The Pain of being Betrayed

Visiting the Candidate-in-Law

After the wedding talk a few days ago. Mas Angga invited me to visit his parents' house. Because during our courtship I have never met her family once.

Mas Angga asked my parents for permission to invite me to visit his house. But my mom and dad objected because they were worried. Understandably the girl went alone with the opposite sex fearing it would cause slander even prone to adultery. So my mother suggested that my sister also accompany us.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mah" said mas Angga across the street. Well, then again make a phone call.

"Walaikumsalam, son Angga. What's the call night??" ask my mom.

"Sorry, I want to take Ara tomorrow to visit my parents, can Mah??" mas Angga's permission to my mama, which was immediately rejected by my mama.

"Sir, I'm sorry before the Angga boy, if this matter mama can not give permission. The problem is that you have no ties and will travel far. Afraid of her will arise slander, or other bad things. But if, for example, her sister Ara comes along, for nothing, let's go."

"Well, Mah. Then tomorrow morning we will leave, let's spend the night on the road. Please tell Ara yah Mah, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Well, Walaikumsalam." answered my mother and the phone was cut off.

I who at that time again heard the conversation between the Angga mas and my mother felt a little happy because I had obtained permission.

But honestly that night my heart didn't calm down thinking about tomorrow. How will I behave in front of parents, brothers and sisters mas Angga later.

The night was getting late, but Angga who used to call, that night just sent me a message.

"Darling, sorry tonight I can't call you, because I want to take a break about it tomorrow we're going on a pretty long trip. You sleep well well, don't forget dreamin I*part of the text is missing*

Oh come on, don't be like this.!!, always curious, whatever the contents of some messages from the Angga mas, honestly I am very curious. Fifteen minutes later the message came in.

"I love you so much, love you my future wife."

Once the contents of the message from Angga mas, which makes this heart flowery, I read many times the message from the Angga mas while a smile is always engraved on my lips, and after feeling satisfied, I returned the message.

"Yes, nothing. Love you too dear." wrote me and immediately clicked the button to send.

After that, I just went to the bed, and lay my body on a simple bed made of cotton, not springbad like most people who wear money.

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The sound of chicken coke that was mutually unpretentious made me wake up, the sign of the morning has greeted. I went down from the bed to the bathroom to wash my face.

I do homework first, before leaving for the house of Angga mas.

After everything is sorted out, my sister and I Rida are also as soon as possible to prepare. Karna mas Angga was on my way to my house.

Right at eight in the morning, Mas Angga arrived at my house. Coinciding with me and Rida finished dressing up. And Angga went straight to see my parents.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mah, Pah" said mas Angga while greeting my parents who were sitting on the porch at that time again.

"Walaikumsalam." answered my mother and father simultaneously and answered the hand of Angga.

"Sorry Mah, pah. Like I can't stop by first, about her going straight away. Afraid she'll come home last night on the road. Understandably the journey there takes ten hours drive home and away." explained mas Angga.

"It's okay, son Angga. the point is just be careful to bring his car later, and please later buy antimo for Rida ya nak Angga, about her Rida has a history of motion sickness."

"Yes right it's mas Angga, don't forget well." said Rida who was just out of the house.

"Well, we will buy in the street ya." answered mas Angga. Well, my sister and Angga mas have been very familiar since I first brought Angga mas home, and I'm very grateful for that because all my family very, very well received Angga mas.

"Let's Mas leave, it's eight o'clock past this." said I who was also out following my sister.

"Wait a moment" said Mas Angga and get out of the car, and step towards the pharmacy, shortly mas Angga out but enter again into the store next to him, I don't know what Angga will buy there.

Not long after that, Angga returned to the car.

"It's Rida's antimo, straight at the drink." said Mas Angga gave up the antimo and also a bottle of mineral water, which was nodded by my sister.

"I also buy snacks" said Mas Angga again put a bag of crackles containing various kinds of snacks on my lap.

"Gosh, Mas. Why buy this much??" I said when I saw the bag.

"It's okay, for a travel buddy." answered Angga's cas lightly while reinstating his car.

"But later redundant loh Mas, about her I most like snacking when on the way, especially Rida must be later the ends of nausea and vomiting."

"It won't waste dear, it can be eaten later."

It was only two hours drive, when the road we traveled meandered, so that my sister could not withstand the turmoil in her stomach, wanted to immediately take her out.

"Mas Angga, can you stop for a while??, I want to vomit" said my sister with a pale face.

"Okay, but wait a minute to find a place to stop first."

"Huek, oh my Angga!! I can't stand it." shouted my sister while banging the driver's seat in the Angga mas.

And finally because I felt that I could not stand it anymore, my sister dropped the car glass, and spewed out what was resistant from earlier, my sister, which made some of the car's body hit by my sister's vomit.

God, my sister made a car that didn't belong to us dirty. That means it will be an additional job for the Angga mas.

"It's a drink first" said I pour mineral water on my sister and immediately drink it.

"How does it feel now, is it possible to continue the journey." asked Mas Angga and replied with a lethargic nod from my sister.

Mas Angga returned to drive his car. After traveling three hours finally the car driven by Mas Angga entered a yard. Well, I'm sure this is the house of Angga.

"Let's go down, we've arrived" said Mas Angga.

Honestly, at this time I am very nervous, because this is the first time I met his parents. I'm afraid that Mas Angga's parents don't like me.

Long time my sister and I stayed in the car, until finally decided to go out with all the courage I had.

"Assalamu'alaikum" we said in unison

"Waalaikumsalam." replied a middle-aged woman, I believe it was her mama mas Angga.

"Eh you guys have come, please come in." he said again.

Mas Angga greeted the middle-aged woman, and my sister and I followed him.

"Well, know this Ara, and that's her sister" said Mas Angga introduced us.

"And this is my mom, baby." she said again.

I could only smile as sweetly as possible, without many words. Honestly, this makes me very nervous.