
Rama sat in the courtyard of his house, he put down his sturdy body with a heart that was being troubled. He looked at the cloud that seemed to walk slowly because it was blown by the breeze. A word that was thrown from my father's words still ringing clearly in his ear, want to be fed what our son. Those words did not just stop in Rama's ears, but seemed to dwell in his heart.
Again a beautiful cloud hanging together with the bright blue sky that afternoon brought Rama into a distant daydream. Until without realizing that there was a figure who had been watching him.
"Son, from that daydreaming? Think what?" greet Mala.
Mala is a strong figure that causes Rama to be present in this world. Mala struggled alone to raise her only son. After being left married by a striped man who never understood the word responsibility. Never mind, no longer need to be treated by a long-drying ulcer in Mala's heart.
"Eh, no Ma'am, Rama just.", Rama did not continue his speech. Rama did not want his mother to know what he was worried about.
"Why? Oh right, what about the woman you want to apply for? When can you wave it to you? Aren't you going to meet her dad yesterday?" said mom with a million questions.
Rama just kept quiet and took a deep breath. My father's emotional face still looms over him.
"Are you rejected?" guess mom.
Rama nodded.
"Because you're not working? because our family values are too low? Is that how they are?" mala's face turned sad.
"If only the loser was responsible for you, maybe you wouldn't be insulted like this" Mala began to blame the irresponsible man.
Rama looked at his mother's face, clasped tightly to his mother's hand wrapped in wrinkled skin, he saw the face of the woman who was poured by the situation.
"No, Ma. They come from such a good family. They are right, Mama" said Rama.
"you mean? I don't understand"
"Rama is wrong, I want to get married while I have no grip, later she will be fully my responsibility, the foundation of her life" Rama explained.
"Well, what are you gonna do? Looking for a job with only a capital of SMK diploma is very difficult, you have tried many times, just forget about him, look for a woman who can really understand your situation, not a lot of demanding, he said, you should also know yourself, look at yourself, look at him", mother advised Rama.
"But Ma'am, that's not a demand, but a responsibility, which parent believes in releasing his daughter into the hands of a man without a job, no job, while he was raised with difficulty by his parents fulfilled all his needs", explained Rama to his mother.
Mala nodded, looking at her son with a sad look, scratched her heart to see that her only child was not chosen just because of the lack of treasure. However, whatever the power, the income from the breakfast stalls that she opened every morning, was only able to provide for their daily lives, and pay the installment of the debt left by her husband first.
"As far as you go, whatever your efforts, mom always supports you".
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Tonight, after dinner as usual we gathered in the viewing room, just joking. Today I stayed at my father's house, the atmosphere at my father's house was more lively than at my mother's house. My two twin brothers who were still sitting on the Junior High School bench were always screaming, nosy, until finally one of them was crying, she said, and usually a little blow from the new father can stop their furore.
"Dheeooooo's chat... Sakiiit," I cried when Dheo deliberately pulled my leg.
"Huh.ha.ha.. Asik daydream ajaaa", ledek Dheo.
"Jomblo anyway, no one is eating, hahahaha", Dimpal Dhio nosily threw me with a roll of mother's knitting yarn.
I haven't had time to return their taunts, father got up and told them to go into the room.
"Bright.. Lah.. Lah. pai lalok you guys, the son of padusi den gaduah-gaduah (already...had gone to sleep, daughter I bullied)" said the father to the duo twinsnya.
Dheo and Dhio immediately ran to their room while giggling.
Dad sat back down, and looking at me, I knew from my eyes that there was something important that my father would tell me. Because at that moment my mom finished her knitting and turned off the TV.
"La, have you thought about the wedding?" ask dad to me.
I just kept quiet.
"True La, do you know him? Do you understand his attitude? For this marriage if it can be once in a lifetime dear", advice mama soft.
I was still silent, not knowing what to answer. I just ducked.
"He hasn't worked" continued the father.
"Yes Well, Arla is ready to get married, Arla can also accept the situation, besides Arla also has a store that we can later manage together. Let Arla determine Arla's life path, Dad.. Arla is an adult" I said.
Mama could only take a deep breath, looking at the seemingly confused father with my answer. At first glance mom seemed to nod at dad, as if agreeing with my words earlier.
"Yes, if that's your decision, father and mother's blessing. After all, if you are destined to God, it will ease everything" continued my father.
I know you actually object, it's just that you love me too much, you always obey what I want, even if it's against you sometimes, as long as I can convince her that my choice will be okay. Dad will approve.
Father's final sentence, which made me dispel the doubt "God will ease".
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