The Rainiest Woman

Episode 4

I again quarreled with my father. My head was made dizzy with this pressure. I understand what good father means, he ‘does not want me to be a spinster, but you should also learn to accept reality, do not demand things that I myself do not have power.

 

“Come, Ndok. Is it very difficult to obey the father, do you want to see the father die first just want to obey the words of the father?” Our conversation started to go unclear.

“Kok said ‘git anyway, sir? Yes sir later Pris married, love time yes, but Pris does not want to be in a match-match, Pak” answered me.

“Good, I love the next month, if it is ‘gak there, you must marry the same choice of father, if still ‘gakut also, better father die, father shy, Ndok, and, so the neighbor gibahan, besides the father has long ago to nimang grandson.”

“Pak, a month is very short, like ‘gak maybe deh that fast.”

“As for ‘gak want to know, your patience is up.”

“Father is selfish, father deliberately ‘kan not ngebiyayain I went to college first, so that I could get married. Sir, I have aspirations, if you want you can just sell land in the village for tuition, but father, no! You're the one I want to marry, even since I just finished High School.”

“What is college made of? The woman is at home, taking care of husband, taking care of children.” Snapped dad.

I can't believe what you just said, hearing it really hurts my heart.

 

A father should be the creation of a god most deserving of praise on this earth, a very strong man who is willing to do anything for the happiness of his son.

 

After the snapping of the father who hurt my heart was ejected, suddenly I looked into the room, I cried, squeezed the pillow as hard as possible, ‘not satisfied with that I clawed the wall, furious as it felt.

From the room came the sounds of father and mother. “Pak, stop ... don't force Prisa too much, he's our son, sir,” said the mother.

“It is precisely because Prisa our child, the father wants the best, the child does not know himself,‘ replied the father.

“Prisa also has ideals, sir, have you ever seen the results of the design made Prisa? Our son's a computer pinter, sir,” for mom.

“Why Mother defies father's decision! So Mom questions how you lead the family?” your voice is louder than ever.

“Lo, not so anyway, sir. Mom just ‘doesn't want you to fuss constantly, inget sir, Prisa is our only child, if he is depressed, then stop ‘gimana? Mom ‘can't live without Prisa, Sir.” Mother's voice sounded soft.

“The mother was too pampering Prisa, even though she was fighting the same father, so what do you want now? Do you think that giving Prisa is good, girls are told to spend, stay away from parents, who there is even she ‘gak real, take the child home without a husband, take the child back home, Mom wants our kid like ‘git?” Snapped dad.

I really feel sorry for my mother. Decades of living with a very selfish man like the father, who always demands not to lead, the father seems to know very well his rights as a husband and as a father, he said, but he's blind to a father's duties, just asking instead of giving.

If ever in the next month, I get a soul mate and get married. I swear this is not because I obey your father's wishes, but because I love my mother.

This is why I hate being home. Being outside makes me calmer. This house is like a gathering place for egos that mutually bind each other. Ah whatever, I ‘got a care anymore, I want to take mom away from this house.

Dret ... dret .. dret ….

I heard my phone notification.

Prisa: I think I'll go in the night, but I'll tell you again.

Shawwal : Assynthetic. Btw weekend watch yuk.

‘Ehbusyet nih son, gercep banget’ my inner.

Prisa : May, but work ‘no holidays, hehe, well most already home from work.

Shawwal : Ah so ‘got patient, yaudah you Rest gih.

Prisa : Okay.

Is it possible that my soul mate is actually Shawwal? But in this precarious situation ‘there is no one, but if we were, what would Shawwal want me to marry within a month. Isn't that strange, after all, if Shawwal wanted to, could it be that I could love? A marriage without love can. Ah I'm so dizzy.

I slept all night. The rush of rain made me sleep better. There's nothing better to put me to sleep than a rainy night without a lover.

Everything does not change for the better even after morning, although this body has got enough rest, but the mind never gets out of its burden. There is a sense of pity with the mother, there is a sense of anger with the father, there is also a fear of being wrong in decision making.

I didn't leave my room until it was time to go to work. As usual my father drove me to the department store, despite going to be ushered in by my father, with all my heart I hated him, even in my dreams I often denied the father with a rougher word, against him, against him, for me it may be part of the heart that I hold and explode in a dream.

“Hallo, Pris,” greet Nayla. Like there's a hidden intent.

“What cambets do you? Don't start yet, Nay.”

“Where are you with Shawwal? Don't lo pecans, yes,” reply Nayla.

“Aduh, ‘where ya, Nay? I'm the same Shawwal yes connect it so, but I give time until next month to find a prospective husband, I stress Nay pressed like ‘gini.”

“Truth lo, Pris. Who's patient, but why ‘do not try to be talked to Shawwal, Pris?”

“Lah, crazy, know also just yesterday.”

“But if I see, Shawwal like deh same lo, Pris.”

“Yes, it's none of my business. Eh but I also had the thought of ‘gitu. But I'm scared, Nay. I don't want ‘ntar same marriage the wrong person, continue to be rude anyway, rude guy ama girl is a sissy.”

“Gue ‘don't come by, Pris. Very heavy burden of your life, later if I interfere, sok give advice, which there are lo nyesel and will demand me.”

“Btw, What's the working Shawwal, Nay?”

“I ‘know what his position is, but he's a PNS in the caman office, Pris.”

“Eh, which is it? If PNS is good, at least my life is not so bad if married,” reply me.

“Ya really, why lie to my beautiful friend when it comes to kayak lo.”

“Eh jerk off, Nay. This Shawwal calls me.”