
Today's umpteenth time my mother called me urging me to get married to Deri. I hardly have a word of reason for him anymore. The kindness of Deri shown to my mother turned out to be able to make my mother really want to have a daughter-in-law like her.
"Hallo Flowers, Assalamu'alaikum?" greet Deri in the phone that just rang.
"Milkurall?" sahutku.
"What are you again? is there a minute for me?".
"Obviously, just like Uwais, what is it?"
"Can you meet me today at the Carolina cafe this afternoon? I want to talk to you about something?" bring me.
"Speak what? can't it be teleooned?"
"Yes.. could be, but.. So look,.emmm...push your mother.." said nervously.
"What's? my mum? does he call you often?" I'm a little surprised.
"Yes, even often." she replied casually.
Huft. I didn't think that not only was I forced to accept Deri, but it turned out that Deri was under pressure from my mother to speed up our marriage. In fact, since the return of Deri from Lampung yesterday, he rarely discussed marriage as before.
"Don't tell me my mom asked you to marry me soon?" ketusku.
"Yes, but the truth is so.." The sentence is like no burden.
"This is all your fault.why also you used to have to play often to my house with my mother.at last my mother knew you were a good person.........." sahutku strafed but soon he timpali.
"Already... Bunga, be patient... We talk about it carefully.do not over the phone, because this is a serious problem.." he said.
"Well, what time are we meeting?" my words while restraining the emotions of my soul.
"This afternoon, after Ashar?" his reply.
"Yes" answered me who then hung up my phone without further ado.
"Tut.tut.." The sudden disconnected phone call left Deri astonished with a finger scratch on her head, but she tried to be patient with my attitude towards her.
This afternoon after I bathed the Uwais and performed the Ashar Prayer, I was getting ready to meet Deri as agreed. Uwais who has since been a little fussy because the weather is quite hot makes me have to calm him first so as not to bother when later on the trip.
Long Deri was waiting for me at the table he had ordered, he seemed to have grown bored by the time I arrived at that location.
"Assalamu'alaikum?" I'll sweep him with a flat face.
"Goddessalam.... Thank God you came, kirain did not become dateng.." he said full of relief.
"Uwais was fussy because the air was hot again, so I was late" I said as usual with a jutek face.
"It's up to you to order what" I said briefly.
"Yes, I'm the cool one, yes." his words showed how patient he was even though I was too jutek to him.
After he ordered some food, he was seen letting out a deep sigh before starting our serious conversation.
"Flower....Sorry..not that I meant to force you, I never stopped you from marrying anyone.... as a man, I don't feel like my heart has rejected your mother's wishes." she began.
"Newly realized yes now you as a man.... hmmmm, where did you go?? anyway you fuck my mother, try yesterday you.." instantly my sentence was overwritten by Deri.
"Flower please.... I beg you to grow up a little, forget for a moment your faults and resentments as I am... Try now you focus on your future and Uwais.
"What... An adult?? what's the future?? huft.." answered as if reluctant to obey him again.
"Yes already.. if indeed you are still clean strong so. but please think about your mother's feelings as well." said her who seemed to be getting tired with me.
"Well, I want to marry you. but on condition!"
"What conditions? God willing, I'll fulfill all I can".
"During marriage, never divulge our problems and Uwais with our families, tell him that Uwais is our adopted child from a friend we help, and one more condition, he said, during marriage, never ask me to serve you as a wife until my heart can forget your mistakes... And I can't be sure of that until when, it could be a month, two months?" obviously without hesitation.
"Well, I'll do whatever you want...Consider it my way of replying to your pain for my mistakes.... God willing I iklhas.." he said convincingly.
"Are you sure you can????" tanyaku.
"You can only survive a pregnancy that is so difficult to revile and humiliate people, why can't it make me? Think of it as my gratitude you took care of Uwais in your womb. I can't imagine if you weren't that fresh as it could be this funny Uwais you wouldn't be born into the world because your hunt is destroyed.." she said, caressing Uwais' cheek.
"Astaghfirulloh's chat..... I won't be that simple." My sentence began to soften.
"I fully understand why you're applying for that condition as I am.... Maybe you still feel disgusted by my behavior first, with the feeling that still haunts it how could you serve me as a wife well right?" his statement amazed me so much.
MasyayAllah. He seems to understand me so much now. I don't know if this marriage is tyranny, it's just that it's time I tested her sincerity on me. I'm a woman who doesn't want to be hurt for the umpteenth time..... I murmured in my heart.
"Well, then how do we hide Uwais from the family?" I started to get confused.
"I have an idea, how if we take care of Uwais while his wife Ferdi, we ask for help to take care of him while we get married in Lampung, after the wedding is done, we go straight back here again".
"But I don't get to the heart.... Uwais still need my milk.." I said that so could not bear to look at Uwais's face.
"We do not stay in Lampung for long, letters are written so that my family takes care of it, we go home for a while, a maximum of 3 or 2 days at home on the day of ijab qobul aja, we go home for a while, and I can count on it also because I still work as a new employee who can't take a long vacation, right??" definitely convinced.
"Hmmm well, later I can make stock ASI in the refrigerator Ferdi for Uwais during my stay, hopefully not fuss...."
"God is not fussy, son.... It's for Dad and Mom that you can be together... You're a grin, right?" she said as she stroked Uwais' cheeks and this time with her teary eyes. Which heart of the unmoved woman witnessed this. But as much as possible I'm patis for the sake of my vision in this conditional marriage.