very sad. I felt my eyes suddenly sting, surely soon tears will fall. Hold it, hold it, as hard as I can to hold back the tears from falling down.

"Bak, how come he's been?" Just collect answers from me.

"Hehe, yes. Mama's getting married soon." I tried to smile, hoping that my tears would not drip, even if the opposite happened. The narrowed corner of the eye makes the tear candidates gather together and drip just like that.

"Bak, how are you crying?" Stop back asking, he immediately approached me and asked to sit on my lap.

"Eh, no, no." I wiped my tears that had already dripped.

"Is Mama Mela unhappy? Why crying?"

Oh my goodness, Singgih. Your question is really hard for me to answer.

"Mbak Mela is happy, really. These are happy tears." I lied on purpose, I couldn't get my father hurt.

"Happy to get out of this house, huh? Does Madam Mela not love Singgih? Tomorrow, who are you playing with? Mas Sigit likes jail, he also prefers to play with his friends."

The deg!

Again Singgih's words made my heart feel sliced. I blinked my eyes, trying to hold my tears back.

"Singgih, don't talk about it! Mela will be sad. The school is only there, so Ma'am Mela still can come here every day, if you want to go to school, or after school. So, Singgih still can play with Mela." You represent me who never answered Singgih's question.

"Assyc! Yesudah if that is so, Mela's mother married just no papa. The important thing is to play here every day, yes!" Hugged me tightly. Even though he was a boy, he was indeed closer to me than to my first brother, the Sigit who was still that Junior High.

"Yes, tomorrow Mommy should stop by and play with Singgih. The important thing is not to be naughty and make Mbak Mela kel. Okay?" I tried to smile, looking at her innocent face.

"OK, Mommy. Promise!" He showed me his little finger, asked me for a little promise. I wonder, why does he know that? From where? Though I do not feel taught him, what else my father and mother who daily spell in the rice field. There's no way they taught it to Singgih, right?

But I still welcomed her pinkie, so as not to disappoint her.

***

The following days, I was quite busy preparing for my application. I don't want to make your good name bad, if you don't give the dishes and places that are appropriate for the guests later. Although not fancy, at least everything must be appropriate, so it will not be the lips of anyone who is in our house tomorrow when the application takes place.

Until the appointed day, the group of Mas Aak has arrived. My heart is pounding not because of. Despite looking down, I tried to steal a glance, looking for which one was named Mas Aak. Remembering her face sent through the photo the other day. Until I'm sure he's the one.

The body is quite tall, a little fat, blackened lips, definitely due to frequent smoking, wearing loose cocoa clothes with loose jeans subordinates. I shake my head, closing my eyes.

"Why is it really so untidy? Others dress up very fast. Does he really care about looks? Very far from the man I was dreaming of. Can I still take it?" I can only hide. Since it is also impossible for me to reject his proposal, everything has already been done. All I can do is accept and hope that everything will be okay.